Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Proof

You scoffed at the paternity test results as you read them. He had the audacity to accuse you of cheating on him and getting pregnant by someone else and you knew that he was the only man you had slept with in the space of eighteen to twenty months. He seriously had the fucking balls to think that you would force him to father a child that isn't his. Like what the actual fuck?! The paternity test that he insisted on and forced you to pay for was sitting in front of you and the results damn near pissed you off. You hated that your relationship ended over a suspicion so you left him and went through your pregnancy alone. Yes, you had help from your friends but they wouldn't always be available so you ended up staying at a hotel near your hospital the week you were supposedly due.

Huffing a bit at the increased effort it took to get to the elevator on your floor – the second floor – you ran into someone you didn't think you'd see ever again. Your ex. The one who made you pay for the paternity test – Michael Evans Behling. You sighed and got in the elevator, ignoring his presence and focusing on your baby because you knew that any kind of raised emotions could send you into labor sooner than you expect, and that is not something you want right now. Besides your baby girl was only due in six days' time on the 18th. Despite it being close to midnight, you were craving chicken nuggets from McDonald's and bacon loaded fries from Burger King along with a bottomless Dr Pepper on the side but life decided that you needed a kick in the ass before you could satisfy your cravings. You open your mouth to go off on him and shove the results in his damn chest after but someone decided to call you before you could really give him hell. You looked at the screen and rolled your eyes before picking up.

"You know that I'm technically on maternity leave right," you rhetorically ask your boss. She sighed deeply and as if you could sense her stress levels, you immediately stopped joking around before asking what the problem was – again. Sighing when she tells you that there's an issue with an artist, you get in a cab and head to work. It took about ten to fifteen minutes to get there but you had a bad feeling settling in your stomach. You shook it off, knowing that there was work to be done. Watching your steps as you get to the elevator, you're almost late until a hand stops the doors from closing and the owner hold it open for you. Your pace quickens as much as your pregnant belly allows you to, finally getting in the elevator, the kind stranger moving their arm to let the doors close. You were still slightly out of breath at the lil penguin run did to get to the elevator so you didn't hear the question you were asked. You turned your head to face the man that saved the elevator for you, having not heard him the first time. A smile made its way onto his face as he turned in your direction to ask again, "which floor are you going to?"

You looked up at him – yes, he was taller, everyone seemed to be throughout your pregnancy – and told him which floor. Coincidentally, you were going to the same floor. Jimin realised that you'd gotten to your floor and he was waiting for you, and immediately snapped out of your daydream, smiling lightly and bowing your head a little as a sign of gratitude. He smiled at you again and returned the gesture, extending his hand to you. You look at him puzzled and your expression changes when he takes your hand into his and put it on his muscular arm – at least that what it feels like – and doesn't let go of it until you reach your destination – which just so happened to be in the very chaotic room he was headed to. He walked in first – you assumed to tell the guys to keep the noise levels reasonable – and you were kinda surprised to see that it wasn't Jimin that opened the door for you, it was Seokjin. You didn't mind but you walked in the room and the silence amongst the usually rowdy boys was almost uncomfortable as you looked around for Namjoon. Your eyes found him and you were about to walk over to him but you were quickly ushered into a comfortable chair, smiling at the sweet gesture and Namjoon decided to switch seats with Hoseok who ended up sharing with Jeongguk and Yoongi to be able to discuss the major issue with you while Jimin sat on the other side of you.

Namjoon explained that there was an issue with one of the assistants assigned to working with them named Stephanie. As soon as you heard the name, you rolled your eyes instinctively, sending the boys into a fit of laughter and you tried not to laugh because you could go into labor at any moment. "Okay! Enough! The last thing any of you want is for me to pick one of you to be in the delivery room, destroying your hand while I give birth," you say in Korean, and they immediately shut up. You look at Namjoon and ask him to explain the issues with Stephanie. The way he looked at you could only be described as the look a child gives their mother when they're being bullied or something. Taking a quick look around the room at the facial expressions associated with the problematic assistant. The only face you couldn't see was Jimin's because he was sitting behind you, so you asked him to help you to your feet.

In an instant, he was on his feet with his hands finding yours to pull you to your feet. You thanked him and called Stephanie into the conference room. With Jimin's hands still holding yours, he helped you to the conference room as the boys followed behind you and Jimin, Taehyung close behind with Jeongguk and Namjoon leading you guys, Seokjin, Yoongi and Hoseok behind the maknae line. Namjoon opened the door, letting you and Jimin in first, then everyone else followed. You stayed standing, Jimin letting you use him as a walking aid. You wondered why he was the first to jump at the opportunity to help you. You shook your head and focused on the task at hand. Seeing that Stephanie was sat on the far side of the table nearest to the windows, you figured you'd get a complete and detailed version of events from the offended party.

"What happened? Why are we all gathered here when we all have work to do," you asked then translated in Korean. Everyone looked around before cutting eyes at Jimin then back at each other again. You huffed, getting impatient at the lack of response from the same people you were trying to help. Raising an eyebrow at Namjoon as a silent explain, now gesture, he sighed and spit it out. "Stephanie has been trying to get with Jimin, for lack of better words." You look at both of them for a second before telling Namjoon to carry on. "It escalated about a week ago when we were finishing up practice for the choreography and she had to record the practice so we could review it. The problem came in when we saw that she was focused only on Jimin instead of the seven of us, and it didn't stop there. Considering she's responsible for our coffee orders as well as lunch and whatever else we may need, she makes it a point to ignore the rest of us as if we don't exist. This afternoon, she took it too far. She, uh," he suddenly stopped explaining and Jimin filled in the blanks by whispering the rest of the story in my ear. When he finished telling me, I took a step back and looked at each member for confirmation, and they all nodded weakly before looking away with clenched jaws. You looked at her as if looks could kill and said two words; "you're fired."

You took Jimin's hand and led him to a private area. You finally looked up at his face but he refused to meet your gaze. You could see that his lip was quivering slightly and you pulled him into your arms and let him cry for as long he needed to. At some point, he hugged you back and squeezed your hands as he pulled away from your embrace. For as long as you've know Jimin, he'd turn to you if there was an issue that he didn't want the other members to know about. As a result, you got closer to him in a different way than the other members. Yes, you're close with all of them but it's different with each member. And Jimin. You helped him calm down once his sobs stopped, and he finally looked in your eyes for the first time since you brought him to your office. There was a look in his eyes and he scanned your face as he leaned into you a bit, not much because of your belly. He had this intensity in his eyes suddenly and he definitely caught you by surprise with what he did next.

He readjusted himself to be able to lean up with no problem. He then pulled you closer to him, his face in line with yours as he moved close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips. His plump lips brush against your own and you move a bit so your noses are touching and your breaths are now mingled. You finally feel the softness of his lips as they meet yours and immediately, you're lost in him until you abruptly pull away, remembering that you were pregnant. Your water broke. Shit!

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