My radiant beam in the night

It's tickling so bad. Half asleep, Jimin winces his naked shoulder. Then he scratches a little the skin on it and it causes some goosebumps. His sleeping brain thinks that there are a bunch of flies running on his shoulder and it feels like they're at least the same size the small hamsters are. Because it feels ticklish as hell. “M-m?” Jimin mumbles. He seems to be irritated. He pouts and frowns, because this feeling doesn't stop even after the scratching. Ugh. He hates being tickled. Omega's lying on his side. He exhales a little loud and pulls the blanket up to his neck. But the ticklish feeling now is making him uncomfortable with his ear and cheek. He snorts sleepily and pulls the blanket even higher. No one can get him under the blanket. For sure. “Minnie,” Jimin hears a soft and lovely whisper from the back. For some reason, the blanket does not come further. He cannot totally hide under it. And the goddamn tickling in his ear is even intensifying. “My kitty, it's time to wake up.” Omega pulls his edge of the blanket harder, but it still doesn't move. A few seconds pass before the wrinkle between Jimin's eyebrows is smoothing out when the understanding of reality reaches his sleepy brain. His grumpy little face relaxes, and his pouting lips start to look like a duck's beak. This is the only voice that he recognizes out of a thousand others. Because every single morning feels good because of that very one voice. This is what the real «Good morning» means. Especially when this tickly feeling on his shoulder turns out to be caused by loads of kisses from the beloved one. Holy cat. How hard it is to just open your eyes in the morning. Jimin tries his best, for real, but his eyelids just cannot pull up. They go down by themselves. Omega rolls from his side to his back and barely opens one eye. “Good morning,” he mumbles in a half-whisper tone, and his lips spread into a sweet-sweet smile. Oh, it's definitely a good morning. Because Jimin sees Him in front of himself. “Good morning, kitten,” Jeon answers. Jungkook on the pillow next to Jimin shines brighter than the morning sun. He lies specifically on top of the blanket, that's why it doesn't move anymore. Jimin closes his one eye back and turns over to the other side to face the younger omega. Park sticks to him in snuggles. Just out of habit. And he puts the leg on top of Jungkook's thighs. So Jeon couldn't escape. But Jungkook never escapes. Jimin wants to hug him just because. “What time is it?” Jimin asks quietly and moves closer to his omega. He pinches into his lover's neck and moves the tip of his little nose around the skin under Jungkook's jawline. The delicate smell of orange blossom gives the peaceful effect Jimin was looking for. “6:30 in the morning,” Jungkook answers. Jimin can hear by the way his omega answered that Jeon's actually smiling right now. Everybody can agree that it's almost impossible not to smile when there's a sweet and charming omega humping sleepily while laying next to you. “We have ten minutes for hugs, and then we have to get up for breakfast.” Jimin sighs like he has the weight of the whole world on his tiny shoulders. But he doesn't say anything. He just sticks his lips to the Jk's neck and kisses it. Then he rubs his cheek on Jeon's shoulder near the healed bite mark, renewing the smell. His own scent of blooming jasmine mixes so well with the smell of Jungkook. Jimin's inner omega is purring and satisfied after that. He falls back asleep when Jungkook gently pat his naked back, drawing by memory patterns of moons way down Jimin's spine. It's hard to not to relax in the arms of your partner, breathing with the mixture of body smells and feeling completely safe. Jimin closed his eyes just now and it turns out that 10 minutes had already passed. “Minnie,” Jungkook gets back a little and gently caresses his omega's soft cheek, “Babe…” Jimin opens his eyes slowly, because the dream was not that deep this time. He smacks his lips, realizing that he has salivated a little again. But in Jungkook's eyes he sees only tiny hearts instead of pupils. Like always. And this makes Minnie smile back deeply in love. They both don't want to cut this sweet moment. Because they are ready to lie like this for the next eternity: half-naked, a little swollen after some deep sleep, with a little bit shaggy hair, a bit slobbery in some places, but together. “Let's stay home today,” Jimin stretches and yawns. Looks so sweet. He turns down on his tummy and hides his face in the pillow. “Quit our jobs and starve to death homeless?” Jungkook sits on the edge of their bed and pulls the blanket off his beloved omega with that «Jeon's smirk» on his face. Jimin shakes from the cold air that has slid over his almost naked body. “But still together,” Jimin mumbles, still downfaced in the pillow. “Come on, sleepyhead,” Jeon gently caresses the soft thigh of his omega and looks at Jimin's perfect body with love, “Let's go, let's go.” The routine of endless early wakes doesn't get you bored if you come to it correctly. It sounds extremely doubtful, but Jimin knows this from his own experience: waking up from gentle kisses is much more pleasant than from an alarm's irritating sound, even though it takes more time. For four and a half years, the omegas have been living under the same roof and having one dream for both of them. The dream was about their love would have no end. And if they still don't get tired of waking up together every day, cooking, having breakfast, making lunches for each other, saying goodbye before work, sending encouraging messages during the lunch break, waiting each other from work, spending free time together, learning something new together, making love and falling asleep together, that means they are actually not so far away from their dream. That's why Jimin feels the happiest while slowly and sensually kissing his beloved omega next to the door, saying goodbye before work. “See you soon,” Jungkook is a little taller than Jimin, so he can give a kiss on Minnie's forehead. “Good luck,” Jimin slowly lets go of his omega and watches with infinite love in his eyes as Jeon's feet step over the threshold, “And be careful on the way, my bunny!” He says already through the gap of the closing door, but he knows for sure that he will be heard. In all of the happy couples, people are quite honest with each other. Jimin thinks that people don't lie to each other only in a happy family from a toothpaste advertisement. That's why he doesn't think it's wrong to lie to Jungkook a little. Something like a lie for the benefit of a surprise. And he actually didn't lie-lie. He just didn't inform Gukkie about his plans. And his plans are long-termed. Jimin has been thinking about this decision for more than one day and even more than one month. He had plenty of time: a little more than six years had passed since they met. It was the fifth year of their life together, and two years ago they got engaged. During their relationship, the social circle of both omegas has decreased, or like Jungkook prefers to say "filtered out". For the most part, no one cares how healthy and comfortable their relationship is, because they are both omegas. Society turns blind to destructive and abusive relationships, to the number of single omega-moms, to the number of orphans and to the statistics of domestic violence and homicide of omegas caused by alphas. But they all suddenly care when it comes to same-sex relationships. “This is wrong.” Is it wrong to live, to love, to take care of each other? Is it wrong to make a family? Yeah. “It's wrong to love each other when you have the same thing in your underwear.” Huh. That's the whole argument of the indestructible value of traditions. Their Korean society, which is built on a rigid hierarchy, is not yet ready for a new step in accepting human relationships regardless of gender. Park Jimin will never officially become Jeon Jimin, and Jeon Jungkook will never become Park Jungkook, just because some people in that society are not okay with it. But they wouldn't be together if they just gave up. That's why omegas proudly wear their rings on. They are married, because their big dream came true, and two years ago they had a wedding in the US. But at the same time they are forever engaged. In Korea their gay marriage has no validity. So because of this, their official status will never go further than just "roommates". Well, at least they're not like they were called before "same sex = bestfriends". "Roommates" is fine if they will not have problems with homophonic people. It's okay. So that's why he has to do some small tricks. Talking about that specific one "small trick", it means that something new is growing in Park Jimin's mind. He was thinking about it for a very long time. That's why he doesn't tell Jungkook about his plans for today and goes to the final consultation at the medical center instead of work. His tests have finally come. He wasn't that worried even on his own wedding day, for real. Omega is nervously sitting, ready to listen to any words from the doctor. His small fingers crumple the fabric of his trousers, either in excitement and in fear. “So…” the doctor consulting him sits down at his workplace, opening the patient's card, to which the results of the latest tests have been added, “... by all the tests, you are surprisingly healthy”, the doc looks up at Jimin and smiles slightly at him: “Your reproductive system is working perfectly, and the risk is low at your age.” Omega cries with joy in his mind, but the worry doesn't get away: the next step is pretty risky. “Mr. Lee…Um…” Jimin awkwardly set his sight down, like he's out of the words in his head. No matter how much he was preparing himself for such a conversation, it's still difficult for him: “Is there any chance ... I... well... how can I... get a donor egg?” The doctor slightly raises his eyebrows, not quite understanding the point of the question: “But Mr. Pak, your own cells are healthy for fertilization. Why do you need someone else's? This child from the donor egg with donor sperm definitely will not look like you.” “The thing is…”, the words don't stick together. And for some reason the anxiety inside omega grows, “My…”, Jimin gathers all his strength and encourages himself that if something will go wrong, he will be seen in this medical center for the last time in his life. “My partner is the omega too, and I would like the child to look like him. That's why I want to take his cells, not mine.” Jimin expects anything but a soft smile. Then he realize that he made the right choice. “I got you,” the doctor continues like nothing happened, “But this way is even more difficult than a regular IVF. According to the law, we won't be able to just give someone else's embryo to you, because you're a healthy omega. This can be done if you draw up the necessary documents for surrogacy. It's all about the laws. Don't worry," the doctor leaves the documents on the table with a and gently puts his hand on Jimin's shoulder, "Your case is not the first in our practice. We can help you.” Jimin quickly bows and leaves the office with shaky legs. He doesn't understand when he starts crying, but the fact is that large teardrops are really going down his face. And for the first time in his life it feels so good. He will have a chance to give birth from his beloved husband, even if the alpha father will be an unknown donor. It doesn't matter at all right now. He's going to have a baby. They're going to have a baby. If Jungkook agrees, Jimin will carry his child. Their child. Children don't come into this world out of air. Just like the conversations about them. At least, for mature people who consciously come to this topic. In Jimin's and Jungkook's case, it was only about waiting for the right moment. Life was getting closer to their 30's. Both of them aren't that young anymore to want to "hangout" more than anything else. Jimin is 28 and Jungkook is 27. Both omegas have a stable income, so they sit on a financial safety cushion. And they just love each other. Isn't that enough? Discussing the future together was the ordinary thing, and the topic of having kids wasn't excluded. Jimin realized that they both want this, but are waiting for the right moment. When, if not now? Jungkook once mentioned that he wouldn't mind just adopting. For him the origin of the child wasn't a big deal. Because the parent is not the one who made, but the one who raised up, right? Jimin also thought about it, but something in his heart ached a lot when he thought about the little baby twin of Jungkook. They will always be able to adopt, but why not just try to bring their own baby? Like all the other people they have the rights for their own decisions. Omega doesn't really notice how he gets home. He does everything automatically. He falls down on the bed and stares at the ceiling. He didn't feel that he's hungry or thirsty. All of his thoughts were about one question. What will Jungkook say about it? How will he react? Although Jimin is sure that they'll find a compromise in any way. But some part of the doubt still exists in him. He can't be 100% sure of anything, especially in serious things like that one. And yet, his mood is extremely upbeat. Jimin literally flits around the kitchen, extremely inspired by his love for Jungkook and the good news about the non-zero possibility of bypassing the system. He is cooking their dinner. He tries to finish everything just in time for the end of the working hours of Jungkook. “Jiminnie?” Jimin heard a worried voice from the hallway. “What happened?” Jimin's working hours should end up an hour later, so the reason he's home before Jungkook…could be bad. “Nothing, ” he says, while he was untying the apron. “I've made us dinner. Will you have a meal with me?” When Jungkook appears in the door aisle, Jimin hugs him and puffs his plump lips out to get his kisses. And he gets them, of course. A lot of kisses. Kisses are so insignificantly small compared to what Jeongguk is ready to do for his partner. In his opinion, Jimin deserves the whole world. “You sure?” just in case, he touches Jimin's forehead with his lips, checking the temperature. Jimin giggles a little bit. What a cute worried mommy Jeon. “Sure, bunny,” Park hugs his omega by the neck and coquettishly moves his shoulders. “Just wanted to surprise you.” “Surprise me?” Jungkook starts processing information at the speed of light in his mind. He's analyzing all the dates in his memory, but he doesn't remember anything special coming this week. Today is not his birthday and definitely not the anniversary of their wedding. “Is there any reason?” Jimin shakes his head negatively and steps out of the hugs, kissing his lover's soft cheek. “I don't need a reason to want to make you feel happy.” Jungkook's heart calms down and his lips melt into a warm smile. He quickly washes his hands right in the kitchen sink and sits down at the table next to his husband. “Thank you so much, my darling.” Jungkook gives another lovely kiss on Minnie's cheek. Then he realizes that his favorite dishes prevail on the dinner table. Jimin bites his lip, not knowing where he should start. “Um… Jungkookie… The main part of my surprise has not been shown to you yet.” Omega fusses a little and pulls out of his pocket a tiny pacifier with a pink rabbit printed on it. He hands it to Jeon, while his own fingers tremble a little. “A pacifier?” Jungkook's intonation is still a little confused. He doesn't understand what Jimin wants to say to him. “Yeah.” Jimin hides his hands back under the table and clenches them with excitement. “I want to have a baby with you.” Jeon's face slowly turned into the saddest bunny face ever. Surprisingly, the tough omega begins to cry. Park wants to cry with him from the bottom of his heart, but he still hasn't said enough. “I still didn't finish, Jeongguki.” Jimin touches his omega's cheeks with palms and his small fingers try to wipe the tears off the younger omega's face. Jungkook pauses, restraining himself to concentrate and listen. “I want not just to adopt. I want to carry it on my own and give birth,” Jimin says. Jungkook, with all of his restraint, starts to just sob in loud. And his lower lip is about to start trembling. “I wanna choose the sperm donor,” he tries to laugh to not to cry even harder. “Sure, babe. You will,” Jimin just smiles wider, realizing that he was right again. “But I would like it to be your baby, too, Jeongguki. I found out that I have the opportunity to have a child that in fact is genetically yours. It will be kinda like a surrogate pregnancy. And we still can't do it without a sperm donor, but I'm really ready for anything. I just need your honest consent, my love.” “It's such a challenge to your body…” Jeongguk takes his husband's small palms away from his face and grabs their hands together. “Are you sure about that?” Jimin nods. And both omegas, without any words, get up from their seats and snuggle up to each other in tight hugs. If they want to ugly cry with tears all over their faces, let them do. They do it only for a good reason. “I want it too, Minnie, of course. You hear me? I'm ready to do anything for this. But first of all, for your sake, my love.” It starts to be a little easier to make new steps in life when somebody is holding your hand. It's even easier to walk when somebody is walking right next to you. Together.