Jimin is hopelessly in love with his best friend Yoongi, who is totally oblivious to Jimin's feelings. When Yoongi's girlfriend of 6 months breaks up with him, he is absolutely devastated and is not sure how he can go on without her. Jimin is willin...
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"I'm not wearing that." Jimin scowled at his friend through the mirror in his bedroom.
"What? Why not?" Taehyung held up a flowy, bright red top with a plunging V neck. "There's nothing wrong with it. You'll look hot and still be able to hide your precious, adorable little bump!"
Taehyung came over and placed a gentle hand on Jimin's belly. It was still a little awkward to have his roomate touching his stomach all the time, but he didn't mind too much, only because it's Taehyung, his soulmate.
"I'll wear the leggings you brought me because these are actually super comfortable and I have a feeling that I'll be wearing them a lot more often here soon, but the shirt is a no-go. It may conceal the bump but it doesn't hide my chest."
Jimin grimaced at the thought. Among the other changes to his body, his chest is starting to look a little different. His mammary glands are starting to produce colostrum, causing his pectoral muscles to appear bigger. They don't look like boobs per say, but they definitely make him look kind of buff, like he's been working out. He didn't want the extra attention drawn there.
Taehyung seems to only now notice them at all. "Woah! Are you already producing milk?" He reached a hand forward and cupped one of Jimin's pecks.
Instantly, the older swatted his hand away. "Really Taehyung!?" He grumbled at his friend's rotten antics. "Please don't touch me like that again, it's weird and it hurts!"
Taehyung giggled, knowing fully well that he is a professional at annoying the other male. "Okay, okay. Sorry. But if you insist on wearing a lame hoodie, at least wear the cute maroon one and put a little eyeshadow on."
"Alright, fine." Jimin groaned.
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There was smoke wafting thick and heavy throughout the air. You would think there was a smoke machine running. Classic red Solo cups and glass bottles littered almost every surface, including the filthy hard wood floors. The crowd was thick with people grinding on one another, making out in different corners throughout the house, and groups of friends huddled together, making it impossible to pass through walk ways.
Jimin followed behind the younger couple, with Seokjin taking up the caboose behind him. The four of them tried to squeeze their ways through the chaotic crowd around them, but it wasn't proving to be easy. Jimin isn't sure how many bodies he's bumped into.
Jimin was feeling pretty claustrophobic if he was being honest. The many smells of beer, weed, and sweat were nauseating him. This was not a good idea.
I mean, really? Who brings a pregnant person to this kind of shit show? Jimin thought with an eye roll. Taehyung does, I guess.
When the quad finally made it to the kitchen inside this crazy house, the younger two instantly filled up cups full of any booze they could get their hands on, stirring up dangerous concoctions of vodka, rum, and juice.
