Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

(Kismet)

Seokjin's POV:

"We're here." Ken shuts the engine off the second we arrive to the emergency room. He looks back at me through the rear view mirror, giving me one of his infamous worry look.

I sigh, unbuckling my seat belt. He doesn't believe me that I'm Pregnant. Not because he's a douch that believes that guys shouldn't be able to produce, but he doesn't believe that I could be solely because it would one more thing for me to worry about.

With everything that is going on in my life, being pregnant is like a burden to me. My brothers should be my focus, instead a baby would have to be my main priority, and I'm afraid that could impact Taehyung terribly.

As Ken said on the way over here, it is better to believe that I am not, that is something else, rather than worrying about that I am.

And maybe he could be right. But I know that is not true. I'm pregnant and no pregnancy stick or test needs to prove it to me. But if Ken wants proof, then I'll give him proof.

The feeling of being tired to the point of exhaustion is kicking in. It's going to take hours before I am even called and get blood tested. Sitting on a chair for a long time, is boring to me. Not so much a fan of social media so being bored at a place like this is something I might be doing the whole night.

"Ken, you don't need to do this." I yawn, grabbing my coat from the car seat.

I put it on me, suddenly feeling a breeze coming up on me. Taehyung was right beside me, his arm intertwine with mine.

After I told Ken, we had stood frozen, motionless. I was letting the news kick on him. His face never changed. He sat there, his hands still holding my wrists.

Without warning, he pull one of my arms, grabbed my coat, and announced we were going to the emergency room. Hoseok and his girlfriend had just left so Taehyung tagged along.

I didn't even asked why he wanted to take me. We could of just bought a pregnancy stick. He didn't want a damn cheap pregnancy stick, he wanted blood results confirming that I was in fact pregnant.

He refused to believe I was. Saying that I was panicking about passing out, thus making me believe that I was conceiving a child. I beg to differ. He was the one panicking. I think he felt sorry that so many things were happening in my life while he's was perfect as it could be. I guess he wanted me to have something less to worry about.

Ken a couple steps a head of me, turns around. "Yes, I do. You're life was not made to be that stressful."His smile fades, his eyes becoming dull.

I blink. Startled at what he said, my throat starts to become tight. I didn't think that my crazy life was something that made him sad.

I never thought that it ever bothered him. He has never understood my life because his life has always been easy, and I get that, it's just not something that he should be getting worked up.

For every problem, there is a solution. I'm pretty sure that I'll be right if I am pregnant. Which I am. The only thing that really makes it more stressful is Namjoon.

I can choose to not tell him or tell him. Either way, he always going to be involved. Whichever decision I make, regret is going to always be there. For some odd reason, I don't want to tell him.

Perhaps taking care of a kid as a single father is better than having him around. Less drama for me. Namjoon is rich and I am not. Everything would be better if he wasn't rich.

Unfortunately, not everything is fair. Well, my whole life isn't fair.

The emergency room is packed. Tired faces are everywhere. Noise is the only thing I hear. Ken pads me in the back and he tags Taehyung along to a nearby chair.