"They say when you love someone, you'll do anything in the world for them. Even break the rules of love, in some cases..."
|ψ|Book 1: Purity || j.jungkook
|ψ|Smutty 18+ content
|ψ|Angst
|♕|Cover created by @lantic ♡
|ψ|Sorry Folks, new username.
Asan Medical Center Three More Weeks Passed Saturday morning 7am
《Word Count:640》
I twiddle my thumbs anxiously as I sit in the waiting room accompanied by Jane, Liz, my boyfriend, and Taehyung. I wasn't expecting the results to be different, but it was required by the school to get a professional pregnancy test in order for me to drop out of dance.
Which sadly meant I'd have to change my performing art for next semester and a half. Namjoon suggested I join him in song writing, but I didn't know the first thing about it.
Sure, sitting in a quiet room for an hour was way less exhausting than practicing the same choreography over and over until the whole damn team got it right. But dancing was what I wanted to do, and it's not like I've actually tried writing songs before.
All I can do is hope that "helping Joonie write songs" actually means "keeping him company while he does all the work".
"(L/N)," A nurse calls out into the waiting room.
I immediately stand up, facing her serious face and tight bun.
"Th-That's me," I almost whispered.
She leads me down a long, cold hallway until we reach the room that I previously took the pregnancy test in. As I step inside the room, she instructs, "Wait here. The doctor will be with you shortly with your results."
"Thanks," I stammered, walking over to the white table layered with parchment that patients usually sit on.
The doctor arrived nearly thirty seconds later, but it felt like an eternity. He greeted me with a smile as he eyed his clipboard.
"You're going to be a mother, alright," He flashed me a proud grin.
"Oh no," I moaned, my face falling into my hands.
"You don't want this baby?" The doctor placed his clipboard down.
"I-I can't have a baby," I stuttered, meeting the elder's sympathetic eyes. "I'm a college student at KU."
"That sure is a great college...," He muttered, massaging the age lines in his forehead. "Well, abortion is always an option."
"I can't do that," I scoffed. "That would break my boyfriend's heart. I have to give it up for adoption, but I can't dance if I'm pregnant..."
"Which brings me to my next point," He sighed reluctantly. "In three more weeks, it won't be safe for you to dance."
"What?" I exclaimed. "Why?!"
"The baby will begin growth, and falling could danger the fetus," His fingers loosely interlaced as he explained.
Why does sex feel so great for 20 minutes and then ruin everything for nine months?
"I... I understand," I slid my ass off the table, motioning for the door.
He shoved a paper in my hand, "You're due back here in three weeks for a check up. Just to make sure you're healthy. Oh, and here's your results."
He handed me another paper, stating that I was indeed pregnant.
The drive back to the dormitory was quiet, except for the sound of rain patterning against the windows and the zooming of cars driving past us. Tae and Jungkook sat on either side of me as I read the paper over and over.
"I can only dance for three more weeks," I mumbled, breaking the somber silence.
"Damn...," Liz mumbled from the driver seat.
Tae sighed, leaning his head against the window. "Why does it always rain when things go wrong?"
"I wish I knew," Jungkook mumbled as he draped an arm around my shoulder, kissing my forehead.
It wasn't hard to tell when Jeongguk was upset, because he's the type of boyfriend that only kisses your lips.
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why has NO ONE said anything about my chapter ender thingy? i made it so odd so y'all would give me attention. >.> meanies.
【playlist】 ＊MIC Drop —BTS ＊Move —BTS ＊Working —j.jeongguk(cover) ＊Life —k.namjoon
