My omega roommate

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I haven't stopped throwing up for a couple days but my fevers gone. Luckily our company moved us at night instead of in the day so I didn't throw up in the car. I did make up with taehyung. He is my best friend after all. I'm currently cuddling with taehyung in our hotel as we watch YouTube together. "I missed this." He says. "I did too." I say. "You wreak of Yoongis scent." He says. "I have been sleeping in his bed for about two months now." I say.

"Yeah, But I want you to smell like me, like the old days." He says. "But I like this scent." I say smelling Yoongis hoodie I took from him. "Do you like Yoongis scent more than mine?" He asks. "Yep." I say without hesitation. "He gives good cuddles too." I joke. "Could we stop talking about him?" He asks burying his face in the back of my neck. "Are you scared of Yoongi?" I ask. "No!" He says offendedly But I can tell that he's lying. "You are." I say. He sits up.

"No." He says. "What's so scary about Yoongi?" I ask. "I'm not scared of him." He lies. "Taehyung I know when your lying." I say. "Okay, then, he's so intimidating." He says. I turn towards him and sit up also. "How So?" I ask. "He's so talented, like he can dance, sing, rap, play piano, organize and write music, what can't he do?" He asks a rhetorical question. "I don't know." I say. "I really need to know this." He says. "Is he big?" He asks.

"I'm not answering that." I say sitting up. "Please I need it to boost my ego, if he wasn't big then it will make me feel better." He says. "Taehyung I'm not discussing dick size with you." I say. "Come on." He says. "If you don't mind I'm just going to throw up now." I say my stomach already turning. I get into the bathroom just in time and throw up onto the toilet. I flush it and look up at my toilettes and see my pack of tampons. Wait what is today!

I'm late. Oh my fucking god I'm late! "Taehyung could you bring me my phone?" I ask. A moment later Taehyung hands me my phone and leaves. I text my stylist and ask her to go get me some tests. 2 boxes to be exact. I want to be sure before I tell Yoongi. I get really nervous waiting and end up throwing up a couple more times. There goes my dinner. I sit on the edge of the tub with my head on my hands. God I'm too young to be pregnant.

Plus I'm not even mated to Yoongi. What will my dad think?! What will my brothers think?! No stop getting worried. I might not even be pregnant. Maybe my hormones are messed up from my heat
still. Yeah that could be it. I'm not pregnant. Yoongi used condoms. It's not possible. After a while of convincing myself not to worry there's a knock on the door. Thank god. I hurry out before Taehyung opens it and take it from my stylist and thank her.

Taehyung doesn't question it obviously thinking its tampons or something to that nature that he had to run out and get on countless occasions. I lock myself in the bathroom and take the test. I sit on the tub and wait for the answer. What if I am pregnant? How will Yoongi react? Will he want to be apart of the baby's life? What if he quits the band? One god he can't quit he band. Stop overreacting, you're not pregnant. You can't be pregnant.

The timer goes off and I grab the test. No. I take another test and it says the same thing. I take another and another till my answers clear. I grab one test and clean it before burying the others in the trash along with the boxes. I hide it in my pocket and go out of the bathroom where I see Taehyung and Jungkook wrestling over the remote. I walk out of the room and walk towards Yoongi and Hoseoks room and knock on the door. Yoongi answers and let's me in.

"Hoseok could you give us a minute?" I ask. "Uh sure, I guess." He says standing up. He walks out the door and I sit on Hoseoks bed across from Yoongi. "What's wrong?" He asks. I can't help but cry. The tears just fall out. "Jimin, whats wrong?" He asks. "Please don't hate me." I say. "I won't, just tell me what's wrong." He says. "Promise me." I say. "I promise Jimin, now what's wrong?" He asks. I try to calm down before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the stick.

"Is that what I think it is?" He asks as I hold it out to him. "Yeah." I cry as he takes it. "Are-Are you sure it's right?" He asks. "I took it four times." I say. "It's positive." I say. "Oh my god." He says. "Please don't hate me." I beg. He stands up and quickly sits beside me. "I could never hate you." He says hugging me. "Do you want to keep it?" He asks. I nod still crying my eyes out. "Then we'll keep it and we'll be parents together okay?" He asks. "Yes." I cry in joy this time. He wipes my tears and kisses my forehead.