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"There's something I have to tell you."
Jimin glanced down at my trembling hands, holding them tightly. "Is everything okay?"
"I d-don't know how to say this." I let out a small and nervous laugh, slowly shaking my head.
"You don't have to say anything." Jimin whispered, brushing my hair behind my shoulder.
I don't think Jimin understood that I actually had something important to tell him. It seems to me like he thinks I'm just a flustered mess, waiting to finally get my hands on him. I can now look back and see the timeline of how and why I got pregnant without noticing. First, we have Jimin's never ending sex crave. Second, my tendency to be vulnerable when it comes to making love, or should I say babies.
"You know—" I shivered at the touch of his hand on my bare thigh. "There's a saying that I think fits this situation perfectly."
"Please don't say it." I looked up at him with the most innocent eyes, hoping it would stop him from saying or doing something inappropriate.
Jimin pushed me against the bed, hovering over me as he smirked.
"Did you not just hear me? I have something important to tell you." I softly spoke, looking into his hungry eyes.
"Tell me when I'm done wrecking you." He winked, pulling my legs towards him so my body was under his control.
"Jimin—"
My words were interrupted by Jimin's soft lips, roughly moving against mine. I lightly pressed my hands against his chest, clearly torn between pushing him away and ripping his clothes off.
Jimin took matters into his own hands, pinning both my arms over my head. A small moan escaped my lips as he harshly sucked on my neck, leaving a bright red hickey behind. I batted my lashes at Jimin, who kept his eyes on me while removing his belt.
"I'm still mad at you, asshole." I frowned at Jimin, only making him laugh.
"You know you can't stay mad at me." He leaned forward, kissing my cheek twice.
"Jimin, I'm being serious." I crossed my arms.
"I'm also being serious." He pinched my nose, laughing as he saw the corners of my lips slightly rise. "I made you laugh."
I let me head fall in my hands, groaning. "How the hell am I supposed to raise kids with you if I can't even have a simple conversation with you?"
