PREGNANT by my GAY BF {WATTY2022}

Part 67

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Y/N's POV
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"I'm not crazy -" Taehyung says to everyone in the room "I saw him"

"Yea - sure you did -" Jimin says with sarcasm "Just like the time you yelled for us to come to your room cause Jungkook was outside, but it was only the mailman -" he says with folded arms while staring at Taehyung

"I thought it was him"

"An old man?" Yugyeom questions while sporting a confused look

"Oh no wait - let's not forget the time you woke up to get a drink, but ended up tackling Yugyeom because you thought it was Jungkook" We all look at Jimin and then back at Tae

"His back was facing me, I thought -"

"Save it" Jimin says "I don't know about you Taehyung, but you sound crazy to me" Taehyung then puts his head down in his hands sliding his hair back and forth before slowly lifting his head up to look around the room at us

"I - I saw him. I know it was him. It-it felt - different"

"The new prescription I prescribe will take about 2 days to take effect -"

"Namjoon -" Taehyung says through glossy eyes

" - I'll cancel out the prescription you have been taking. It's probably too strong for you. But, in the meantime, no alcohol" was all he said before he walked away

"Yugyeom?" Taehyung says through a broken voice but puts his head down as Yugyeom turns his back on him and walks away with Jimin following behind

"I'm not - crazy" he says to himself as I stand there just looking at him. So, walking towards him, I find a seat next to him and wrap my arm around his waist. Lifting his head to see who was there, he slowly puts his head back down and shakes it

"You think I'm crazy too?" he asks

"People see what they want to see. That doesn't make you crazy Taehyung"

"Yea - ok -" he says with sarcasm, lifting his head before wiping his tears away on his sweaters sleeve. He scoffs "Try telling that to a 6-foot psychiatrist that believes I'm showing signs of schizophrenia"

"Tae - Namjoon is just -"

"Putting a title on me?" he then looks at me to see I'm already looking at him "It's his fault the first time for drugging me up on prescriptions because he thought I needed help. So, now he's saying I really need it? He's that convinced I'm that fucking crazy?"

"Don't do that. Don't come at Namjoon like that Tae. He's only trying to help"

"I know he's your fiancé but the only help he will be good at is leaving me the fuck alone -" he stands up getting defensive "The man gets paid thousands and millions of dollars just to sit in a fucking room and tell people their sick. Bullshit. I can do that" he says through gritted teeth

"Tae -"

"You were standing right there, Y/N -" he says with hurt in his eyes "You were standing - RIGHT - FUCKING - THERE! And I saw the look on your face. You were wide eyed just like I was" he says but I end up slowly shaking my head

"Tae -"

"I'm not fucking crazy" he says bringing his forearm across the top of a table and knocking every type of glass off of it with full force before walking away

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Walking back into the room, I see Namjoon sitting down with his laptop in his lap while he types away. Walking over to him, I sit next to him on the bed, leaning my head to put on his shoulder so I can see what he is writing. He turns his head some planting a soft kiss on my forehead but never takes his eyes off the screen