Too Many Temptations

Chapter Eleven: Fate and Future

You looked down to your nude patent flats, and faded black leggings. You counted the lines in the pale blue tile under your feet, while gently pulling up the mask covering your mouth and nose.

"Jagiya.. are you ready?" Taehyung whispered from behind you, jolting you from your intense staring contest with the floor. You look to him, and can barely see his eyes through his SnapBack and mask. He glanced around him, making sure no one knew who he was. You then turned your gaze back to the products on the shelf in front of you. Why on earth were there so many different brands of pregnancy tests?! Your eyes began to well and you let out a muffled whimper as you couldn't contain your emotions any longer. "Listen I know this sucks but we can't do this here, honey. If anyone sees who I am, we'll have to call the police to get us out of here." Taehyung moved in front of you, hands on your shoulders and made sure your eyes were looking deep into his. You couldn't even feel his hands on you. You were too numb. Your eyes returned to the tests, and Taehyungs sight followed yours. He looked to the wall of pregnancy tests. "...Jesus Christ.." he whispered to himself. He began grabbing one of each brand of test and throwing them into the basket.

"Tae I can't afford all this! These are like $30 each." The frantic boy didn't even hear you. He was too focused. He finished filling your shopping basket, grabbed your wrist and pulled you to the cashier. He handed the teller his credit card, grabbed the shopping bags, and motioned you to swiftly walk by his side.

The ride back to the hotel was silent. The elevator ride to the boys floor was silent. The walk to the room was silent. The quiet was broken by Taehyung knocking on the door, the shopping bags still gripped in his palms. The door swung open quickly, and you watched Namjoon walk back into the room, his cellphone pushed to his ear.

"Now, Hoseok. I'm not kidding. We need you here." Namjoon closed the door behind him as he walked into the bathroom. His voice was muffled but you could still hear him as you sat in the rooms desk chair. "I really don't care, Jung Hoseok. Team meeting. Now." You looked to your shoes again, and you slowly use your toes to kick off your flats by the heels. Namjoon opened the bathroom door and tossed his phone to the bed. "Hobi will be here soon."

"Jin and ... Jimin are on their way too." Your eyes met Jungkooks as he said Jimin's name. You have no idea how he'll react.

Yoongi kneeled to the ground before you. He reached up, and pulled off your tear stained face mask. "Stop it." He was trying to console you, you knew he was. He just wasn't great at it. He reached into the bag, and grabbed a box of tests. He handed it to you and smiled. "Let's make sure this is legit before we all start freaking out."

"Shouldn't we wait for the other boys?" You looked around the room and were answered with silence.

"...we all need to know." Yoongi grabbed your hand and pulled you to standing. Jungkook was quick behind you with the bag of tests. You walked into the bathroom, and Jungkook set the bag next to you on the floor. You sat on the toilet seat and the beautiful boy knelt beside you.

"Baby please know that the results don't matter. We will all love and support you no matter what. We will never ever let anyone hurt you or our child." You weren't sure what you did to deserve him, or the other boys but you were so glad they were the ones going through this with you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your forehead hit his.

"I love you Jungkookah." You smiled, and so did he.

"Take all the tests, cap them and leave them in here. Don't look at them until we're all together. Okay?" His hand lifted to your thigh, and he gently rubbed your leg with his thumb.

"Yah! That shits what got us into this mess, kid." Yoongi pulled Jungkook up by the back of his shirt. "Let us know when you're done, jagi. Call me if you need me." Yoongi closed the bathroom door and you looked down to your collection of pregnancy tests.