BTS Reaction: Finding out your pregnant (Hyung line)
“So when am I getting grandchildren, (Y/N).” Your mother’s voice rung through your living room as the turned her on speaker phone. You knew what she was doing, she asked you if she could be put on speaker phone, knowing what Seokjin was in the same room as you.
He looked up from his phone at the mention of children and snickered at the millionth time your and his own mother had asked for grandchildren.
“Mama,” you whined, “stop. I told you, me and Jin aren’t ready yet.” You were quick to return your phone back to normal as you put it against your ear. The conversation went on for about 10 more minutes before you said goodbye and hung up.
“I never said I wasn’t ready,” Seokjin said. The comment making your ears turn bright red.
“Ahh,” you groaned, “not you too.”
The weeks went on, the conversation never leaving your mind as you thought about it over and over about what he said. He was ready, and you knew that, you just needed an excuse to tell your mom.
You approached Seokjin who was sitting on the couch, his legs propped up in the couch with him.
He looked up at you and smiled sweetly.
“I want kids.” Your demand shocked him, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“N-now?” He stuttered.
“You’re going to be a father, Yoongi.”
The word father is what made him dart out of the room, grabbing his coat and keys off the table in the process before opening the front door.
You watched as he froze in his spot, turning back to look at you and seeing the scared look in your eyes, before walking out and slamming the front door behind himself. You shook in fear, thought of raising the child by yourself crossing your mind and causing a few tears to fall down your face.
3 days. It took him 3 days to finally man up and approach you again.
The door unlocking and the sound of it slamming shut at 2:00am is what made your blood turn cold. You were up in less then 3 seconds as you approached the lounge, creeping around the hallway you were met with the very disheveled looking Yoongi as he stood at the entrance; obvious purple and blue bags under his eyes as he slowly approached you.
You stared at him coldly, your eyes never looking away from him even when he slowly dropped to his knees in front of you, gently pressing his forehead into your stomach as he let a string of apologizes fall from his lips, but that wasn’t the only thing. He pulled his head away you look up at you and you noticed his wet face along with your now wet shirt.
“I’m so sorry princess, I just needed time to think,” He sobbed, “but I promise you, I’ll be the best fucking dad ever.”
You swear, your feet couldn’t carry you any faster as you ran down the street towards the studio, that your boyfriend was currently practicing at. A smile spread across your face as you finally arrived and rushed through the doors; a few of the people only giving you a small glance as you ran down the hallway.
“Hoseok!” You yelled as you approached the door to where he was; your voice calling his name instantly catching his attention as he stopped from what he was doing, quickly flipping off the music.
You slammed the door open, and flung yourself into Hoseoks arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He was quick to catch you, wrapping his arms around you, just as confused as the boys as they watched the the scene unravel in front of them. “Baby,” his voice was quiet in your ear, “What’s the excitement about?”
“I-it was positive!!”
He froze, taking a second to understand what you said and the second he did he jumped up and down excitedly, continuing to hold onto you, a huge smile spread across his face as he felt the smallest of tears collect in his eyes at the thought of having a family with you.
“Namjoon…” your voice broke as you slowly entered Namjoons studio where he sat in a chair in front of a computer monitor.
His attention was on you the second he noticed the change in your voice from what you normally sounded like. He looked at you in the door way, your hands behind your back and tears in your eyes; his heart dropping into his stomach, “Baby what’s wrong?”
Your bottom lip quivered as it poked out more that usual and you slowly walked over to where he sat, standing in front of him and sniffling quietly.
He let out a sigh and gently ran his large hands up the sides of your thighs, “i-if you’re going to say what I think you are I’m sor-“
“I’m pregnant.” You frowned, holding in front of yourself; a positive pregnancy text.
What suprised you was how he let out a deep sigh and rested his head against your stomach and what you thought you saw was a smile spread across his face.
“Oh baby,” he lifted his head, “I thought you were going to break up with me.” His dimples showing as he smiled, “this is great, it’s unexpected, but still amazing.”