Mine. [3]

T h i r t y F o u r

•Yoongi•

I'm a father...

I'm a father...

I'm...a father...

It's just so shocking to me how that works.

I got her pregnant. And now I'm going to be a father to a girl or boy.

I'm not ready to be a father.

I...don't want to be a father.

I just wanted a quick fuck, not all of this.

"Yoongi!" I hear Hoseok yell from down the street.

I run even faster than I was running before.

But my short legs can't outrun Hoseok's slightly longer ones.

"Y...Yoongi," Hoseok says while gasping for air, his hands on his knees. "why'd you run off like that?"

"Um, I don't know. Maybe because Jungkook attacked me? Just a thought."

He stands back up, the both of us taking a slow stroll down the street.

"He had a reason, Yoongi."

I turn to look at him. "What was the reason?"

Hoseok sighs. "Jungkook is in love with Y/N. The hickey. The basket. The camera. It's all because he loves her."

I tilt my head in confusion.

"I knew about the hickey but what basket and camera?"

We walk across the street, looping back around to go back to the hospital.

"Forget that. You're a father now, Yoongi. Whether you like it or not."

"Well, I don't want to be a father. I never asked to be one."

Hoseok ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Next time, keep your dick in your pants then!"

We eventually ended back up at the parking lot of the hospital.

Hoseok took his phone out of his pocket, dialing someone's number. "Jin-hyung, where did you guys go? Are you still in the hospital?"

"No, Doctor Hyo discharged Y/N from the hospital already. I'm on my way to my house with the guys. Jungkook left with Y/N."

He looks at me then back down to the ground.

"Okay, I'll be over at your house soon. Okay. Bye bye."

He hung up his phone and unlocked his car.

"Do you need a ride home?"

"Nah, I drove here."

He nods and gets into his car, starting up the engine.

"Stay out of trouble, you idiot."

I smile at him as he drives away.

"I'm...a father. Wow," I say to myself as I get into my car and drive home.

- - -

•Y/N•

"Careful, noona. Be careful," Jungkook says as he helps you into the house.

He shuts the door with his foot and you both sit on the couch.

"So you're having a kid. Ever think about if it was going to be a girl or a boy?" He asks while wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Hmm. I want a girl."

Jungkook chuckles. "Watch it be a boy."

"Alright, let's make a bet. If it's a girl, you have to shave all your hair off."

He laughs hysterically.

"And if it's a boy," he says softly while looking at you. "We'll get married someday."

Your eyes widen a bit, obviously taken back a a bit.

"Deal."

You and him shake hands, sealing the deal.

"Mrs. Jeon. That has a nice sound to it, don't you think?"

Mrs. Jeon.

You nod and lay your head down on Jungkook's thigh.

"I'm sorry," you say while looking up at him.

He chuckles. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yes I did, Kook. I let Yoongi get me pregnant and I didn't think about how hurt you would be once you found out."

He kisses you nose and smiles at you.

"Y/N, yes, I was a bit hurt but I'm over it. What's done is done. I love you too much to let that ruin what we have."

You feel yourself about to cry but you blink back the tears.

"I love you, Jungkook."

"I love you more, Y/N."

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[A/N]

Stan Eric Nam.

Stan XO-IQ.

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.