ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

The one where she's terrified (PJM + MYG)

Hazel's hands trembled as she clicks her friend's contact, putting her phone to her ear and waiting for her friend to pick up. She puts her palm to her face, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down.

Mya answered on the second ring, "Hey, Hazel. What's up?" She greeted, and the younger woman sighed.

"Mya, are you home right now?" She asked, trying to keep her voice from shaking, but the rough palpitations she felt in her chest were making it difficult. Hazel was trying not to panic, but it was really hard not to just break down and cry.

"I'm just walking in, why? What's wrong? You sound upset." Mya replied worriedly, Hazel heard her greet Yoongi briefly on the other end.

"Is it okay if I come over?" Hazel asked vaguely.

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Half an hour later and Mya was pulling Hazel into her large living room. It was open and spacious, bright, soft colors making up the interior. Mya has Hazel sit down on the couch, "Tell me what's wrong Hazel, you look scared shitless." She observed, taking the younger's hands and holding them insistently as they trembled.

"I am," Hazel admitted. She pulls her hands from Mya's gentle grasp, leaning over and hugging herself, "I'm terrified right now."

"Well, what happened, is it something with Jimin? Did you two have a fight?" Mya wondered and Hazel shakes her head. She heaves a long, trembling breath.

"Remember when I felt sick at Yoongi's celebration dinner a couple weeks ago?" Hazel started, referring to the producer's mixtape celebration, he having broke another record. Hazel had a strong craving for sweets throughout it and felt very nauseous toward the end of it, Jimin had to take her home early.

"Yeah...? I'm pretty sure someone just spiked the punch though, Haze," Mya assured, knowing Hazel doesn't drink some types of alcohol because it could make her sick.

"Well, I've been throwing up since. Almost every day." Mya cooed and rubbed her friend's back, she thought Hazel looked a bit unwell at first glance. She looked paler, eyes and cheeks a tad bit sunken in. Though she certainly wasn't feverish.

"Does your husband know?" She asked.

Hazel shrugs, "He's only seen me get sick after the party, I didn't want to tell him about it because you know how he gets when he worries," Hazel explained, Mya chuckling at the thought of Jimin fretting over her. He was very protective over Hazel, after all, and often the other members tease him for it. "He didn't get any symptoms though, so it's not just a stomach bug. And it's scaring me, because there's only one other reason I can think of."

Mya gives Hazel a look, brows raising in surprise. "You think you're...?"

Hazel feels her cheeks get hot and her eyes burn with tears. Mya gasped, "Oh my God, Hazel...!" Was all she could think to say, "Have you taken a test?"

"I'm scared to. I don't want it to be true, Mya. I can't do it." Hazel muttered, her head sinking into her hands as she starts to weep hopelessly.

"Oh no, honey. Don't cry, it'll be okay. You'll get through it. We don't even know if it's true yet!" Mya assured, rubbing her friend's back to comfort her, though there was little you could do to comfort someone who's so terrified.

"But what if it is?" Hazel whimpered, sniffling and wiping her flushed cheeks. "What am I supposed to do?"

Mya sighed, pulling Hazel into her for a much needed hug. Yoongi moved down the hallway from his studio, trudging towards the kitchen. He looked over the counter and saw the two women on his couch, furrowing his brows at his wife. Mya meets his eyes, shaking her head at him, implying that he shouldn't ask.