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✔ Children | Jimin

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"Crap crap crap." You hiss, throwing the test across the bathroom. The plastic of the thin test hits the tiles of your shower wall before sliding down onto the shower floor.

It was the third test you've taken. And, the third test with a positive sign, staring back up at you. You swallow, forcing the acidic bile that was building at the base of your throat.

Your legs wobble under you, and you crumple, caving in on yourself. What would the fans think?

What would Jimin think?

You press the back of your head against the white bathroom wall, letting the warm tears fall to the soft fabric of your shirt, leaving trails on your cheeks in their wake.

"Crap." You murmur under your breath.

"(Y/N)? Love, are you okay?" Jimin's soft voice asks, followed by a series of frantic knocks. Your heart clenches, your airway beginning to close in on itself. Just his voice made you feel guilty.

As if this was your fault.

"I-I'm fine!" You call back, mentally damning yourself for stuttering at such a time. Jimin; as your long-term boyfriend, and knowing you like the back of his hand, wasn't buying into your half-baked lie.

"No you aren't. Tell me what's wrong." Jimin says, clearly not caring that you were in the bathroom.

"Nothing, don't worry about it, Jiminie. It's fine." You try to assure him.

".... 'It's?' So there is something wrong?"

Only you, Park Jimin.

You stand, staring in the mirror. A puffy-eyed girl with flushed, tear-stained cheeks, stared back at you. You take a deep breath, taking a few moments to make yourself look like you again.

A little part of you, from the back of your mind, screamed at you to tell Jimin that you were pregnant with his child.

But you couldn't do that to him. He belonged with Bangtan. A child was the last thing he needed right now. Jimin probably didn't even want a child.

But were you prepared to run, if you had to? Were you prepared to uproot your entire life, leave the man you love, for an unborn baby?

Abortion isn't an option, either.

Not for you.

You open the bathroom door, meeting your boyfriend's worried gaze. He stood in front of the door, his hand pressed against the doorframe. His posture straightens the minute the door opens, his eyes lightening.

"I was so worr--"

"We need to talk, Jimin." You say, already feeling your mental and emotional strength deteriorating faster than you could keep up with.

His open gaze immediately begins to tighten into a mix of panic, worry, and sadness.

"Are you leaving me?" He asks immediately, shrinking back. Your (E/C) eyes widen, your face probably mirroring his right about now.

"What? No. It's not that. It's jus--"

"Just what?" Jimin asks, without giving you time to explain yourself, much less finish your sentence.

"Can I finish?" You ask calmly, reaching out and pulling his warm hand into your cold, shaking ones.

Jimin nods, looking at you with the same facial expressions that he showed earlier. This time, he expressed more sadness, now that his initial panic had subsided, for the most part.

"I know that Bangtan is your life, and means everything to you. So, I won't ask for you to conform to this..." You look down solemnly. Your emotions were already beginning to get to you. At this rate, you weren't likely going to get through this confession without having a total meltdown.

"What are you saying, (Y/N)?" Jimin asks, his rich voice quiet, and careful.

"I'm pregnant, Jimin." You blurt, covering your mouth with a shaky hand just after. You look down at the floor, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, while even more tears spill over your fingers.

"You're.... pregnant?" He asks, his body deflating like a popped balloon. It took every ounce of self-control not to break down right then, as the sight of him looking like a kicked puppy at the announcement that he'll be a father.

"I--umm.. yeah." You blink, trying to make the tears go away. You knew that he wouldn't be pleased. You knew.

But a little part of you still clung onto the idea that he'd love you, regardless of a child or not.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Jimin says, suddenly pulling you into his strong arms. You go rigid, frozen. Not the reaction you were expecting....

"What for....?" You ask softly, hesitantly returning his sudden gesture.

"This is my fault." He says against your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. He really blamed himself?

"No it's not. It's mine. Look, if you don't want the ba--"

"Don't want the baby?! Are you kidding?" Jimin pulls away from the hug, his hands gripping your shoulder's tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt you.

You flinch, skillfully evading his piercing gaze.

"(Y/N), I would want nothing more than this child." Jimin says. Your head whips around, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Really?" You murmur.

"Really."

"I love you, Jimin."

"I love you too, (Y/N). And you." He looks down at your currently-flat stomach. You blush a furious red, stifling a wild laugh with your hand.

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  i am incredibly uncomfortable with this oneshot but i'm not allowed to keep deleting them.