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The hospital loomed in front of them, sterile and foreboding. Hoseok and Jimin stepped out of the car, the brisk air brushing against their skin. Hoseok froze mid-step, a hand flying to his mouth before he gagged. Panic consumed him as he rushed to the nearest bush, his body betraying him in violent heaves.
“Hoseok!” Jimin exclaimed, dashing to his side. His hands trembled as they found Hoseok’s back, rubbing soothing circles while his voice cracked, “Baby, are you okay? What’s happening? I’m so worried.”
When Hoseok finally finished, he wiped his mouth with a trembling hand, giving Jimin a weak smile. “It’s nothing serious. Must be a stomach bug.”
Jimin’s expression darkened, his lower lip wobbling. “Stomach bug? Or something worse?” His voice wavered as he began listing illnesses, his words barely comprehensible through his tears.
Hoseok sighed and pulled Jimin into a firm hug. “Hey, hey, I’m fine, okay? I promise. You don’t need to cry.”
“I just… I love you so much, Hoseok,” Jimin whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he buried his face into Hoseok’s shoulder.
Hoseok smiled softly. “I love you too, Jimin.”
When they finally parted, Jimin cupped Hoseok’s face, his thumb gently brushing over Hoseok’s cheek before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Hold still,” Jimin murmured, wiping away the residue of vomit from Hoseok’s mouth.
Hoseok chuckled, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. They entwined their fingers and walked toward the hospital entrance together, the warmth of their connection dispelling some of the unease.
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The receptionist greeted them with a polite smile, directing them to the waiting area. The minutes dragged on as they waited to be called. Jimin fidgeted, his leg bouncing nervously while he kept a protective hand on Hoseok’s thigh.
Finally, a nurse appeared, gesturing them toward the doctor’s office. “Mr. Park? Dr. Kim is ready to see you.”
They stood, bowing politely as they entered. A man with striking features and an easygoing smile greeted them. “Good afternoon. I’m Dr. Kim Taehyung. Please, take a seat.”
Hoseok and Jimin sat down, exchanging nervous glances. Jimin was the first to speak, his hand slipping through Hoseok’s hair in a comforting motion. “Doctor, Hoseok hasn’t been feeling well. He’s been nauseous, throwing up, and…” His voice broke as he struggled to continue.
Dr. Kim nodded, his gaze turning to Hoseok. “Can you tell me about your symptoms in detail?”
Hoseok shifted in his seat, his cheeks flushing. “I’ve been feeling nauseous, especially in the mornings. I’ve been really tired and… my appetite has been weird. Some smells make me want to gag.”
Dr. Kim furrowed his brows, humming thoughtfully. “Hmm… Have you both been sexually active?”
Jimin and Hoseok exchanged a quick glance before nodding.
A small smile curved Dr. Kim’s lips. “Alright. I’ll need to run a test. We’ll take a urine sample and see what’s going on.”
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Thirty minutes later, Hoseok and Jimin were seated in the office. Dr. Kim had excused himself after collecting Hoseok’s sample, leaving the two to talk softly. Jimin leaned closer, his fingers playing with Hoseok’s.
“Do you think it’s serious?” Jimin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I hope not,” Hoseok replied, though his heart raced.
The door opened, and Dr. Kim returned, sitting at his desk with a calm expression. “Thank you for waiting,” he began, clasping his hands together. “I have the results.”
Jimin leaned forward eagerly, his hands gripping his knees. “What is it?”
Dr. Kim’s face broke into a warm smile. “Congratulations. You’re expecting a baby soon.”
The room fell silent. Hoseok gasped, his hands flying to his mouth before he shrieked with joy. “Finally!” He turned to Jimin, his eyes shining with happiness. “Jimin, we did it!”
But Jimin didn’t react. His body stiffened, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the doctor. “Pregnant?” he echoed, his voice hollow.
Dr. Kim nodded. “Yes. Congratulations.”
Jimin’s breath hitched, and he shook his head. “It… it must be a mistake. Hoseok can’t get pregnant.”
The smile on Hoseok’s face faltered. “What do you mean?” he whispered, his voice trembling.
Jimin clenched the armrest, his knuckles white. “Let’s go home,” he muttered, standing abruptly and walking to the door without another word.
Hoseok blinked in confusion before looking at Dr. Kim apologetically. “Thank you, doctor,” he said softly before rushing to follow Jimin.
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“Jimin!” Hoseok called as he caught up, grabbing Jimin’s hand. But Jimin yanked it away as if burned.
“Don’t touch me,” Jimin snapped, his voice sharp and cold.
Hoseok’s heart cracked, his steps faltering. This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. He had dreamed of this moment, and now it was shattering before his eyes.
They reached the car in tense silence. Jimin started the engine, his lips trembling as tears blurred his vision.
“Jimin—” Hoseok began, but Jimin cut him off.
“Don’t,” Jimin warned, his voice low and dangerous. “If you say one more word, Hoseok, I swear I’ll lose it. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
Hoseok swallowed hard, his chest tightening painfully. What was happening?
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The drive home was agonizing, the silence heavy and suffocating. As soon as they arrived, Jimin slammed the car door and stormed inside. Hoseok followed hesitantly, closing the door behind him.
“Jimin, love—” Hoseok started, his voice soft.
“Don’t you dare call me that!” Jimin exploded, turning to face him with eyes blazing. Hoseok flinched, his eyes wide with shock.
From the staircase, Yoongi appeared, his gaze flicking between the two, but neither acknowledged him.
Jimin’s finger shot out, pointing at Hoseok’s stomach. “Who is the father of that thing in your stomach?”
Hoseok gasped, his hands instinctively cradling his abdomen. “It’s you, Jimin!” he cried, his voice laced with desperation.
“Don’t lie to me!” Jimin roared, his chest heaving.
“I don’t understand,” Hoseok stammered, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Jimin let out a bitter laugh, his voice breaking. “I don’t understand either. Because the last time I checked…” He paused, his words catching in his throat. “I’m infertile.”
The words hit Hoseok like a freight train. His jaw dropped, his mind racing as he whispered, “What?”
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