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Yoongi's eyes widened as he stared at the test. He laughed nervously, thinking his mind was tricking him, "This..oh shit it's not fucking changing." Yoongi grabbed it, storming out of the bathroom, straight to SeokJin's room, ignoring how he and JeongGuk were fucking. "Jin, where is it??" "Where's- Ah fuck kookie- where's what?" "The test shit you bought. I need it." "Wait Kookie-" "Fucking omegas," JeongGuk mumbled, earning a swift smack on the back of his head by his mate. "What- rather who do you need them for?" Yoongi stopped his sudden frantic movements, "Um..Jimin..Taehyung..they want to show me something weird with them..?" Yoongi said, it coming out like a question that a statement. SeokJin eyes him warily, "Desk. Top middle drawer." Yoongi easily leaped over the desk, ripping it open and snatching the unopened test, "Thanks." "Yoongi," Yoongi looked at SeokJin from the bedroom door way, "Once..Jimin and Taehyung show you the weird thing..my doors are open." Yoongi only have a forced smile, rushing back to the bathroom and slamming the door in Hoseok's face. "Yoongi, come on!! I need to piss!" "Go to a different one!!" Yoongi hissed out, drinking water from the facet hurriedly, not bothering to cut it off as he pulling his pants down as he sat on the toilet and waited.

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Yoongi sat in the bathroom for three hours, five test laying in front of him, all giving that same result.

Positive.

Yoongi sniffled, bringing his knees up to his chest, "No fuckin' way. Fuck, how am I going to tell him?" Yoongi grabbed all the tests, sticking them in his sweater sleeve as he snuck to his room. He opened the door, closing it softly. "Yoongi?" Yoongi shrieked, shooting about ten feet in the air, turning and seeing Namjoon on his bed. "Namjoon!! Jesus fucking Chr- You can't do that!!" Yoongi seethed, stopping as he suddenly remembered the tests in his sleeve, "I just came to get something anyway and I was heading to the studio." "Jin said you were acting weird," Namjoon said softly, watching as Yoongi shook his sleeve in the depths of his desk, locking whatever laid in it. "Yeah well, Jin needs to keep his fucking business to himself," Yoongi snapped, grabbing a face mask and his cap, putting both on before he grabbed his bag, "See you." He just had to mask sure to avoid him. He couldn't know. Hell, he didn't know if he even wanted kids. "Fucking fuck," Yoongi mumbled, sliding on his Adidas, promptly slamming the door behind him. Yoongi groaned out again, now he definitely couldn't smoke. Then again, he wasn't even sure he wanted to keep it!! Yoongi only groaned again, walking even faster to the studio, narrowly missing other people as he did. He sighed when his hand touched the handle of building; even he didn't know if he wanted any of it. Did he?