BTS Parent Scenarios [Hiatus]

You're Pregnant (Jimin)

It had been five weeks. It was five weeks late. And while it wasn't regular anyway, it was unusual for it to be this late. Just to be safe and to assure yourself nothing was wrong, you picked up a pregnancy test on the way home from school. Upon arriving home and taking the test, you had sat in the living room watching some random show that was on while you waited for the results to come in.

The alarm you had set on your phone had gone off and you walked into the bathroom prepared to see a single 'negative' line but we're surprised to see two 'positive' lines. You gasped and dropped it to the floor in shock. 'How did this happen?' You thought to yourself. You had never done it with anyone. You'd never even had a boyfriend. You didn't remember ever getting raped, not one time did you ever see a strange or suspicious person.

There most definitely was an explanation, but now was not the time for one. This was the time for confessing this to your father.

You wandered through the halls of your home, the agonizing freak of the floorboards alerted him or your presence as you made your way towards his home office.

Taking a deep breath and knocking on the door, you heard the almost immediate response of 'come in', almost as if he knew it was something urgent and possibly unforgiving.

You slowly twisted the knob, eliminating the only barrier between you and your father. He spun around in his swivel chair to face you and with one final exhale, you looked him in the eye.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" He asked, removing his round glasses from his face.

You took another exhale and said, "I-I'm pregnant," before turning your gaze to the floor in shame. He stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder before moving it to your chin, pushing your face up to meet his. "Do you know how it happened?" He asked. His brows were furrowed in a concerned way instead of an angry way like you played in your head. You shook your head. He gave a small, almost sad smile and enveloped you in a hug.

"It's okay," he kept repeating. His hand ran through your hair, seemingly to keep you calm, but it only triggered you to let out all the built up tears you had from playing out so many bad scenarios in your head.

You released all your tears and began sobbing into his shoulder as he kept stroking your hair and repeating the phrase "it's okay,"

Maybe, it would be after all