Purity | The Sequel✔️

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Month six of pregnancy
Asan Medical Center
Saturday
7am

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"Waaah," The nurse babbled. "You're belly is getting so bigggg!"

Thanks?

"Hahahaha...," I awkwardly heaved a laugh.

"The doctor will be back with your results any second now! Are you excited?!" She smiled so brightly. It looked staged and unnatural.

"Yes, but you seemed to be even more excited
than I," I giggled.

"Yah," She giggled, shaking her small head. "I love babies."

I smiled. About an hour ago, the doctor ran a few Gender Tests on my baby. The hyper nurse was here not to be annoying, but to inform me on all the health and safety concerns of being pregnant in a school.

What the fuck?

I'm in college, not elementary school. They act like I'm gonna lick a desk, catch fucking diabetes and die.

OOF, these hormones are serious.

"(Y/N), are you ready for the results?" The doctor asked as he swiftly entered the white room.

I smiled softly, "I am."

Half awake by my side, my boyfriend slipped back into reality at the sound of the doctor's deep voice.

"Tell ussss~" Jeongguk's pleading voice was raspy, his tight eyes barely opened.

"You've been blessed with a baby girl."

Blessed. Hah.

"BABY GUR!" Jungkook spurred in english.

Irritated, I gripped the skin on the side of his thigh between my finger nails. I pinched him hard. Maybe that'll teach him.

"YAISH!" He flinched. His eyes landed on his thigh, then on my suspiciously innocent-looking hand.

I smiled sweetly, looking at his shook face.

"What's wrong, my love?" I cooed.

He chortled, standing up from the patient table. "Let's go home, before we fight," He snarled the last half of the remark.

"Be careful!" I gushed as Jungkook sped over a large speed bump in the dormitory parking lot.

I nearly hit my head on the damn window. My boyfriend was goofy, which was a good
thing when I wasn't pregnant.

"Ah, (Y/N)!" He voice was soft like a melody. "Look, there goes Yuki and Hyung walking together."

Wait, huh?

I quickly looked up, looking around and about. A sour feeling built up in my stomach as I realized something terrible. They weren't walking together. They weren't outside, walking at all. He tricked me.

I met his eyes as he scoffed.

"I knew you were jealous," He mumbled as he got out of the car. He walked slowly and casually, he hands tucked in his jacket pocket.

UM? Talk about petty?

I stormed out of the car, huffing angrily as I made my way towards him.

"Excuse me?" My voice was harsh. "What the hell was that? You said they were walking together so I naturally looked up."

"It's not that," He side eyed me, looking down at my shorter self. "It's the way you whipped your head up. You were distressed, that means something."

I stopped walking.

He kept walking.

"You know what?" I sighed. "You piss me off, I'm sleeping in this car."

"PFFFFT!!!!" He stopped pacing. A whole-hearted laugh echoed through the huge student-parking garage. "You're gonna what?"

Gosh, I hated when he messed with me. Pretending to me mad at me over petty shit.

"Jeongguk," I whined. "Stop tricking me!"

He walked towards me, his gorgeous smiled spreading across his face with perfect symmetry. He grabbed my shoulder, pulling my forwards his body until my forehead hit his chest. Ow. He patted my upper back.

"It's okay," He giggled. "I know you aren't jealous, Jagiya."

"Who am I? Taehyung?" I sighed. "You're not hugging me like you used to."

"Oh my, someone's fussy," He chuckled. "My love, you forgot that I can't hug you properly with your big belly?"

I'm slow.

"Oops," I sighed.

"I mean," His hand swiftly moved from my upper back to gently around my neck. "I can still do this," He bit his lower lip as he leaned towards my face.

I gasped softly before his lips closed the right space between our lips. His head titled, he formed the perfect kiss against my tingling lips. I was unaware of everything, —except for the soft pecking noise that only we could hear.

But apparently, someone else could hear it as well. A loud, ear busting whistle was blown. Jungkook and I jerked away from each other, our attention turning to the suspect.

Lisa.

"PDA is strictly forbidden on public campus," She spoke proudly, her chin up and her eyes closed as if she were reading an imaginary script. "Go back to your dorm."

Lisa was on the DCT—Disciplinary Committee Team. Basically a group of top-notched students that wonder around campus when class isn't in session. They think they're the absolute shit but everyone hates them.

As we walked back to the dormitory, hand in hand, I almost choked as his innocent voice spoke so casually:

"I think it's better that she scolded us, I was beginning to become needy."

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