Can You Trust Me? (Yandere Jimin x Reader)

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I paced back and forth, covering my mouth with my hands. Jimin and Jungkook were both on the computer. They were researching about evidence about me being pregnant. 

"I mean, I didn't want to get pregnant did I? Jimin, why the hell would you give me a white tasteless candy!?" I stopped walking. 

"I didn't want you to freak out." Jimin kept his eyes on the computer. "Found something." Jimin smirked. 

"After a girl is pregnant, she can no longer have her period. Sometimes, girls can have other bleeding that might look like periods, this usually happens around when a girl is on her period." He showed us the sight. 

"Which means, I am probably the dad." Jimin's smirk got wider. "That proves nothing!" I raised my voice. 

"What if you never got me pregnant? I mean, maybe I actually had my period, and you didn't actually get me pregnant..." I tried to avoid the fact that I would have Jimin's baby.

"So, do we just wait until after you give birth?" Jungkook closed the laptop. "Well, we don't have any other options... So yeah, and then we do a DNA test." I looked down.

"Now, since... We don't know who the dad is.... Um, I can still be with Jungkook, even though Jimin might be the dad..." I stuttered. 

I glared at Jimin. "If I find even a scratch on his face, or anywhere on his body that you gave him, you're dead." 

"What if he's not the father?" Jimin raised a eyebrow. I gave him a 'try me' look with my eyes. He got the message, putting his head down.

"Did it say how many weeks you were?" Jungkook asked. "No, I only bought a positive negative one..." I hugged my elbows. 

"Well, (Y/N), lets go." Jimin got up, grabbing my wrist. "Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrow. "We're going back to our apartment." Jimin looked at me.

"Your apartment. Jimin, I'm not scared of you, I'm not dating you, I'm with Jungkook, get out." I pointed to the door. I yanked my wrist out of his hand.

Jimin was about to protest. "You're not the pregnant one, are you?" I raised my eyebrow. He sighed, walking out the door.

I waited till I couldn't hear his loud feet. I sighed, sitting down beside Jungkook. I rested my head on his shoulder. He started to stroke the back of my hair.

"I really want you to be the father..." I bit my lip. "Y-yeah, me too." I heard him stutter. "Are you okay?" I turned my head, making it so I was resting my chin on his shoulder.

"I'm fine." He turned his head to me, smiling softly. I returned the smile, pecking his cheek. "Um, Jungkook..." I took my head of his shoulder.

"Hmm?" He raised and eyebrow. "Have you... Ever slept with a girl before I came?" I bit my lip, making it bleed.

The metallic taste began to drip into my mouth, mixing with my spit. "Oh, one second." He looked at my lips. He ran to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back with chapstick.

"Thanks." I took the small 'thing'. I took the cap off, and applied it to my lips. "So... Um, no, I have not..." Jungkook looked the other direction.

"Really? I always thought you were a pervert and a playboy." I was actually shocked. He sighed, he looked at me. "And why, do I look like one?" He had a tint of sadness in his eyes.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that. Well, you were pervy during middle school." I giggled. 

"I know."

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