⭐Chaptrer 15⭐

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Y/N POV

While the boys drive to a meeting with the manager after lunch I remain on the living room couch alone. They cover my absence with the lie that I caught the flu and would need to stay in bed the whole day. Watching TV show after TV show without listening too much I munch on the sandwich Namjoon had prepared for me to eat if I get hungry while they're gone becuase we have literally nothing in the fridge than Jungkooks banana milk stock. I scrowl through my instragram liking some cute pics here and there, trying desperately to get my mind of things. But I  keeps hearing Yoongis cold "It's not my problem" that breaks my heart once again. How could he just say that it has nothing to do with him? It takes two people to create a child and I find it extremly saddening that he just doesn't care at all. After all this baby is his as well.
After a while I fall asleep until the creaking of the front door wakes me. The boys come in talking and laughing like always. At least this won't ever change.
The rest of the day is spent by Jin reading pregnancy articles out from his laptop to convince me to keep it. Jimin seems even more clingy than ever, seemingly trying to comfort me by trying to cuddle the worries away. Kook and Tae argue with each other  about who'll be the better uncle while Namjoon and Hobi discuss baby names that they find cute. It's like all of them are way more excited than me. I haven't even decided anything yet and they're all acting like I'm 9 months pregnant already. I have to admit that it's adorable how happy they are. But Yoongi avoids me all day long.
So as nothing changes between my and Yoongis behaviour I pack my things and move in with Jimin.
A whole month passed it has become a habit for me to snuggle up to Jimin and fall asleep in his warm arms and his scent surrounding me. Even though it's nice I miss my little Yoonglez. He's totally changed towards all of the members. He doesn't talk much and is always alone, working until everyone else has already fallen asleep before he returns to his precious beauty sleep for that night.
As to my decision if I should keep the baby or not I agree that I can't kill a living creature. Even if it means that I'll have to risk the years of blood sweat and tears and hope that the society will take it well. Yes, I hide it for now but I can't continue that game forever. At some point it'll show and I can't just pretend to be sick for 7 months or so. For now I just try to ignore it like I always have been handling problems.
I cling desperately to the hope that everything will go well.
Slowly I start to see the changes my body starts to show. My belly has gotten more and a little rounder. I tried to cover it up by wearing Namjoon's big Hoodies and T-shirts but fans and reporters got suspicious of this sudden change. Some people have started to notice my belly but I've just laughed it of saying it's a food baby. Unlike people attacking me about it's quite the opposite. Most fans find it cute and think it's me showing that you don't have to be like others expect you too, but be youself. I have to admit that all that positivity warms my heart, giving me hope that this won't ruin it all.
Jimin sticks to me like glue nowadays always caring for me and making sure that I'm fine. It can be quite annoying but I appreciate his help.
Today I have an appointment at the doctors that'll reveal the gender. Excitedly I hop up and down in the car seat beside Jimin.
Together we walk into the clinic, Jimin's hand holding mine in a comforting gesture that calms my heart when I'm stressed or nervous.
We wait in the waiting room for ca. 15 mimutes until we can enter the doctors room still with interwined hands.
As the Doctor does the ultra sound he asks: "Are you the father?" gesturing to Jimin. I shake my head no "He's my best friend" I smile, squishing Jimins hand a little.
"Ready to know the gender?" The doctor asks looking from my excited face to Jimins. "Yes please" I answer quickly, curious of the result.
"It's a boy" He says while handing me a little ultra sound picture.

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