Forbidden Kisses on a Harley| JJK

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a month and a half had flown by since delilah and jungkook arrived in new york. jungkook, especially, was having a blast. everything in this foreign country fascinated him. tatyana delilah's mom, also treated them to a picnic in central park, giving jungkook even more to explore.

a frown creased delilah's face as she checked her phone calendar. her period was late. she sighed and double-checked her period tracking app, which confirmed her fears.

"maybe it'll come soon," she whispered, a touch of worry in her voice. "but this has never happened before."  delilah left the bathroom to find jungkook awake, his hair a mess and his face slightly puffy from sleep. she climbed into bed and kissed his forehead. "hi, my love," she murmured.

sleepily, jungkook nuzzled his face into her neck. "where'd you go?" he mumbled, his arms wrapping around her waist. "just the bathroom, baby," she replied, gently running her fingers through his hair. jungkook snuggled closer, seeking warmth between her breasts. delilah winced slightly in pain, catching him off guard.

"what's wrong, sweetheart? did i hurt you?" his voice was laced with concern as he immediately sat up.

"no, darling," she reassured him, a smile gracing her lips. "my breasts are just a bit sore, that's all. come here." she pulled him close and pecked his lips. jungkook kissed her back, his head resting comfortably between her breasts as he drifted back to sleep.

as a former biology student and soon-to-be doctor, delilah couldn't help but suspect she might be pregnant. the missed period, the breast tenderness, and a wave of nausea and hunger all pointed towards that possibility.

delilah gently disentangled herself from jungkook's hold and slipped away to the bathroom. a wave of nausea crashed over her, and she emptied her stomach into the toilet. the violent expulsion left her weak, but barely a moment later, the nausea returned. a second wave of vomiting wracked her body.

sharp cramps twisted in her abdomen. gazing into the mirror, she saw a reflection that barely resembled her usual self. her face, puffy and flushed, seemed to glow with an unnatural heat. lifting her shirt, she noticed her breasts appeared swollen and veined. a curse escaped her lips under her breath.

"fuck fuck"

stepping into the shower, she did her routine. back in the bedroom, she threw on one of jungkook's oversized shirts and a pair of joggers.

descending the stairs, she found tatyana entering the house, grocery bags in hand. "good afternoon, sleepyhead," tatyana teased, disappearing into the kitchen.

the aroma of food hit delilah's senses, causing her face to cringe. "ugh, what's that smell, mom?" she choked out, grimacing.

tatyana emerged from the kitchen, confusion etched on her face. "what smell? this is chipotle, your favorite. are you feeling alright?"

"i don't like that smell—" delilah began. bolting for the bathroom, she barely made it before another wave of nausea overtook her. weakened, she leaned against the sink, the sound of her mother's concerned voice filtering through the door. "it's chipotle, honey. what's wrong?"

delilah swallowed back a fresh wave of nausea, a single word escaping her lips. "i... don't know."

oh, shut up you do. you're the biology expert. dr. delilah jackson. a voice in her head rambled.

tatyana reached out, her hand hovering near delilah's breast. before her touch could land, delilah flinched away with a pained gasp. "ow, mom! what are you doing?" she hissed, clutching her chest. tatyana's brow furrowed. "did you diagnose yourself yet?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

delilah's stomach lurched. "i can't be," she whispered, dread creeping into her voice."i'm not ready for a baby. i haven't even started my career yet."

"missed your period?" tatyana inquired gently. delilah could only nod, the knot in her stomach tightening. "sweetie, as a doctor, these signs should be clear to you. but for peace of mind, a trip to the hospital wouldn't hurt."

just then, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the tension. jungkook entered the kitchen, his bare feet padding softly on the polished floor. he greeted tatyana with a warm smile, their growing bond evident. he then walked over to delilah and leaned down, planting a kiss on her cheek. "hey you," he murmured.

delilah managed a weak smile and a peck on his lips, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. "hi, my love.

across the room, tatyana gestured towards the bag of groceries. "jungkook, pumpkin, try this!" she chirped, taking out a chipotle rice bowl.

delilah's nose wrinkled in disgust at the familiar scent. unable to bear the smell, she retreated to the living room, her body thrumming with a disquieting mix of nausea and fear.

jungkook, oblivious to her discomfort, dug into the rice bowl with a fork. his expression turning angry and pouty. "wow, this is good!" he exclaimed.

tatyana beamed at him, "i'm glad you like it, sweetie.

jungkook padded into the living room and sat beside his girlfriend who moved away from him. "baby, what's the matter?" he pouted. "i just don't like that smell, babe." she whined and laid down the couch.

"do you wanna tell him??" tatyana sat down on the sofa, grabbing the remote. "mom..." she shoot her mother a warning glance.

"tell me what, sweetheart?" jungkook whispered and covered the bowl and shuffled closer to her. delilah took a deep breathe and gaze at him. "baby, what is it hm?" his tone laced with warmth and concern.

"i might be pregnant, my love." she sighed. "really??" his eyes widened, a broad smile erupting on his face. delilah hummed and jungkook face fell. "you're not happy about it?"

delilah hesitated, tatyana, sensing their need for privacy, strolled to her room.

"we're young," delilah finally started, her voice barely above a whisper. "i'm not ready."

"i am," jungkook declared.

delilah's heart sank. "but i'm not. i haven't even started my career yet. there's so much i want to do first." she ran a hand through her braids.

jungkook stared at her, his expression unreadable for a moment, "you're not going to hurt him/her are you?" delilah blinked and didn't utter out a word which prompted jungkook to say, "i won't allow you to hurt our child, babe. if you don't want them, i'll raise them on my own."

"baby, how can you think so low of me? i'm not getting rid of this child. me being not ready doesn't mean i don't want them. how can you even say that to me?" she fumed and looked at jungkook who was already gazing at her. "i'm sorry, sweetheart. you weren't answering me so i panicked,"

delilah took a deep breath and put her hand on her stomach,
"even if i'm not ready, i know we can raise our child together." she sighed and jungkook placed his hand on her stomach caressing it. "how did this even happen? we always use protection." she said. "maybe the condom broke." jungkook shrug his shoulders. "yea, i wonder why." she rolled her eyes.

"babe, i'm not that huge." he grumbled earning a giggle from delilah. "liar, you are." jungkook picked her up onto his lap and kissed her cheek few times. "i'm so sorry for saying that. i overreacted, sweetheart." he rest his cheek on hers.

"its okay, my love." delilah cupped his cheek and kissed his lips.
"are we going to the hospital soon? you know, just to make sure." he asked receiving a nod from delilah.

"do you want me to make you some food? are you hungry, sweetheart?"

"no, baby. i'm not, everything seems gross to me now." she whined and play with his tattoos. "you have to eat something, baby. i don't want you passing out anytime soon hm?" he rub her back and move his free hand to her belly.

"can you make me a fruit bowl, please?"

"anything for my girl." he smiled and nuzzled their noses.

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a/n: hang in there, prepare your tissues. i have a few if you guys need some. :)