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Fifteen<Why>

Yoongi sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed, breathing out softly as he bit his lip to keep from crying out. He shakily breathed out, clenching the duvet. "Please stop..Fuck this hurts," Yoongi whispered to himself, almost screaming out when he was slowly moved to lay down, covering his mouth when he felt Namjoon's hand slip up his thigh, the male's scent filling up the room, the pain subsiding almost immediately.

"Get your hand off me Namjoon." "You're in pain because of the pup. I'm helping you." Yoongi smacked away Namjoon's hand off his bare thigh, setting it on his stomach, "Touch my bare thigh again, I'll destroy you."

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"He touched your thigh??" Yoongi nodded, holding up a onesie, "Yeah. I didn't even have anything underneath. Like what the fuck?" Yoongi stuck his tongue out at an omega who gasped dramatically, SeokJin, bowing before he guided the male somewhere else.

"Well, you were in pain. Anyway, did you talk to him this morning?" Yoongi shook his head, folding the onesie before he sat it aside, "No. He kissed my head and left to go to the studio I think. Happy aren't we? But don't worry. I'll wait up for him to talk to him."

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Yoongi was rubbing lotion on his stomach, a soft hum leaving his lips. He looked up as Namjoon had walked in the room, the male heading straight to the bathroom. He wrinkled his nose at the cherry like smell, spraying the air freshener. He shrugged on a shirt, cutting on a show as he relaxed, twirling a lock between his fingers.

Namjoon re-emerged from the bathroom when Yoongi was in the middle of the next episode, pausing it. "What is it Yoongi?" Namjoon asked, dropping the towel from his waist as he got dressed, crawling up to settle between Yoongi's legs, laying his head on the male's stomach. "You smelled like cherries. You still do, get off me." "I took a shower. Now what do you want to talk about? You texted and said it was important." Yoongi scowled, sharply nudging Namjoon with the heel of his foot, "Get off me. This is a serious talk and I don't want you on them when we talk." Namjoon sighed, moving to lay beside Yoongi, "What?" "SeokJin-"

"No." Yoongi only stared at Namjoon in disbelief, "Seriously?! You haven't even let me explain-" "I read your texts. You're not carrying their child." Yoongi couldn't speak, his mind short-circuiting. "THIS!! THIS IS WHY I DONT WANT TO BE WITH YOU!! YOU DONT RESPECT MY FUCKING BOUNDARIES!!" Namjoon was calm, only making Yoongi angrier, the male slamming his hand into the alpha's chest, "I FUCKING HATE YOU!!" Yoongi moved to his feet, moving to his dresser and pulling on sweatpants.

"Where are you going?" Namjoon asked, Yoongi only flipping him off. "Fuck you. I'm carrying Jin's kid. I'll even file as an abandoned omega. I want you and your shit out when I come back from SeokJin's appointment." Yoongi snatched up his phone, turning back to face Namjoon, "Stop. Fucking. This. Up." "I'm not fucking anything up Yoongi. It's you. You think running away from your problems will solve them."

Yoongi only let out a halfhearted chuckle, "You really think that??" Yoongi sat the phone on the ground, grabbing a small statue. He knelt down, slamming it into the phone repeatedly. He gave a smile to Namjoon, throwing the statue to the side as he picked up the the destroyed phone. "Go ahead and read all the other messages. Destroy my boundaries even more. You'll find what names I picked."

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Yoongi was exhausted, SeokJin rambling to his doctor. "And well-" "Mr.Min, are you alright?" Yoongi only waved, nodding, "Just a bit pregnant. Feel exhausted." "You look a bit pale. Can I examine you? Just to make sure."

Yoongi only shrugged, "If it'll make you feel better. SeokJin stays though." "Of course. I'll just want to take your blood pressure and things like that. Nothing internally." Yoongi nodded, starting to feel lightheaded, "Wait..I think-" Yoongi suddenly blacked out, not feeling who caught him.