The final rehearsal for our tour is intense. All the staff are in the dance studio to watch, but they're all talking amongst themselves about how they're going to replace April on such short notice, since she left without giving any warning or reason. I feel angry whenever I think about her. We've been dancing and singing for ages and it's really hot and sweaty because there are so many people in here. Taehyung has the hiccups again and for some reason today they're especially loud. I jump at one which makes me screw up a dance move and bump into Jimin, who falls over. And then everyone is fussing over Jimin and telling me to be more careful and I can't handle it anymore.

"Everyone just shut up!" I shout. The members and staff fall silent. Even Taehyung's hiccups stop. They all look at me with shocked faces, waiting for me to say more. Now I can't think of anything to say, and my legs march me out of the room.

Once I'm out of there I slide down the wall and sit with a thud on the ground. I wipe my sweaty face on my t-shirt then shut my eyes. I hear the door open and then close, and someone sitting down next to me. From the amount of time it takes them to sit down, I know it's Taehyung.

"I'm sorry I lost it," I mumble and open my eyes.

"It's okay, it was getting pretty hectic in there."

He sits there in silence, waiting for me to say something.

"Everything is hectic right now," I say. "We're about to go on a tour that nobody knew about until a little while ago, we're going to come out in our first show as well as tell everyone you're pregnant, and meanwhile here you are about to pop in a couple of months and April has just up and left."

"I know," Taehyung says. "I'm feeling freaked out too."

"Of course you're freaked out. You're the one who should be freaked out, not me. I should just be supporting you but instead you're here comforting me."

Taehyung takes my hand, even though it's sweaty. "Jungkookie, all of this is a big deal for you as well. And you deserve to be comforted a little since you've been the one comforting me for eight months."

He kisses me on the head, and I feel much more relaxed.

"Everything will be okay, I promise. Just have faith that it will all work out," he says.

I smile. "I will. By the way, I've been thinking about this— what's she going to call us?"

Taehyung tilts his head. "Hm?"

"What will the baby call us? If we're both Daddy or Dad or whatever it might get a bit confusing. At first I thought one can be Father but that's a bit formal, don't you think?"

He nods slowly and squints his eyes, thinking. "One of us can be Papa."

"Papa. That's cute," I say, but hoping he'll want that name because I don't.

He grins. "Can I be Papa? You can be Daddy."

I grin back at him. "Fantastic."

Then he jumps and puts a hand on his belly. "Oh wow, she just kicked really hard."

I put my hand on his belly too. "I can't wait to meet you, baby girl."

Taehyung smiles. "Me neither. I can't wait to give you lots of cuddles."

"And kisses," I add. "Sorry if we smother you with too much love."

"We probably will," Taehyung says. "I love you too much already. Please don't hurt me too much when you come out."

I laugh, and plant a kiss on his bump.