BTS Oneshots - Taking Requests

Pregnant - Namjoon x Reader (Cute)

Rating - G (cuteness overload)

You've never been so terrified in your life.

This is it. You're about to tell Namjoon the big news. You're pregnant. You found out a week ago, but you didn't want to tell him right away. You and Joon have been dating for four years, since your last year in college. You have a decent job, a nice house, a pretty stable life. Namjoon's on break from the popular boyband 'BTS'. He's home for a few weeks, and you're happy about that. You're not sure how much longer he has with the band, they haven't discussed that yet, but you hope they go for a few more years. They've worked so hard, they deserve to have a few more years in the spotlight.

You smile at the thought, brushing your hand across your stomach. You're not sure how he'll react. On one hand, you know he wants kids. On the other, he didn't mean now. You're not married and settled down yet. Kids take up the rest of your life. Will he have to leave BTS? Will he be upset? Will he be disappointed? Maybe he'll be happy, who knows. You just really really hope it's the last option.

You sit on the couch, looking at the blank TV screen. Namjoon should be home any minute now, and you came up with the perfect plan to tell him. And that plan is: just tell him. You have to tell him quickly, otherwise he'll notice your strange behavior. It's early, so your symptoms aren't crazy, but they'll get more noticeable as life goes on. He'll see the bump, he'll notice your morning sickness, your cravings, your pain, your laziness and mood swings. God why is being pregnant so hard? Can't the kids be delivered by storks like in those stories? That would be so much easier.

Just then, the door clicks, signaling that he's home. You gulp, standing and looking over at the door. He's singing a small tune, his earbuds still in. He looks gorgeous as always. His tall frame and fluffy hair, his nice clothes and cute smile, his tan skin and habit of destroying things. This is your man, and sometimes you can't believe it. He's really standing in front of you. He slightly sways to the beat playing in his ears and you can't help but giggle at the sight. Dance monster. He's such a weirdo sometimes, but you love that.

He turns around and notices you standing there, causing a big grin to break out on his face. He dances his way over to you, offering you an earbud. You smile and take it, the beat playing in your head. It's a nice song, it might be a new track they're working on. You're honored that he's sharing with you. You remember the late nights where you'd bring him snacks and just sit and watch as he writes his lyrics, working as hard as he can. Even after he leaves the studio he's working. You never minded, he's a busy man, and he would always make it up to you with romantic gestures. You remember one time he surprised you with roses and chocolates. It wasn't even Valentine's Day, he said he wanted you to feel special, since, as he said, you're 'special to him'. It made your heart pound to say the least.

You laugh as you dance with him, just moving back and forth to the new song. He rests his hands on your hips, closing his eyes and swaying his head. It's an adorable sight. You stare, moving with his hands for another full minute. Then, the song comes to an end. You sigh as he takes his earbud back. You live for these small moments with him, but you're quickly brought back to reality. You have something to tell him.

"Welcome home," you chime, and he brightly smiles, giving you a small peck. 

"Best thing to come home to." He can be so cheesy sometimes, but you love that. 

"Hey, I have something really important to tell you," you start, and he looks concerned. 

"Is everything okay? Who do I need to beat up?" You shake him off with a small smile, "it's nothing like that, no one hurt me... just uh, you might want to sit down for this. Do you want anything? Food? Water?"