𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐖 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

|Jungkook|

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You gawked down at the two faded pink lines that appeared on the plastic stick you pissed on, also know as a pregnancy test. You slapped your hand over your mouth to quiet the loud cry escaping your lips. You turned towards your friend, Kayla, who sat beside you on the sink with a similar expression.

"He trapped me," you whispered, "that son of a bitch trapped me."

You dropped the test on the counter, the other four test jumping from the sudden impact. All five read the same results: positive.

"Damn, looks like someone was getting busy in Italy." Kayla teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "Shut up," you groaned, pacing back and forth, "now's not the time for this, okay. This is serious."

You and Jungkook had just came home from your honeymoon about two months ago, and you've been experiencing pregnancy like symptoms ever since. You've missed your period and started to feel more and more nauseous and irritable as the days went on.

Jungkook was on a small tour with the rest of bts, so there was nobody here to notice the symptoms with you. Even you didn't even notice, your stubborn denial blocking your common sense. After about a week of constantly throwing up your breakfast, lunch, and dinner, Kayla finally forced you to buy and take several pregnancy test.

"Girl, let's be real. I'm sure you let that kigga hit it raw all night long in that Rome hotel." You turned away from her, a smirk creeping onto your face as that night flashed through your mind.

"Oh my fucking God Y/n. Hasn't anyone told y'all to wrap it before you tap it?"

"He pulls out," you protested, "sometimes." Kookie wasn't always the most reasonable responsible guy when it came to sex, settling on orgasming inside of you cause 'sex just feels better when it's done raw.'

She rolled her eyes at what you said, getting on her phone. "Get off your fucking phone and help me Kayla," you demanded, "what the hell am I gonna do."

You placed your hands on your slightly round stomach, rubbing circles around it as you stared at yourself in the mirror. There was already a small bump forming, but it wasn't that noticable. From a blind eye, it would just look like you were bloated.

"Girl calm down. Everything's gonna be alright," she reassured, "plus I thought you loved babies."

"Yeah, I love other people's babies cause I don't have to hear their ugly cries, or change their shitty diapers, or have them throw up on me." You corrected.

"Well too bad my friend cause it looks like I'm gonna be an aunt."