Together || Yoongi FF

Together PT.5

       You were talking with Namjoon in the living room. Your hands moving with enthusiasm as you explained what had happened to you in class the day before. Namjoon laughed at your story, he was really enjoying it so far.

Jimin's head popped out from nowhere. "Hyung. Noona. Can you come with me? The boys want to talk with you." He asked, a little too serious for his personality. And to be totally sincere, you had to admit that it didn't looked bad on him. It was like very Yoongi-style, really serious, or at least, almost always.

"Uhhh... Yeah, sure." You said, looking at Namjoon with a puzzled expression, expression that received a shrug from him. You followed Jimin to one of the rooms, where all the boys were sitting except for Namjoon, who was with you and Yoongi, who you assumed was inside his own room.

The room was deadly silent, no one was talking, nor moving, nothing. All the boys had serious expressions, some of them even worried. You couldn't help but tense at the sight of this. They had never been so serious about a situation, and it actually scared you.

"(Name) noona..." You turned toward HoSeok, who stepped closer to Namjoon and you. "Be honest with us. For all you love, for the love you have to all of us, please promise you will answer as honestly as you can, okay?" HoSeok seemed totally serious, not adding the panic his eyes were showing.

You nodded slowly, hesitantly, but did. "I promise."

"Noona, are you pregnant?" You heard Jungkook's sweet, quiet voice come from the back of the room, where the maknae line was standing. Your eyes grew wide, and your heart started to beat so hard you swear it felt like exploding.

"Y-Yes..." You managed to say, lowering your head while nodding with it, just in case they hadn't heard you.

"By who?" You breathed heavily, trying to keep the tears inside. It was strange, but while being pregnant all seems to touch you even more than it should do.

"Y-Yoongi." You answered shortly and could hear the sound of relieved sighs all around the room. They were tense because they didn't know if it was from their friend or another man. It's not because they thought you were capable of doing such a thing with another man that wasn't your boyfriend, but mistakes always happen. And with Yoongi being an idol, well, it is easy to fall into that kind of mistakes.

"Jungkook was the one who found out, and told us. He said that Namjoon knew, but we didn't want to put him in trouble, so we decided to ask you ourselves." You lifted your head up, seeing a smiley HoSeok in front of you. You smiled back, but just a tiny one.

They had caught you. They all knew, but did Yoongi knew as well? Maybe not, by judging the way they all tensed up when you were going to answer by who you had you gotten pregnant he didn't know yet. You were actually glad. You didn't want him to know just yet, it was still some doubt in you.

And then you cried, receiving concerned looks from all of them, who quickly ran by your side. You cried silently in front of them, and you didn't care about them seeing you cry, because you needed to say everything: your fears, doubts, wishes, dreams, frustrations; all those things that were piling up inside your heart. You needed to take out all the things that were driving you insane.

You spoke, you said all you felt. You told them all your fears about Yoongi and your relationship, about college, your family, about yourself. Everything.

You told them everything between tears and sobs, choked words and sniffs.

All of them remained silent while you scattered everything, and you were glad to have people who can be boys of ten years to make you laugh but also know how to act like total grown-up adults to listen to people. They were all fantastic.

Their arms wrapped around you, giving you a big, bear-style group hug. You smiled weakly, but genuinely. "No matter what your choice, or hyung's choice is, we will help you with that kid. We won't let you by yourself, that's our baby too." You chuckled lightly at their comments. It was so sweet and heartwarming. They have always been like that; always worrying about other people's wellbeing.

"Thank you, guys." You said, calming down.

"I love you all..."