Namjin Oneshots

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This is a request

Seokjin POV

A year ago I met my soulmate. He's a perfect guy, always has straight A's, student council president, and one of the best looking people in the world. His name is Kim Namjoon.

"Joonie-ah!" I exclaim.

"Good morning my love." He places a kiss to my lips.

"Morning." I grin. "Don't forget about tonight. It's our anniversary."

"I could never forget." He smiles, taking my hand as we walk down the hall.

"You better not." I pout. He leans down, placing another kiss to my lips.

"Stop your pouting. You know I won't forget." He smirks. I lightly slap his chest.

"So you won't forget, because I'm letting you have sex with me?! That's rude!" I exclaim.

"Aish, you're so overdramatic babe." He smiles. "I love you."

"I love you too."

That one night changed our lives. A few weeks after our anniversary, I started getting these mood swings, and cravings, and I would throw up constantly.

"Take it." Jimin shoves a box into my hand. "Seokjin, Whatever happens, just know that I'm here for you."

"Jimin, I'm a guy." I take a deep breath. "You don't think I could be..."

"I don't know hyung. Just take it and see." I walk into the bathroom.

"Breath Seokjin. You're not pregnant." I say to myself. I turn the stick over.

"H-How?" I whimper. Jimin rushes into the room.

"Oh, hyung!" He gasps.

"What am I gonna tell Namjoon?!" I sob. "He's going to hate me so much!"

"I don't know hyung!" He exclaims. "But you have to tell him."

And I did.

"You're what?!" Namjoon exclaims.

"Would you quiet down?!" I whisper shout. "I'm pregnant, Namjoon."

"But your a guy! How does that happen?!" He pulls his hair in frustration.

"I'm sorry, Okay?!" I sniffle, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. His eyes visibly soften. "I'm just a freak!"

"Hey, don't cry. We'll figure this out. I mean, there's always abortion." He says. My eyes widen.

"I am not going to kill my child!" I exclaim. "I will not take this baby's first everything away from it!" 

"I'm sorry, it was just a suggestion!" He shouts.

"Well, I'm not going to kill it!" I shout back. More tears fall down my face.

"Okay. I'm sorry for suggesting it." He says. He pulls me into his arms. "We'll get through this together."

"Promise we'll be okay?" I sniffle.

"I promise Seokjin."

He kept his promise. My parents kicked me out, and his took me in. At school, when people called me horrible things, he'd protect me. Shortly after we graduated, our baby, Hana was born.

"She's perfect." Namjoon whispers. "You did great babe."

"She looks just like you." I smile, sleepily.

"Go ahead and sleep love. Hana will be fine with me." He says. I let my eyes flutter shut.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you too. Hana does as well."