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My fifteen minutes is up. Before I make any moves I need to relax a little. I figured a shower is the best way to help me with that.

Once I'm out the shaking in my hands didn't stop but the crying did. I put on sweats and a hoodie and go to the kitchen to get some water. I drink the entire glass.

If I'm being honest I want to tell Minho first. But I know Seungmin needs to find out before any of them do. But to me, if Minho didn't like it I would bail.

No.

It's my decision. I'm keeping it.

I just want comfort. Some type of stability from one of my members. It's so hard for me to tell seungmin cause if he hates it I'm fucked instantly. But with them I could get an opinion you know?

Opinion about what? It's your baby.

I sigh as I make my way down the hall. I approach his door and open it slowly. I struggle because of how shaky my hands were.

When I opened the door he was awake laying on his bed scrolling through his phone. I softly shut the door behind me.

Once he notices my presence he instantly gets up throwing his phone aside. He meets me with a tight hug.

"Where did you go? I wanted to wake up next to you this morning?" He says kissing the top of my hood.

His words cause me to break down crying. I fear that is the last time I'll hear them. My legs give out and I fall limp against him. Holding him tight with my arms.

"Baby what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" He asks concerned. I can hear the shakiness in his voice.

All I can do is stare at him. More tears fall from my eyes. His eyes gloss over. He hugs me tighter. "Please tell me what's wrong."

"Seungmin." I say my voice shaky. Almost weak.

"Yes love. What's wrong" a few tears fall down his face. I wipe them with my thumbs.

"Don't hate me." I say. It sounded more like a prayer then an ask.

"Hate you? I couldn't ever hate you, what's going on baby?" He hugs me tight. My head was spinning but I know I had to get it out. I hate seeing him cry.

"Im pregnant." I almost blurt. It wasn't loud but loud for how close we were.

His jaw drops. He goes silent. Not a word from his mouth. His tight grip on me loosed a little. Im afraid that meant he didn't like it. I start crying more.

Fuck this is where I get hurt. I feel my world crumbling down. But then I feel his hands on me. Instantly putting the pieces back together.

He picks me up gently placing me on the bed, hovering over me. He's eyes meet mine. He is teary eyed.

"Are you serious?" He searches my face looking for any sign of joking.

I pull out both tests from my hoodie pocket. Showing him. He stares at them for a few seconds then kisses my forehead then my nose then my cheeks getting rid of the tears. It's almost no use because his tears fall on my face along with my own.