Five Girls, Seven Boys, One House | GOT7 Fanfic

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"I'm saying that maybe it's best if we stay." Jaebum sighed. "The boys will be crushed if we leave."

"I don't care." Youngjae stood walking over to Jaebum. "I didn't want to come here anyways."

"Why are you acting like this?" Jaebum looked at Youngjae.

"You never care about how I feel." Youngjae pushed Jaebum.

Jaebum pushed back knocking him onto the bed. Youngjae stood ready to attack him but Jaebum was ready.

Jaebum pushed him against the wall. His eyes dark with anger. Youngjae went to fight back but Jaebum had him pinned.

"Stop it." Jaebum gritted.

"Let me go." Youngjae pushed.

"Why?" Jaebum moved back. "Why can't you let the boys be happy?"

"They care about how I feel!" Youngjae shouted. "They wanted to come here, what they want they get and I'm sick of it."

"Is that how you really feel?" Jaebum sighed.

"Yes." Youngjae sighed. "And what I hate the most is you. You don't like me the way I like you, you see me as a friend not a lover."

"You're not mad at them...you're a mad at me." Jaebum nodded. "You can go back to Korea if you want. The boys and I will stay our extra month."

"I will." Youngjae shook his head.

"I'm sorry I can't love you the way you love me." Jaebum opened his door. "But don't push us away."

Jaebum left the room. Youngjae let out a loud cringing scream. Jaebum wanted to go back into the room. As a leader he wanted all his members to be comfortable and happy.

"What's going on?" Christy stood at the top of the stairs.

"I'll explain later." Jaebum walked to his room.

Christy sighed. It was almost one in the morning. She walked checking on everyone. She smiled seeing the boys cuddling their girls. They were holding them like the girls were the ones who were leaving. She sighed and walked into her room. Jinyoung wasn't there so she went into his room. Was shirtless sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Jinyoung?" She walked over to him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her to him. He rested his head on her stomach.

"Promise me, you'll be here when I get back." He sniffed. "Promise."

He gave her body a light squeeze. She ran her hair through his hair.

"I promise." Her voice was light. "Promise me, you'll come back to me."

"I promise." He sighed lightly.

They laid in his bed in comfortable silence.

- Month Later -

Sarah kept looking at her phones calendar and notes. She looked at her stomach. She was thinking the possible but hoping it not be possible.

"What's the look for?" Christy stopped at Sarah's door.

Sarah looked up forgetting that she didn't close her door. She was hesitant at first.

"My period hasn't came yet...I'm supposed to get it around this time." Sarah looked down at her phone.

Christy walked in closing the door. She was next to Sarah.

"Same here." She sighed. "I haven't told Jinyoung that it's a possible."

"Lets go to store." Sarah stood. "We gotta find out."

"What are the odds that we are both pregnant." Christy laughed.

"This isn't a laughing matter, the boys are leaving in two weeks." Sarah felt sick to her stomach thinking about it. "We'll be left alone and pregnant."

"Oh damn...thinking about it..." Christy let out a deep sigh. "Lets go to the store."

The got to the door but we're stopped.

"Where are you going?" Jinyoung asked.

"I'm coming." Mark stood.

"No." Sarah quickly said. "You don't need to come."

"Why can't I come?" He asked.

"We're going to buy personal items." Christy added.

"Oh, never mind." Jinyoung sat back.

"You two go ahead." Mark sat down.

They left taking the car to Walmart. Sarah and Christy both read the pregnancy test boxes before buying them. They also bought pads and tampons along with food.

-*-*-*-

Christy and Sarah sat in Christy's room. Both staring down the pregnancy test.

"Can time go by any slower." Sarah nervously clinched her teeth together.

Two more minutes went by.

"Sarah." Christy grabbed her arm.

They both looked at the test. Pregnant written across both of them.

"What do we do now?" Sarah tried to hold back her tears.

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