Cursed

Ch. 30

"Dinner?" Jimin asked, sounding worried.

"Yeah. The guys want to thank you for watching after me. We've been over this already." I said, and I heard him sigh through the phone.

"I know, I'm just nervous. You live with a bunch of rich vampires who have been alive for thousands of years. What if they don't like us?" He asked, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"They are not a thousand years old. They're not even two hundred. And how can they not like you guys?" I told him. "Everything is going to be fine. Just wear something nice and be here on time. That's all you have to do."

"Easy for you to say. You can teleport anywhere. Unlike you, some people have to drive cars if they want to go somewhere." He whined, causing me to laugh even more.

"I offered to teleport you here, but you refused, remember?" I said, and he sighed, defeated.

"Yeah, yeah...I just didn't want you to go back and forth between our houses, it's too much."

"Okay, well, call me when you get close, that way I can wait for you at the gate." I smiled, standing from where I sat on the couch. "I have to go get ready now."

"Okay. We are just about ready to leave here. Oh, Suga, where's my tie?" He said, and I laughed.

"See you soon." I said, receiving a mumbled acknowledgment from Jimin, then I hung up. Shaking my head, I quickly made my way upstairs and to my room, walking in to see it empty.

"Hey, Natasha? You in here?" I asked, but there was no reply. I looked in the closet to see if she was picking out a dress to wear, but she wasn't in there. As I closed the closet door, I heard something coming from the bathroom, and I didn't like the sound of it.

Slowly, I made my way to the bathroom door and knocked, then cracked open the door to see Natasha leaning over the toilet, getting sick. "Oh, gosh." I said, and pulled her hair out of the way while she threw up. She had been fine since I got back from Jimin's, and I thought she was better, but I guess I was wrong.

"Sorry." She said once she had finished, not feeling nauseous anymore. I quickly grabbed a wash cloth and got it wet, helping her wipe off her face.

"No, its okay. If you're not feeling well, just say so. I'll come help." I smiled, helping her up off of the floor and to her bed. I sat her down on the edge of her bed, then turned to her. "Okay. How long have you been getting sick like this?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"The first time was at the hotel before everything with Mee-Yon happened..." She replied, and I bit my lip. I had a sneaking suspicion as to why she was nauseous all the time, but I didn't know for sure. "Why?"

"Well. I don't think you are actually sick. You don't have a fever or anything, so..." I began, but she just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I gave her a small smile, then spoke. "Is it possible that you might be...pregnant?" I asked, and it took a few seconds for it to sink in.

She quickly stood up when she realized what I had just asked. It would make sense, it all started after her and Kyungsoo slept together. If she was pregnant, it would explain why she was getting sick randomly and why she's been really tired recently.

I watched as she walked across the room and back, processing what I said, and she placed her hand on her stomach. "Natasha?" I asked after watching her pace for a minute. "Hey." I said, having to stand up and grab her shoulders to make her stop, snap out of it, and look at me.

She looked scared, her eyes watering. "What do I do?" She asked, her voice quivering. "What if I really am pregnant? How am I going to tell Kyungsoo?" She began, growing more worried with each question.