Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter thirty (part one)

I hear gasps from hobi and jin when I open the door and a wicked grin appears on my face. it's been two months since they've seen me and now I'm in my fifth month, proudly showing off my still rather small bump in a baggy Tshirt that once belonged to Yoongi. "come on in. you're late."

Jin squeals as he keeps his hands close to my bump, seeming a little scared or shy to touch it so I giggle as I take his hand and put it on it and he gets red from excitement and shyness. It's my first time seeing him like this and it's really funny.

Hobi agrees cause he's taking pics of jin's face. "you're a hoe for not telling us sooner." I snort at him as jin moves his hands on my stomach, seeming curious now. "could've come sooner to see for yourself. Not my fault you bitches forgot about me."

I notice the ring on jins hand and how happy he seems and it brightens my mood a lot after I threw up for an hour straight a few hours before, hitting Yoongi with my fists so he would feel the same pain; cause why only me?

He's literally bruised and maybe I feel a little guilty but he deserves it for shoving food down my throat by bribing me with sex when I'm not feeling like eating.

Yoongi comes towards us, joon hanging from his leg like a koala with a pout. Since I've been having violent mood swings, joon mostly prefers Yoongi to spoil him and I'm amazed by his patience with my bratty kid.

He takes joon's hand, detaching him from his leg. "come on joon...we'll go to the park after lunch."

Joon's been staying more with us recently so kook and tae can have more alone time, bonding more and it seems to work. Tae seems a lot more carefree and bubbly these days, not always poker faced anymore. They use every chance they get to go on trips, using kook's photoshoots as excuse. I haven't seen them about a month cause of their all-around-Europe trip and they still don't know I'm pregnant. Femiculus tend to show later than women and till now I've been able to conceal it.

Yoongi cooks and does literally everything these days cause I'm taking revenge for breaking the condom. I'm always tired or horny or throwing up or moody as fuck.

He seems so tired these days, trying to balance work and home and a whole me but fails terribly at times...so I take mercry on him at times, letting him fuck me how he wants...in the kinky ways he's interested in. mutual benefit, huh?

We started exploring his kinks and mine since a few months ago and it's been going pretty well. Yoongi seems happier with our sex life and I'm starting to like this shit though sometimes I just want to make slow love.

I also discovered a few kinks we share...

Anyway, hobi and jin invited themselves today and I decided that it's time I tell everyone the news.

I'm now sitting comfortably at the couch with a cushion behind me, joon sprawled out on my lap, cuddling my bump after he deems it safe to be around me today. I'm being hard on my baby and he's so understanding...but he says it's all for his little sis so it's alright. What am I gonna do if it's a boy?!

Yoon and I decided to let the gender be a surprise...I hope a good surprise cause joon's gonna be so disappointed to see a baby with a tiny peepee.

He's caressing my stomach, whispering things I don't quite catch. Yoongi and jin are cooking in the kitchen and hobi is sitting beside me, complaining about the neverending work and the company.

"you need to get laid." I whisper in his ear and he glares at me, his hand that comes up to smack me stopping in mid-air when he remembers my condition. I love being pregnant. You can get away with shit you can't even dream of normally.

"I didn't think you would want a baby so soon." I chuckle and whisper in his ear, careful about joon not hearing. "Yoongi's dumb ass broke the condom." He snorts, laughing for one minute straight and I grin, having come to terms with being cursed by first-time sex with my boyfriends long ago.

"so...chim...there's something you need to know." I look at him questioningly while joon brings the stethoscope Yoongi bought us to hear the heartbeat, seriously moving the tip on my stomach to hear something.

Hobi seems a little tense. "I think I've found your father." I freeze. After all this time? is he...dead?

When he sees my scared look, he quickly raises his hands. "he's ok! actually better than ok...he's practically a billionare..."

I'm now stunned, my head empty of thoughts.

"he's the rival I talked to you months before...the one who gave kwang the stroke." My breath hitches and I look at joon smiling widely. I think he found it...

"baby? Dinner's rea...are you ok?" Yoongi picks a protesting joon up, seating him on the armchair and sitting beside me himself, taking my hand.

I'm blinking hard, trying to wrap my head around this. so he could take care of me and...decided to leave me with the people who cost him his love?

Did he ever love her? Did he ever...love me?

"I'm sorry! I had to tell him!" Yoongi huffs, putting his hands on my cold cheeks, smiling. "it's ok...you're just shocked."

I nod, gulping and gathering myself again. "ok...I'm ok. let's eat dinner...I'm gonna empty your plate too." his eyes have black bags under them and I need to let him sleep tonight. It's not healthy for him...or his patients when he's holding a scalpel.

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I'm fainting from exhaustion but I can't fall asleep. Jimin's been silent all night, his sassy side which has become bolder with his pregnancy nowhere to be seen. So dinner was basically jin, showing us pics of his fiancée and their upcoming wedding in four months when she comes back from the US after her graduation.

His parents have accepted his passion, sending him to high-profile chefs and courses abroad to learn everything so he could open his own five star restaurant someday; meeting in the middle huh?

Hobi looked guilty and tired all night; guess the workload is really getting to him...poor guy. Never having a day to just enjoy his youth like he wants to...

But my main concern now is the lump under the thin covers with his back turned to me. he never does this. he's been so cuddly and clingy for months, wanting all the attention in the world...so I know something's wrong. Hobi told me the news and I can guess what's bothering him.

So I wrap my hands around him as he flinches and it makes me pout. "babe? Talk to me?"

He sighs and leans into my touch, his tense body relaxing a bit as I massage his belly as he likes. "I don't know...if I wanna ever see him." his voice is small and sad, defeated. I know he was expecting a heartfelt reunion for months and now he's saying he doesn't know if he even wants to see him.

I kiss his neck, the scent of lavender making me smile. "it's ok if you don't...but don't you want to know his story? Maybe...just maybe he has a reason?" I'm walking on thin thread now cause he's been moody as fuck lately, snapping at me and I'm actually scared of him when he's angry.

He turns his head, blowing raspberries in my face. I close my eyes as I'm sprayed with his spit, accepting my fate while I have the weird urge to laugh at his air-pumped cute cheeks. "ok! I get your point..."

one more coming up the next hours :) I've become lazy AF i need to study what is wrong with me :|