ＢＴＳ ＲＥＡＣＴＩＯＮ: unexpected pregnancy
i loved the exo unplanned pregnancy one you did, please would you be able to do one for bts? thanks very much!
You had told Seokjin that you were feeling unwell, so he called you as often as possible, making sure you had everything you need, and that you weren’t feeling to bad.
“You look better today,” he smiled at your image on the screen, making you nod. “Your illness has gone?” he asked happily, adjusting so he could hold the camera steady. “It’s not an illness I have,” you smirked before reaching over to pick up the notes your doctor had given you. The confusion wiped from his face when he read what was on it.
When you set the papers down, you saw him frowning on the screen. “You’re not happy about it…” you joined him in frowning. “Who’s going to make sure you’re eating everything you need to keep you and baby healthy?” he huffed, face screwing up. “I’ll send you some recopies, okay? Remember to take your vitamins. Don’t work too hard,” he stopped when he saw you roll your eyes. “Don’t do that! I want you both to be healthy! When I come home, I’ll take over caring for you.”
You’d ended up arriving at the venue late, as the traffic was a nightmare around the area. You managed to catch your husband before he went on stage again, grabbing his arm to stop him. “Can I talk to you?” you panted, making him. “Of course you can,” he moved you to somewhere with a tiny more privacy.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, fingers locking together with yours. “We’re going to be parents,” you announced, making him grin at you. “Really?” at your nod, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your head. The sweet moment was cut off by the announcement playing through the speakers. “Go wait for me at the hotel. I’ll be there in a few hours.”
Hoseok had finally come after crashing at the dorms after schedule. You two slept wrapped in eachother for the first time in weeks. You decided to try give him a good send off, not knowing when the next time you’d see him would be.
You had managed to break free from his arms and begin your cooking, making as little noise as possible. As the sun began to rise, you had finished, adding your final touch to the meal; a note of congratulations.
He was sleepily staring at the ceiling when you entered with the tray, his eyes soon going to you. “I thought you were a dream,” he laughed, shuffling so he was sat up. “Breakfast in bed for one hard working man,” you hummed, setting the tray down in his lap.
He took in everything you had made, his smile faded when he saw your note. “I’m not a Daddy…” his face screwed up in confusion as you settled next to him. “In a few months you will be,” you smirked, setting your mug of tea on the bedside table. “You’re pregnant?” he moved the tray to the floor and pulled you to him. “When all this is over, I’ll treat you like the princess you are.”
You and Namjoon had no time to talk when he’d come home to pack, you focused on making sure he had everything he could possibly need to take with him. When he left the room to collect something, you slipped in the pregnancy test, hiding it within his clothes. He threw his phone charger into the case then zipped it up. “I’ll see you when I come home,” he smiled, cupping your face and pressing your lips together for a final time before leaving.
A few days after your husband’s departure, you received a call from him, which you accepted happily. “I found your present,” he announced the moment you answered. “Oh?” you smirked, making him grin. “We had to get pregnant before a tour,” he shook his head as he chuckled. “They’ll be kicking when I come back,” he turned his phone so you could see the order of books on his screen. “I’ll use my spare time to learn everything I can.”
Jimin being halfway across the world from you made it hard to talk to him. You had found out you’d both be parents, but couldn’t call him to tell him the exciting news, as he was probably sleeping. You promised yourself you’d wait until he was home, but at 3am, when you missed him more than ever, you decided to record a message for him.
“So it’s month four of not seeing you… I hope everything’s going well, and that you’re eating lots. I know you said to go out with friends alot while you were done so I couldn’t get lonely, but I haven’t been out… I’m not lonely, though! I have Jimin Junior to keep me company!” you grinned, holding up the forms from the doctors so it could easily be read by him when he watched. “We’ll see you soon, okay? We love you!”
The moment Jimin saw the video from you, he’d cry, concerning the other members. “What happened?” Hoseok asked, rubbing the younger’s back. He called all the members into the room and let them watch the video. “Let’s do well, okay? I need to go home and see my babies.”
Taehyung has an app on his phone that tracks your periods, so he can get everything ready for you. When he gets a notification from it, informing him that you were two weeks late, he’d make a mental note to talk to you about it if/when he got home.
“Y/N?” he’d call through the home, to have you appear from the kitchen. “Welcome home,” you smiled sweetly, approaching him to kiss him. “Did you forget to tell me about your period?” he asked, arms wrapping around you. “I missed you too,” your chuckle didn’t change the stern look on his face. “Why are you being so serious?” you frowned. “Because you might be carrying prince or princess Kim,” he mumbled, rooting through his bag to produce a test, finally making you realise you were late.
“Go get changed, I’ll go take this, then can have dinner,” you wandered off to take the test. When you walked into your room, you husband sat patiently, eyes now wide with hope. “Please tell me it’s got two lines…” he whispered, making you nod. He let out a squeak of delight and fell back against the bed, a pillow was pulled over his face so his shouts of joy were muffled.
Jungkook would notice how you winced everytime he laid his head on your chest, and how certain smells would trigger nausea. He’d take to the good old internet, typing your symptoms in to see if there was something he could do to help you. When he saw the word ‘pregnancy’ he’d tense up, glancing over to you. “I need to go to the store for snacks to take to rehearsals tomorrow,” he offered you a smile before leaving.
When he returned, he’d empty the snacks into his bag, then hand you the box that contained the test. “Can you take this?” he asked quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder when you looked up at him in confusion. “I might be wrong, but I wanna make sure.”
He’d patiently wait outside while you took the test, then hold you in his arms while waiting for it to develop. “What do you want it to say?” you asked as you hid you face in his neck. “I don’t know… I’d love to have a mini us… But not when I’m going to miss it all…” his lips came to your hair.
When your alarm went off, he guided you to check the test. His eyes widened as he examined the two pink lines. “We’re going to be parents,” he murmured, handing you the test. “I’ll take the best care of you when I’m done with schedule.”