Bts imagines PT.3

Hoseok

It was now or never.

You stared at the pharmacy from across your aisle and bit your lip. The coast was clear, you walked over and began your search. Quickly scanning the shelves you looked for the dainty pink box and put it in your basket.

"Can I help you miss?" The strong waft of lemon hand sanitizer made you turn to face a tall woman in a lab coat.

"Yes, actually. Can I checkout here?"

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On your way back home you thought about something rather important–your period.

Now, aunt Flo was always very fond of surprise visits. She was impeccable with her timing and you suffered tremendously. Respectfully, you gave a moment my of silence for your loss of cute underwear. But thinking back on it, you realized that this wasn't the first period you've missed, you were extremely bloated, and although he was very careful, your fiancée wasn't exactly cheery about condoms.

Shutting the door to your house you locked yourself in the bathroom and read the instructions on the packaging:

Remove from packaging and hold downwardsUrinate on adhesive stick for five secondsReplace cap and set on flat surface for 3 minutesAfter 3 minutes see results

With a deep breath you reassured yourself that it was going to be a false alarm and everything was normal. This was going to be the longest 3 minutes of your life.

Instead of stressing in the bathroom about your results you decided to snack on something to distract your mind. Rummaging through the cupboards you found Hoseok's stash of gold fish crackers and unknowingly helped yourself to half of its contents. It was funny how he tried to hide his snacks from you, he had tucked them away behind the salt and vinegar chips that you hated. Like that did anything. The clock on the microwave showed that almost 10 minutes had passed and you ran towards the bathroom.

Your heart slowed to a steady beat as you tried to focus your blurry eyes on what waited before you. You blinked several times at the tiny red symbol...you were positive?

Pregnant.

The image burned into your retinas long enough for your hands to stop shaking. You were pregnant. A frenzy of emotions washed over you, numbness being the only distinguishable sense. Sighs of disbelief haunted your bathroom.

I mean, your situation wasn't exactly bad. In fact this was something you two have wanted for a while. You and Hoseok have talked about having a baby quite a few times. You loved how bright eyed  and smiley he would become when he talked of tiny feet and pitter patter on your wooden floors so much that you were eager to have one as soon as possible, but you both came to the agreement that it was just too early.

How were you going to tell him now?

While you thought of all of the ways Hobi would react, you walked into the kitchen and took out a pitcher of ice cream.

"How should I do it?"

A poster? A subtle note? A cake? Lame, all cliché.

"No, I should just tell him straight out. Hobi, I'm pregnant."

The front door slammed. The sound of his dance bag falling to the floor made your heart pound out of your chest. His eyes resembled an owl's, his brown irises wide with shock. His jaw overweight with gravity hit the floor. This was not how you wanted everything to go. Why did he have to be home early today?

"You're what?" his voice wavered, you couldn't tell what his exact emotions were and it scared you. Silence grew unbearably loud as his eyes roamed to the plastic stick that was on the countertop. His feet cautiously dragged him into the kitchen, you swallowed hard. Time seemed to have stopped when he picked it up. You held your breath and watched as his eyes focused on the tiny red plus sign.