Reaction to you being pregnant
Jin would notice that you were eating more than usual. “Three pots of ramen, twelve bowls of rice, a whole packet of baby carrots.” He’d list everything you’d eaten in one sitting. “Wow jagiya, you’ve been beating my eating record these days. What’s going on?” You wouldn’t know what other way to break it so you’d tell him then and there. “I’m pregnant. I don’t know if it’s for sure, but according to the five pregnancy tests and my appetite, I’m pregnant.” He’d smile and look at you with so much love and adoration. “Really?” he’d ask. He’d cup your face and kiss you. “Let’s make this baby a food fighter.”
All the other members would have had children, leaving you and Yoongi last. By this point, he was familiar with the signs of pregnancy. Weakness, hunger, constant mood swings. Knowing how observant he is, he’d probably realise you were pregnant well before you did. He’d call you into the studio one night and play you a song he produced and wrote. “It’s called Family. Emphasis on ILY. As in I love you; you and the little baby in your womb.” You’d be caught off guard by his cheesiness, but you’d be even more shocked that he knew you were pregnant before you told him. He’d be the most chill out of the seven.
You had asked Hobi to take you to the doctor’s clinic one day. You knew you were pregnant, but you didn’t how to drop it; you thought the doctor’s report would be an easier way. But as we all know, he is an energetic sunshine. The moment the doctor mentioned pregnancy, he’d get off his chair, scream and run around the room. “We’VE BeEN TRYinG For SO Long Oh MY GoDD!” he’d be yelling, everybody in the hospital would know about the two of you. He’d sit back down and kiss you with the utmost passion. He would breathlessly say, “this baby is going to be the happiest baby you’ve even seen”
You decided the best way to break the news to Namjoon was to tell him straight up. He’d be in bed, on his phone and you’d join him. “Hey, I’ve got something to tell you” you’d whisper. He’d put his phone down and look at you, “what’s up? Everything ok?” you’d take in a deep breath and reply, “I’m pregnant. I went with to the clinic with my mate and the doctor confirmed it.” It took about a minute for him to process it. Then, without answering he’d whip out his laptop and log onto Amazon. “What are you doing?” He’d look back at you with a massive grin, “I’m looking up parenting books. I sure as hell don’t want to be clumsy with my child” and with that, he’d accidentally drop his laptop onto the ground, leaving you to wonder if you could trust him with your child.
Like Yoongi, Jimin would also notice the signs of pregnancy soon enough. He’d call his mum up the moment he thought of it to ask her for her opinion. “She’s eaten up half the food we stocked up, she’s always peeing, and she wakes up and says she feels sick” he’d tell her. His mum would give him two thumbs up on your pregnancy. He’d want to surprise you. You’d come home after work and see bouquets of cookies and chocolate everywhere. Each goodie had a little note. “So was my assumption correct? Are you pregnant?” you’d nod and run up to give him a big hug. “I’m so glad it’s finally happening” he’d say into your hair. You guys would have the cutest, most chubby babies in town.
You’d be cooking dinner for you and Taehyung when he comes into the kitchen holding up three pregnancy sticks. “Jagiya, what are these?” he’d ask confused. Mentally cursing yourself for not disposing them off in a better way, you’d turn around, take a deep breath and smile. “They are pregnancy sticks Tae. I’m pregnant.” You’d look down, not knowing what answer to expect. You’d be taken by surprise when Taehyung would run up to you, lift you up and spin you around. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE?” his boxy smile would make an appearance. After placing you back down, he’d kiss your face a million times and then call up his mother to ask for tips on how to take care of you.
Jungkook would be the most in shock out of all seven. Not that he didn’t want a child, he just didn’t realise it would be so soon. He’d look at the report from the clinic again and again. Letting it all sink in. “Are these real? Am I actually going to be a father?” He’d ask repeatedly. You’d have to remind him again and again that he was actually going to have a child. Lovingly, he’d kneel down and kiss your belly. “I used to be the Golden Maknae, but now I’ll be the Golden Appa” he’d smile up at you. “I promise I’ll be the best father I can be.”