Thigh Riding // Jhope fanfic// re-vamp !

berries

"Hey! Wake up!" I exclaimed, raising my voice as I leaned over to Hoseok's ear.

It had been two years since our relationship had begun. We had taken things at a steady pace – well, sort of. Our time mostly revolved around cuddling, intimate moments, and discussions about our future together.

Frustrated by my futile efforts to wake him, I eventually gave up and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I knew the aroma of cooking would eventually rouse him, so I set about making pancakes.

I began by slicing up some fresh berries before preparing the pancake mix. Once the batter was ready, I added the diced berries and continued working.

Suddenly, I felt arms encircle my waist, startling me. Glancing back, I found a groggy Hoseok resting his head on my shoulder. "Hey, go wash up. You smell awful," I teased.

Without protest, Hoseok headed straight upstairs to the bathroom. I chuckled and resumed cooking.

After about 30 minutes, the eggs, pancakes, and bacon were all ready. A loud knocking echoed from the door, and I pouted slightly, tilting my head as I approached it cautiously.

Opening the door, I was met with the enthusiastic and hyper presence of BTS. Their bright smiles lit up their faces as they entered.

"Where's Hyung?" Jungkook inquired, blinking as he scanned the room.

"Getting dressed. He showered while I was cooking."

"Ah," the rest of BTS responded in unison, nodding as they understood.

Hoseok descended the stairs with his wet hair partially tucked into a towel. Inviting everyone to the table, I was relieved that I had made enough food for everyone.

After breakfast, the boys departed, likely for the studio, while I embarked on my usual routine of cleaning. I tidied up the kitchen after our meal, cleaned the bathroom after Hoseok's shower, mopped the floors, and restored order to the bedroom and entrance.

Once my cleaning was complete, I ascended the stairs, took care of my hair and makeup, and left for work.

Arriving at my workplace, I sensed an odd silence in the air. My best friend Wendy's apologetic gaze met mine.

Confusion knitted my brows as I sat down at a table.

"Y/N, we know," my manager declared, arms folded, his expression stern.

"Know what?" I responded, maintaining a straight face as I blinked, trying to comprehend the situation.

"That you're pregnant," he asserted, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of anger and concern.

My eyes widened in surprise, and I shifted my attention to Wendy, who mouthed, "Sorry, it slipped."

I shook my head in disbelief and let out a frustrated sigh. No one was supposed to know about my pregnancy except for Wendy. I had entrusted her with my secret, and now I had to figure out how to break the news to Hoseok.

By the time my shift concluded around 8 p.m., I hailed a taxi and headed back home. Upon opening the door, I was met with the sight of BTS and their manager in the living room. Everyone stood up to greet me, except for Hoseok, who seemed visibly upset.

After returning their greetings, I took a seat in front of them.

"Y/N... It's important for you to listen to what we have to say with an open mind, okay?" Jin began, concern etched on his face.

Tilting my head slightly, I nodded while nervously biting my lower lip.

"We need to break up," Hoseok stated bluntly. He rose from his seat and left the room without another word.

My heart plummeted, and tears welled up in my eyes. Slowly trickling down my cheeks like a leaky faucet, my tears fell. I sat there, stunned, unable to find the right words.

Hoseok descended the stairs again, this time carrying bags filled with his belongings. He didn't spare me a glance, just walked out. Following suit, the rest of the members and their manager departed, leaving me sitting there, gripping my shirt over my heart, tears streaming down my face. Placing a hand over my stomach, I gently rubbed it.

"It's okay, baby... Mommy will take care of you on her own."