omega (✔️)

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[141]

[Jimin]

I shook my head in disbelief and Jungkook couldn't seem to keep his mouth shut, "I-I.. What?"

My hand instinctively went to my stomach to try and feel something different, but to no avail. My body just felt like my body.

"You most likely threw up because of your hormonal reactions to the ice cream," the girl looked around to see the pinkish colored puddles surrounding her before chuckling ever so slightly.

"How did you know that I'm pregnant?" Doubt resided within me.

Although omegas were born solely to have the ability to make children, it was hard to picture myself pregnant, as ironic as it was. I've always been by myself so this sudden force that would supposedly be forming inside of me was something.. terrifying.

"Well, I didn't want to say this, but you're slightly bloated around your waist," a slight pink tint formed on her cheeks as she rubbed the back of her neck, "your ankles were also quite swollen,"

Her arms began to flail as she realized something, "BUT DON'T TAKE MY WORD! IT'S NOT CERTAIN UNTIL YOU GET A PREGNANCY TEST OR SEE AN ACTUAL DOCTOR!"

I nodded in understanding, "I'm sorry,"

She shook her head with a smile before looking at me and placing a hand on top of her flat stomach that was clearly toned through her shirt, "Don't be, we can't go against Luna's wishes, and we've got to stick together in times like these,"

"You're pregnant?" My eyes averted to her eyes and she nodded slightly.

"Found out a week ago,"

"Oh congratulations," I mumbled with my thoughts filled with ones of fear. Fearful of my parenting skills, fearful that I would do something wrong, fearful that I would fail my child.

"Congratulations to you as well,"

It was ironic in how those words with a normally positive connotation made me want to sob.

I can't have a kid. I just can't.

[Yoongi]

"I can't have a kid, I just can't," my fingers combed through my hair, as my eyes began to strain from the way they were focusing on the specks of dust that were phlegmatically floating through the air.

"But I'm already three months pregnant?" His head tilted to the side questioningly with his pale hand moving to his slightly enlarged stomach, "You'll provide for us, right?"

I kept quiet and clenched my fist, anger welling up within me because of my lack of power to do anything. A small chuckle erupted from the man which caused me to cut my eyes in his direction, "You know, the second I saw you and recognized you, I just knew that I had to snare you,"

The way he compared me to a helpless animal only made the anger stronger. But through gritted teeth, I forced myself to calm down.

"Once my friend gets back, I'll take you somewhere else to talk about this. So go in my car," I pulled my car keys out of my pocket and tossed it to him, his hand catching it gracefully.

A smile formed on his face as he realized that I accepted the situation. He gripped the keys in his hands closely to his chest with a toothy smile, "See ya, Min Yoongi,"

He blew me a kiss before grabbing his white purse and skipping out of the bar with an aura of bubbly flowers floating all around him. Once the door shut behind him slowly, the bell ring as the door slammed against it, my chest was so heavy that it made me fall to my knees. My mind began racing with thoughts regarding the beautiful omega who had suddenly become everything my whole life would revolve around in the future. Hell, that man was my new future.

This fetus was going to chain me to that omega, as if he had marked me. There was no way to escape. He didn't seem worried about the child one bit and even had he audacity to actually meet me face to face, meaning that he's a registered omega. If he was an actual unregistered omega, he knew that there was the chance that I would just murder him and he would be gone from the earth, no documents to prove that he was ever here or that I even killed his useless being.
 
I don't have a choice. I can't escape.

I felt tears well up in my eyes because of the claustrophobic feeling of having no choices.

Oh, Hobi. I'm sorry. Please help me.

Then bells rang, meaning that someone entered. I wiped away my tear stricken face so no one would see my weakness and pushed myself off of the floor so I could see who had entered.

"Yoongi?"

Once I had pushed myself completely off of the floor, I looked to see that Jungkook was standing in the middle of the bar, a perplexed face as quick blur flew past me and into the bathroom. My neck snapped to the presence that seemed faster than light itself ran into the small room and slammed the door behind him/her.

"It's Jimin," Jungkook stated, answering the question that was lingering in my mind. The bells rang again and in came Jin and Namjoon with solemn faces.

"So I'm assuming that you all met on y'alls dates?" I stated, sniffled casually in order to hide the fact that only a few seconds ago I was crying.

Jin locked the door behind him and flipped the sign so that the open was facing the inside, 'closed' being displayed to those who were outside, if there were any, "Yeah, we were getting ice cream,"

"Why did you guys come back so early then? It's only been an hour or so," I discreetly picked up the three beers that I had before Daehwi had approached me and quickly tossed them into the nearby trash can, suddenly remembering that the mother like existence had sternly told him not to drink any of his alcohol.

"Well—"

The door swung open and all of us were looking in the direction of the bathroom with wide eyes.

It was Jimin.

And he was holding a pinkish/whiteish, plastic stick with a positive sign on the end.

"I'm actually pregnant," said the small male with a pale face that definitely reflected mine. 

For a reason that only I and one other person knew, that p word had made me want to puke.

[author's notes]

Hehe he's pregnant.