Torn Apart // Third Book of the Scorched wings series //

Chapter Two

Once Seokjin and Jungkook had figured out what was up, they spent the night discussing the issue at hand and ideas on how to stop the issue before it got any worse. 

In the morning, when everyone was sat around the table they were flooded with questions.

"You two have gigantic bags..." Yoongi teased. Jungkook laughed softly, looking up from his plate and across the table at Yoongi. 

"I've had bigger." He looked across at So-Yi who's head was rested on Hoseok's shoulder and her complexion was pale. "How are you feeling today?" 

"Tired, hungry, sick..." She huffed gently. "I could continue the list, but I'd probably bore you." She laughed, eyes lighting up a little bit with her own laughter. Jungkook smiled softly, Seokjin nudging his leg under the table with his own and shot him a 'you know what to do' glance at him. "Once we've eaten, can me and Seokjin check in and make sure you're all healthy?" 

So-Yi nodded slightly. "Of course." Hoseok wrapped an arm around her gently yet protectively, the other hand scooping up food with the spoon and bringing it to her mouth. She chewed softly on the food and sighed in embarassment. "Never did I think I would be getting spoonfed so I don't use up too much energy." 

"Well, you're the one that got pregnant." Namjoon retorted.

"It takes two to tango." She retorted, her hormones getting the better of her and the sentence coming off as rather angry. His eyes widened and he raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry." She apologised straight away. Despite knowing what was happening, Jin couldn't help but smirk at her snapping at Namjoon. She sighed softly and rubbed her stomach, everyone was trying their hardest not to look concerned about the lady sat with them, knowing that if they even looked at her with the slightest bit of sympathy after yesterdays events, she'd probably attempt to kick their asses. 

Jimin was sat the other side of her today, both him and Hoseok there to support her so she didn't collapse. He rubbed her back gently and smiled. "You're getting fatter by the day." He teased, earning a glare off of her. 

"Well wouldn't you when you have a baby growing inside of you?" She retorted, struggling to keep her hormones on a leash. "I miss my muscles." She gently poked her stomach, frowning.

"It's a good job you don't need them to be an absolute badass." Taehyung smirked. "The fear in Jimin's eyes yesterday when he made that comment was hilarious."

"I'm glad to know I can still do my job." She grinned at the male. Taehyung chuckled. "It's a good job you guys are all friends and such now. I'd be terrible at fighting for you right now with bump in the way."

"I'm glad we're all friends now too." Namjoon spoke through a mouthful of food. "I call dibs on being godfather by the way."

"You can't!" Jimin yelled. "Demonfather, yes! Godfather? No chance, you're about as far away from god as you can be you sinful being."

"Now that's just rude." Hoseok laughed. 

"It's true though. Although I'm pretty sure it's just a title and has absolutely nothing to do with actually being god though." So-Yi laughed gently. She was happy to be able to act somewhat normal around her friends and family, even if she was being held upright by Hoseok in her chair, even if her energy felt like it was getting drained down a plughole every day. 

The debate of being godfather and whether someone from hell could actually be a godfather continued as So-Yi looked about them all. She knew precisely why Seokjin and Jungkook wanted to see her once she had eaten, and she knew she was going to have to brave it eventually.

But she lived in the moment, and right now despite the debate, it was a good moment to live in.