𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙨 ⏤𝕓𝕥𝕤

m.yg | nae sarang

Pairing: m.yoongi x f.reader 

Genre: angst + small fluff?

Length: 2k

A/N: I went a little bit overboard with this, I'm sorry but I've always wanted to write a scenario like this because I love reading them too! Anyway, I hope you like it! Happy Reading! 

Prompts: 

● "I'm pregnant"

● "Get rid of it"

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Never before had you felt so sick to your stomach. This wasn't meant to happen, you were actively taking the pill daily so this couldn't have happened.

Did you miss a day by mistake?

Thoroughly shifting through your memories only had the opposite effect. Instead of your memories becoming clearer, all the days and the times you took your daily pill blurred into each other until you could no longer comprehend which day was which and you were beginning to lose trust in whether the memory of taking a pill was reliable. Releasing a shaky sign, you took a sharp intake of breath as you forced yourself to face the truth.

"What's done is done..." you shakily whisper, staring down at the six positive pregnancy tests sitting atop the bathroom countertop, "I just-...I just have to tell him now and hope that all goes well,"

You hope to god that he's supportive but, if not, then you're more than willing to take on this child on your own. They will be your first child and, although you're not married, 23 and currently switching between odd jobs, you know that with a determined mindset, you can achieve anything.

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"Y-Yoongi?" you whisper into the phone, voice weak and small.

"This better be important (Y/N), I need to finish this composition urgently and I can't afford to waste any more time," he grumbles in the husky voice that would usually have your knees quaking and melting you into a flustered puddle on the floor, however, the cold tone behind his words were enough to send a dangerous chill down your spine.

"I-It is important, I promise," you breath shakily, trying to calm your nerves down.

"What is it then?" he demands, voice still cold and void of any concern for you despite the obvious apprehension dripping from your words over the phone. Somehow, this injects some courage in you and, wanting to draw some emotion from him with your next statement, you speak in the most confident voice you've ever spoken in ever since the beginning of this conversation.

"I'm pregnant"

In spite of your sudden spike of confidence for that one second, the long silence that followed had your heart racing and your nerves pinching themselves all over again.

"Where are you right now?" he finally says, voice hardened and still cold.

"A-at your apartment..."

"Stay put, I'm coming over right now," his intentions gave you some ounce of hope for a better consequence to your dire circumstance; if he was willing to see you, then he surely wants to support you, right? You desperately held onto that hope, even though he hung up even before you were able to utter a polite goodbye. There was no exchange of 'I love you's, no sweet farewells, just the flat tone of the line ending.