wonytastical

Being in a secret relationship with Yeonjun but soobin knows

I have no idea what my brain came up with but this is what it did

* Hiding your relationship with Yeonjun was extremely difficult.

* With not being able to show affection with each other in public

* Not being able to say I love you when you have to leave

* Y’all can’t even give each other a goodbye kiss

* Or if someone is getting to flirty. You couldn’t step in

* But little did you know someone could sense your jealously

* Someone knew about the entire relationship

* “Just tell everyone y’all dating “

* When soobin whispered that to you. You literally whipped your head around you were surprised you didn’t get whiplash.

* “What are you even talking about “

* You had to pull soobin off to the side at that point

* “Y/N I know about y’all’s relationship. It’s so obvious. Also maybe not make out on the couch at 2 in the morning”

* “You saw ?”

* “Yes I saw. I just wanted a fruit cup but I saw y’all sucking on each other’s faces so I lost my appetite.”

* Somehow soobin convinced you to take acting against the girl that was getting a tad bit flirty

* So you plant a big kiss on your boyfriend’s lips.

* When you pulled away taehyun,beomgyu,and hueningkai all looked like they saw a ghost.

* Soobin kept eating

* The girl walked away.

* “What just happened “

* “Uh yeah we dating”😁😁😁

* “I’m surprised we didn’t make it to obvious “ Yeonjun shrugged

Summary: You and Jeongin, by some happy (or not?) coincidence, ended up on the same variety show, but could you both keep your relationship a secret with prying questions?

Requested: yes

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, idol AU

Word count: 3.5k words

Warnings: written at 11pm, so probs sometimes weird sounding and im too tired to check

A/N: 1) don’t even ask me abt the group name idek what i was thinking. 2) DAmn sON i didn’t mean to make it this long. 3) fun fact: at first this was gonna be a comedic bulletpoint story, then i changed it to a feeble emotional roller coaster (i really do mean feeble af). 4) i hope you like it <33

MASTERLIST

“Please welcome our wonderful guests, Five Times Brighter!!!”, called the MC, followed by the cheers from the audience. One by one your group members and yourself filed out onto the small stage to greet the crowd. You were quickly ushered into a seat, where you could witness the sheer amount of people who had come to watch, obscured slightly by the blinding glare of the stage lights.

You felt your throat tighten. This better work out, you thought, feeling ill at ease by knowing there must have been at least ten cameras pointed at you and your comrades. What would we do if anyone found out? You shook your head violently with a pout. Stop it. Nothing’s gonna happen. You’re overreacting…

You were jolted out of your thoughts by the voice of the MC as he raised his voice again. “And now please welcome the rookie legends themselves! The great award winners, Stray Kids!!!” The room erupted into screams of fans as the nine handsome boys jogged out from backstage.

Your stomach did an uncomfortable somersault. Don’t make eye contact! If you do, someone will definitely notice!! Then you’re finished!!! You mentally slapped yourself and took a deep breath. You then realized that you’d placed your index and middle finger against your throat, an uncanny imitation of Felix taking his pulse as he became nervous. You’d somehow picked up the habit from the cute Aussie boy as you hung out with him at the same time as Jeongin. With a gulp, you slammed your hand back onto your lap and stared unemotionally at the boys as they sat on the other couch across from you from the MC’s center chair.

When everyone had sat down, the room went annoyingly quiet. You swallowed back anger as you waited for the MC to ask something and distract you. Finally:

“First, I’d like to ask both groups if they could tell us what inspired certain songs in their album”. Some applause followed as you forced your muscles to relax. “Should we ask FTB first?” The crowd cheered.

Your smile started becoming a little more genuine. Nothing bad, just a mindless answer to your average question. The ‘What inspired you to write X’ question was always a default for some reason. But at least it was eas-

“Y/n!” The blood drained from your face at your name. Oh… oh no… “A little birdie told me”, the MC said cheekily, “that you wrote one of the most successful songs on the album. ‘Winged love’, wasn’t it?”

You started to loath the MC, or whoever had decided that that specific question would be a good one. It’s true, you had written and composed the song, but your inspiration was exactly what you wanted to avoid, as your mind flashed to moment you got the idea for the lyrics.

~~~~~~~~~

“Try to pick your feet up a bit more here”, you said, poking Jeongin’s leg as he posed awkwardly in front of the practice room mirror. He groaned in retaliation, muscles trembling from exhaustion.

“I can’t do it”, he whined. “It’s useless. Just go on without me and practice on your own. You’ll do so much better without me dragging you down”.

You scoffed without any amusement. “Like Hell I will. I’m staying right here until you can get this. I said I’d help, so I’m helping”. He gave you a pitiful look, and you smiled softly. “Let’s take a break, then. I’ve got biscuits!”

“I don’t usually eat at this hour”, Jeongin said hesitantly.

“You don’t usually practice at this hour”, you answered matter-of-factually. You didn’t wait for an answer and dragged your boyfriend down to the floor, rolling to your side and grabbing a huge packet full of snacks and tearing it open mercilessly. You offered one to the boy in front of you, who conceded with a sigh. “Cheers!” You knocked your biscuit against his, making a couple of crumbs fall to the ground, and shoved the entire thing into your mouth. Jeongin stared at you until you made a face, cookie still lodged between your cheeks, making him burst into laughter. You fought not to spit your snack out as you sniggered with him.

“How do you do that”, he asked.

“Mmmfmm ru wha”, you said, still trying to down your food.

“Always find a way to make me feel so much better, no matter how battered I feel”, he said, mesmerized. You stared at him uselessly, so he continued. “When I’ve been at my worst, or when I’ve felt like giving up, you’ve been there to pick me up. You’re like my pair of wings”. You stayed quiet, scared to knock him out of his reverie. He smiled faintly. “At this point, I could jump off a mountain, trusting you to catch me if you said you would. And I always feel safe with you. No matter what scares me, I feel better when you’re next to me, as if you’ve become a hypothetical shield. And I want to be the same, I want to always be there for you, whenever you’re feeling down, I want to be the first person you think of going to”. He suddenly curled his fingers and squeezed his eyes shut. “That was so cringey I’m sorry”.

You giggled softly and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s a little cliche, I admit. But it’s the best kind of cliche. Because I feel the same way”. You lifted your head kissed his cheek. “I’ll always be right here. And I’ll always trust you to be there too”.

~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes came back into focus, as your mind started racing, scrounging for a decent story that could convince the public that it had nothing to do with the very boy who was sitting only five feet from you.

“Uh-uhhh”, your mind became completely blank. “My… One of my old friends”. You cleared your throat. “Whenever she was upset, I would want to do anything to make her feel better. And I did do some pretty stupid things”. You smiled sheepishly at the pitch black half of the room where the fans giggled in reaction to your stutter. Your confidence grew as you continued: “The lyrics represent what I wanted to be to her. I wanted her to feel as if she could trust me with anything at all. As if I could always pick her up if she felt low”. You finished and prayed that it was enough.

The MC nodded, thoughtful. “So she never said the things in the lyrics out loud?”

You shook your head. “She wasn’t the most extroverted person”, you answered. “But I hope that that’s how she felt”. At that, everyone seemed satisfied and applauded. You bobbed your head, looking back at your clenched fists in your lap. I’ve gotta be more careful. One slip-up and I’m in deep-

“How about our favorite maknae”, the MC laughed, turning to SKZ. Your pulse went sky-high again.

-shit.

Jeongin let his eyes go wide, and pointed at himself. “Na?” He asked in an innocent voice. Despite your nerves going crazy, you managed to chuckled along with everyone else at the cute act.

The MC wasn’t an exception, though he quickly regained his posture. “Yes, I believe it was you who wrote the song ‘Midnight Walk’, am I correct?”

The boy nodded with a bright smile. “That’s right! And the first ever song where I wrote one hundred percent of the lyrics!!” He glowed with pride, and a secret burst of happiness for him shot through you. You could still remember when he’d told you about his accomplished goal.

~~~~~~~~~

You swung your hand, latched onto Jeongin’s, back and forth as you both strolled down an empty trail that ran along the Han River. “So?”, you prompted.

He looked back at you. “What?” He was playing innocent. Of course he was. You giggled and started swinging your connected hands even more, feeling blood rush through your slightly chilled fingers. Without speaking, you both started skipping forward, bumping each other and giggling like children. You loved that. That you could both move in sync without having to communicate. This continued until you pulled him to a stop.

“Okay, now actually tell me. What did you wanna say earlier. You looked as if you were about to explode with excitement”.

Jeongin grinned happily. “I…” he spoke excruciatingly slowly. “…have written…. my own song! And it’s gonna be on the next album!!!!!” At this, he picked you up and spun you around, until you felt too dizzy to stand on your own.

You laughed with him, and leaned on him. “Jeonginie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you”. You kept clinging onto him. “What’s it called?”

“I haven’t decided yet”, he confessed. He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think I could name it after a fun memory with you? Without being too obvious, that is”.

You nodded. “Yeah, I think you could get away with it”.

And so he grinned broadly. “Okay, then. How about I call it midnight walk, after tonight?”

“Why tonight of all things? We’re just walking”, you asked incredulously.

“Because the simplest memories with you are the best”, he answered, squealing a bit at the overly sweet phrase.

You laughed. “Alright then. Are you allowed to spoil a few lyrics for me?”

“Of course”, said Jeongin, hoisting you up so that he was half carrying you. “It’s my song after all”. His voice went up a notch with happiness. “A few lines feel a bit random, without context; but just remember that I thought of you while writing them”. You hugged his arm until you thought you might be cutting his circulation. As you both kept walking, you slowly regained your balance and he listed a few lines from his oeuvre. That was the best walk at 1:30am you’d ever had.

~~~~~~~~~

Jeongin was still beaming at the MC, who began fanning himself dramatically. “His smile is so blinding”, he called, and there came calls of agreement from the audience. “But you still haven’t answered”. The room went silent again. “What inspired you to write the lyrics of ‘Midnight Walk’?”

Jeongin gave another dazzling smile. “It was a lot of different things; it took months of me scribbling down random ideas to be able to form something logical”.

The MC nodded again. “Of course, the lyrics do vary a lot. But I think we’re more interested in the more romantic sounding ones in the song”. The crowd ooh-ed, as if confirming the statement.

Your boyfriend grinned once more. “Well, those specific lines are dedicated to someone very special in my life”.

NO! You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from yelling aloud. He knew about the warnings, as well as you.

~~~~~~~~~

“Both Stray Kids and Five Times Brighter Will be on a variety show on the second weekend of the month”, stated one of your managers, standing next to JYP himself. Everyone nodded together as the schedule was recited in its entirety. It was all standard, except for the fact that the two groups had never been on a same show.

As the schedule came to its end, both groups dispersed to continue practice, but JYP called Jeongin and yourself aside. “I’d like to specify something”, he said in a tone that let you know that nothing good was coming. “When you’re both on that variety show in the middle of the month, I don’t even want you two to make eye contact. We don’t want anyone knowing about your relationship. I’m warning you now, keep it under wraps, and there won’t be any problems”.

You and Jeongin nodded, eyes round. As JYP finally walked away, you turned to your boyfriend. “Why the Hell does he want us to stay a secret?”, you failed terribly at keeping the anger out of your voice. “You’re allowed to be dating by now, so am I. No one needs to know that we started going out before my ban was up. So what’s his problem?”

Jeongin pulled you against him. “I don’t know, but let’s just do as he said. I don’t wanna think about what could happen if something goes wrong”. You eventually agreed, still grudging.

“It’s still unfair that we have to hide when we’re so happy”.

~~~~~~~~~

The memory raged in your mind, nearly as loud as the screams of shock that wracked the studio at Jeongin’s words. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, as he smiled calmly. Jeongin, what are you going??!!!!

“They’re dedicated to someone special in my life”. He had to raise his voice to make himself heard. “Whom I’ve not met yet”. There was a collective gasp at the strange turn in his statement. “One day, I want to be able to say those things to the love of my life, on a walk at one in the morning”.

Everyone aah-ed in understanding, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You weren’t sure if you wanted to smack him or kiss him, but at least no one suspected anything anymore. And he’d very secretly hinted at the walk when he shared the lyrics with you, in the dead of night. Your heart swelled with warmth and love for the boy.

“Look at y/n, they’re blushing!”, yelled the MC. You were so shocked that you yelled out as everyone shouted teasingly. The MC started laughing. “Are you thinking of anyone in particular, y/n? Anyone you’d like to take a midnight walk with?” Electricity filled the air.

None of your damn business, you thought hotly. But of course it was. Your entire life was not yours to control, but the public’s. You made a face as if you’d swallowed a particularly sour lemon, which incidentally seemed to be a pretty good answer for the public.

“Apparently, y/n isn’t at all interested in a relationship”, chuckled the MC. He quickly continued with a bunch of other standard questions, and you imagined the different ways you could smack him and still get away with it. Maybe I should throw a bucket of water at him, then he wouldn’t be so obnoxiously happy, you thought, in your own world.

You werre making eye-contact with Jeongin, and realized with a start that you’d been staring at him this entire time. You checked that no one had remarked, but the cameras were strained on Changbin as he complained about being woken up too harshly by Woojin, to the amusement of most. You quickly stole another look at your boyfriend but, almost too subtle to notice, he shook his head, looking a bit panicky. You immediately understood and glanced elsewhere, trying to act interested in some tangled cables by a stage light.

When the questions had dragged on long enough to make your feet go numb, it was finally time for a game before the show came to an end. You stood up gratefully, hobbling a bit to get to stage right. You craned your neck to see what game you were meant to play against Stray Kids, and with a crashing wave of horror, you realized that Pocky Stick packets were sitting on the tiny stool near the stage wings. You saw from the corner of your eye that Jeongin was looking as displeased about the idea as you, even though everyone else seemed almost thrilled.

This is nuts, you kept repeating to yourself. Either I’ll have to play with one of SKZ, WHO KNOW JEONGIN AND I ARE DATING, or I play against Jeongin and people realize that we seem too comfortable. It’s a lose lose situation oh shit oh shit oh sh-

“How about the desert-fox-maknae and y/n, who seems so keen to avoid a little kiss!”, yelled the MC, who was tantalizingly close enough for you to punch. You faced Jeongin, who had become unusually pale, and you fought back your own panic as you were passed a Pocky Stick.

Your stomach churned as you both stared at each other, sweat beading at the hairline. Someone gave your shoulder a push –you didn’t know who, and you couldn’t force yourself to care– and you bit into you end of the stick. Jeongin bit the other end and cheers rose in the crowd, deafening you and making your eyes water.

You weren’t sure how long you both kept staring at each other, but in the seconds –it could’ve been hours– that Jeongin’s eyes bore into yours, something seemed to click in his mind, and he clenched his jaw with determination. You nibbled a bit of the Pocky Stick and noise in the room went up. Slowly the gap between your lips became smaller and smaller until you were close enough for you to hear his heartbeat, or maybe it was yours, pounding in your ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your senses completely abandoning you. We must be less than a centimeter apart! And then you felt a firm hand clasp your wrist. Before you could understand what was happening, Jeongin’s lips smacked against yours. But not by accident. This was with decision, the Pocky Stick forgotten. From habit, you kissed him back, your ears ringing. As you pulled away, you realized it had been him who had grabbed your wrist, and he’d put a the other hand on your waist to pull you closer. The ringing in your ears was from the screams that came from the audience.

Panic rose up in you again as what had happened sank in. We kissed… on live TV!! Your heart was in your throat. What’s going to happen to us? Jeongin said something that never made it to your ears, but looked something like ‘trust me’. He turned to everyone watching, now in a confused frenzy at what they’d witnessed. “Y/n and I are dating”, he stated simply, which was followed by an enormous uproar. He continued in a yell. “We weren’t meant to say anything, but I think it’s unfair that we have to keep our happiness a secret, just for the satisfaction of the public. So now you know!!!” His last words were drowned out by more screams of shock and confusion as you were both pulled off and away from stage.

You had become light-headed, everything becoming an incoherent blur as your receded into your own chaotic thoughts. What’s gonna happen what will JYP do to us will we be kicked out of the company oh god what if I become the reason for Jeongin leaving Stray Kids I couldn’t live with myself–

In your daze, you were pushed into a small waiting room. “Wait here”, said a gruff voice. I’m going to pass out! The world is tilting to the left! And now the right… Left…. Right…. You leaned against a wall and looked at Jeongin, who stared back at you, expressionless. After a few seconds, you started violently trembling.

“What are we going to do”, you breathed, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. “They’ll hate us, they’ll kick us out of the company! Why did you do that?” You had no anger in your voice as you stared at Jeongin, just helplessness. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you tightly but with a little tremor.

“I don’t know”, he confessed, and you sniffled slightly. “But I thought of what you’d said when we were told to stay quiet. We shouldn’t have to hide, especially because we’re so happy. I think if JYP wants to kick us out, let him”.

“No, no, Jeongin!” You let out a panicked sob. “What about the other boys? You can’t leave them, not just for me! What ever happens, you can’t leave Stray Kids!”

You both stood there, holding onto each other tightly, for a long time. After what felt like hours, you both sat down on the shiny floor of the tiny room, still not letting go of each other’s hands. You had calmed down now, and just sat quietly. Suddenly, Jeongin sat up and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing”, you asked, your voice slurred and muffled from exhaustion.

“The show was a live broadcast wasn’t it”, asked Jeongin. “And because it’s the evening, most of the world will have been awake. Which means…” He tapped the Twitter icon and the app came to life. He immediately went to the Trending page, and with a gasp, you saw #JeonginAndY/nDating on the second most popular tag.

“Oh my God”, you breathed. You didn’t think the effect would be so big. Before you could stop him, Jeongin tapped on the tag. You yelped and looked away, not wanting to see any of the awful comments people had made.

“Y/n…” Jeongin’s voice was laced with shock.

“I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me it’s bad”, you say in despair.

“It’s… Everyone’s congratulating us!” Your eyes snapped open, and you swung your head around to glare at the bright screen. Thousands upon thousands of tweets had the trending hashtag, with people voicing their wishes of happiness for you as a couple, in English, Korean, you saw Spanish and french and Japanese. Message after message flashed by as Jeongin scrolled downwards. He started laughing; softly at first, then loudly, like a child how had received a special gift for Christmas. “They’re happy for us! Y/n they’re happy for us!!” He hugged you tightly as you laughed with him, more out of relief and exhaustion than anything else.

After a few more minutes, spent with you both bent over the phone and reading all the happy tweets, one of the staff came in to let you know that JYP was on his way to talk. “He didn’t sound as angry as we expected though, if that makes you feel a little better”, he said sympathetically. You thanked him as he wished you both luck and closed the door. And you turned back to Jeongin.

“You know… I don’t want to jinx it but… maybe this wasn’t as bad as I thought”, you said apprehensively.

The boy hugged you tightly. “Well, no matter what happens, we’ll always be there for each other. Right?”

You smiled, thinking of ‘Midnight Walk’ and ‘Winged Love’. “Right”. You felt warm, think about the lyrics you’d both written, saying you’d never leave the love of your life.

Because it was true.

Trigger Warning: Contains touchy subjects on unwanted pregnancy. If you cannot handle it, please DO NOT read this.

I’m sorry, that it took me so long, but this theme was something utterly new to me, so I was really lost, to be honest, and it’s very long and who knows if it is good or how many mistakes are there, so I’m apologizing beforehand ><’’

Seokjin:

He was looking at all the girls, which were sitting in front of him. He felt, how his heart was beating, so strongly and fast, because he knew very well, what was he risking. Not just him as a personality, his reputation, his work, fans, everything, what he was so hard working for, but all BTS members, his brothers, they all could lose most of their fans, their hard work could be destroyed. 

He was caring about those kids for too long to not be afraid of anything. This could be the most hazardous thing in his whole life.

But it was the same, when he was annoucing his dating with you publicly, and not just that: all of his fans were happy, they were appreciating his relationship, supporting him and his girlfriend.

Even though, that he was scared a lot at the moment, he knew, who his fans were. Fans of Kim Seokjin. Fans of Jin. Fans, who loved him.

His fans.

He gently took a microphone in his hand and vigorously put it in front of his mouth, so vigorously, that he almost knocked out his teeth. It wasn’t on purpose and it hurted a lot, but when he heard laugh of people all around him, his heart calmed, his usual confidence was back with a good words to say on his mind.

“Well, guys,” he said and smiled, “do you think, that my kid is going to be that clumsy too?”

Yoongi:

Ah. I want to sleep. His thoughts were actually the same at fansignes. He loved to interact with his fans, seeing their blushing faces, hearing their laugh or having a chance to thank them, because just because of their fans he could still live, produce his music, dream and hope.

Because of his fans, he could be everything he ever wanted. A beloved man, loving man and now even dad.

He didn’t want to sleep anymore after thinking like that. Yoongi straightened in his chair, still kind of lazily reached out for a microphone. He didn’t speak at first. He was just holding it and looking at the table in front of him. He was listening to the lyrics, what he wrote, his voice rapping about his life before debut and what he wanted to reach in the future.

But is this the future? Is it a right time? He quickly looked at other members. Yoongi knew, that all of them were incredibly tired, but they were happy. Like every other time. They all came to the music industry to reach their dreams, produce music or just because they were trying to find themselves. But being a singer in this group showed them much more.

And one of this “more” was that strange love between them and their fans. Something more, than just fans and something more than just singers.

They were family. Strange, crazy family, always there somewhere, to support each other in any possible situation.

So, when events like this are happening, family is the first, whom you let to know as first, right?

On his face formed his gummy smile, he just couldn’t control his facial muscles. “You all, guys, do you think that I’m a genius?” he waited for the loud response before he continued: “Well, would you anticipate another genius with the same genes in the future?”

Hoseok:

He was happier this day than ever before. Smiling for so long, that his face already hurted, laughed at every possible stupid thing so loudly and happilly, that tears weren’t going off of his eyes, he was dancing and playing and just fooling around, because he was so happy, that he just couldn’t control anything.

He was so happy. But still, something was making him worry all this time.

He was going to announce, that he will be dad in a next few months. But Hoseok wasn’t sure, about reaction of the fans in front of him, fans all around the world. Of course he was worried, but the main thing, what wasn’t leaving him to sleep at night, was that one big question always popping in his head: Is he really ready for family?

Yes, he loved kids, loved, you, his girlfriend, but he wasn’t sure, if he can take care of you, bring you that much happiness as much as he wanted to, and he just couldn’t imagine that day, when his woman will be in the maternity hospital, but he would not be able to be there with her because of work.

Hoseok already knew from the begin, that having a child meant leaving his work for some not that short time. So announcing something like this was simultaneously announcing, that he’s going to leave stage. 

“Guys,” he spoke into his microphone to his fans, heart pounding in his chest and hands a bit shaking, “what would you say, if I told you, that I’m going to leave stage for some time?” 

Aish, why did I ask this question?! he screamed in his head when he saw faces of people all around him changing their colors into bright white. Fans began to scream, weep and do some noises, what he wasn’t able to differentiate one from another.

He quickly spoke one more time with nervous laugh: “Yayaya, I didn’t tell, that I’m not going to come back,” he laughed and noise in the room a bit lowered. “I meant, what if I’m going to leave the stage - just for some time - but that I will come back to you with one more small Hobi, with 2 kilograms and screaming a bit more than me?”

Fans started to cry and make noise one more time, but now, while dying inside, they were putting up their thumbs and trying to laugh and wishing him the best, while making Hoseok the happiest person on the world.

Namjoon:

Well, he felt kinda fucked up, to be honest. Yes, he was finding his perfect girl for so long, his woman, his world and his life love, to whom he wanted to write the most beautiful poems ever, but he didn’t expect this at all.

His head was full of hesitation, thinking and planning. Of course, he was incredibly happy about… this, about his kid, you, his family, him… firstly after a long time he felt happy to be him, but he was drowning in his brains.

He didn’t even know how, but he was, for some strange reason, counting, how long it already was since their debut, how old are his brothers, how old is his mother, how old is he or you, he was counting, how much money he had, if he was able to take care about you, if he was able to take care about Bangtan as before, if he was able to work while growing up his kid, if he is able to be father, if…

If he was strong enough.

In those years, he learned a lot and he wanted to learn even more. He did a lot and he wanted to do much more. He knew, that he was kinda egoistic, he wanted to have everything, Namjoon didn’t want to give up on something, what he was working for so hard. But he was so unsure, if he was strong enough.

Well, it depends on the people in front of me and there in the world, if I will be able to continue in my work even after becoming hasuband and father, this thought ran over his mind and made him pick up microphone without hesitation. But he stopped right in front of his mouth. He felt, like he was on the stage, so nervous, so shy, so hesitant, still the same guy as when he stood on the stage for the first time, when he spoke to his fans on his first fan meeting or when he had his first date with you, who is going to be mom of his kids.

Still the same… I am, right?

Sentences began to hail down from his mouth with and unbelievable flow, even Namjoon wasn’t sure, if it was his normal way of talking or something more like rap, he was talking so fast and so strangely, that when he ended and looked up at people all around him, no one really understood, what he was talking about, even other members, altough if they knew, what he was going to say.

Namjoon sighed and mentally calmed himself down a bit. Licked his dry lips a bit. Sweated… a lot. “I need you all to know something.”

Jimin:

Oh my God, and what should I do now? Jimin really didn’t know, what should he say while he was holding microphone and staring in front of him with mouth slightly opened. Like, he already asked his hyungs and even Taehyung and Jungkook, they all helped him with some small details, but at the end, they just said, that he needs to chill… Or more like they told him to fuck of and think about it alone because you are his girlfriend who’s pregnant not their.

Thank you, he growled in his mind while putting down microphone, with blazing hate looking at members sitting next to him from each side, thank you very much, my dearest brothers.

Yoongi turned attention to Jimin with the same cold expression as most of the time. He nodded at him, asking, why Jimin didn’t announce his news yet.

“And what do you think I should say, Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin whispered to him with despair.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and looked to the front of him as before. “I told you yesterday, just tell them, that you’re going to be a father. Most of them are your fans, they will cry but still love you.”

Jimin sobbed a bit: “I don’t want them to cry, is it necessary? I mean-”

“It is,” Namjoon joined their conversation and leaned closer to them. “Every time, when I was searching about us something on the internet, most of your fans were obsessed with kind of unhuman ideas and deluding themselves, about dating you and doing other things, what are you doing now with your girlfriend, so -”

“You’re not helping him, Namjoon,” hissed Jin, leaned over Yoongi, who looked like he was ready to punch someone. Jimin looked at him with his back covered in cold sweat. The more they were talking, the more he was unsure about this decision of making pregnancy of yours publicly known.

Namjoon just raised his hands in defense and sit up back to his previous pose, same as Yoongi and Jin.

Why are they always making everything worse while trying to make it better? sighed Jimin in his head. Well, I should try something… anything…

“Sooo,” he giggled into his microphone with blush, members turned to him with face expressions changing into some horror grimases. Jimin tried not to look at them. “Do you remember that one story, what parents were telling us, when we were kids and we wanted to know, how kids are born?”

“Oh God,” facepalmed Namjoon next to him and Yoongi turned on his chair with back to the auditory, while others were just waiting, what is Jimin going to tell next.

Jimin continued: “Shortly said, there was a grandma and a grandpa, they were living in the small cottage next to the river. Once the river brought them a peach, peach almost big as their cottage. They wanted to eat the peach, but when they cut it half a half, inside was a small boy and the boy became their son. Tadan, that’s the end.”

After a short silence in the room one of the fans asked, why did Jimin tell them this.

“Well,” giggled Jimin again, “In the next 7 months we with my girlfriend are going to find our peach.”

Taehyung:

For him it wasn’t that hard to imagine, how he’s going to announce those amazing news. He was literally talking with stomach of yours since the moment you told him, that you’re pregnant, even if there was just a small embryo. He wanted to be all the time with you, he wanted to spend every possible minute with you and then he wanted to be with his kid, to be the best dad ever.

Almost as much, as he loved you and his family, he loved his brothers and their fans, who allowed him to be what he was now. Thats why, even if he was the happiest man, he was still worried.

Taehyung looked up and brightly smiled at woman in front of him, he leaned his arms across the table to reach for her album to sign it up, but then he noticed small hands hardly holding edge off the table. Tae leaned over the table to look into big, black eyes of a small girl with pink cheeks and two cute pigtails. 

Tae blinked.

Girl blinked.

Some strange sound came out from him when he felt totally beaten up by cuteness of the girl. Before he even noticed that, woman picked up girl with big smile and held her like some piece of vegetable in front of Taehyung.

He happily seated her on his lap and smiled at her so brightly, that girl couldn’t hold herself, strongly blushed and hid her face in her small hands.

“What’s your name?” asked Tae and tried to look into her hidden eyes.

She looked on him through her fingers, whispered her name, but before Taehyung could say anything, she shyly asked him: “Oppa, do you have any younger brothers?”

Taehyung raptly blinked. “No, I have only few younger cuisins,” he smiled, “why do you ask?”

“Just,” her face was redder than tomato, “just… oppa is sooo handsome!” she hid her face once more, the only thing, what could Tae see, were her red ears.

“Then,” he smiled at her and changed his expression like he was telling her some secret, “you can date with my son if you want. But he is still sleeping in tummy of his mommy, so you’ll need to wait a bit.”

Tae looked up, when it suddenly became too quiet in the room. All of the fans were staring at him. He blinked. They heard me? How? He looked on members by each side with uncomprehending eyes.

Jungkook, who was trying not to laugh, pointed at Taes hand, which was still holding microphone.

Taehyung didn’t even realize, that he was talking into the microphone all the time.

Jungkook:

Is there any kind of name for maknaes, who are having a children even sooner than his hyungs? he thought while staring to the front of him without any expression. What will fans say when they find out? Or not even fans but people, who will hear about it.

He was thinking. He was thinking for so long and hard, that he could actually feel, how his brains were broking apart. Thinking about it all day and then dreaming about the same when he slept. It was so tiring, but still, he was trying not to show it to his hyungs or people, who were worried about him.

Even if he loved you dearly and was actually unbelievable happy, it still was a problem for young male idol like he was. And he knew, that it was his problem, thats why he didn’t want to put it’s weight on seomeones shoulders. 

He sighed and swallowed nothing into his dry throat. With still the same expression he reached for his bottle of water. Jungkook quietly began to drink.

He actually didn’t want anyone to know about you at first. But somehow it worked out like this - everyone knew about it.He thought, that it will be like last time, when he had to do such decision, but this happened and he was lost again. 

Lost in his good emotions, which were telling him, that he is happier than ever, but on the other side, his emotions were telling him, that he can ruin everything. And what about his fans? Fans, who were giving him the chance to do, what he loved the most, to reach his dreams and improve himself in so many ways. Just thanks to them he was there, where he was now and he felt very sorry to them because of everything, what he did in last few months.

“Jungkook,” said Jin on his left side. When he looked on his eldest hyung, Jungkook felt their age difference, what wasn’t happening that often. Jin had that strange thing in his eyes, what was easily showing him, that he really is older and he really is an adult, who knows, how to take his responsibilities better.

Seokjin continued: “You know, that you don’t need to be that pressed. You’re always worrying about smallest details, but right now, first time after so long, everything, what you need to worry about, is you and your feelings.”

Jungkook looked down on his hands laid on the table with veins strongly protruding through his skin. “But… hyung, w-”

“Don’t even care about fans,” Jin didn’t even leave Jungkook to resist him. “Everyone should understand, that you’re not just our Golden Maknae, but a human being too. Your fans said earlier, that they’re happy for you, to be in relationship. So, if they meant it genuinly, they should have expect something like this to happen. After all,” he smiled at Jungkook, “you’re not that same boy in his deepest emo period of puberty, who you used to be.” 

When Jungkook was just staring at him with the same stare, Jin raised his eyebrows a bit with a small sigh. “Well,” he corrected his words, “maybe you still are… kind of.”

Jungkook couldn’t hold himself anymore and began to laugh, because, even if Jin-hyng tried his best to make him feel better, Jungkook still felt depressed, but he was so depressed, that he (it seemed like it was first time in his life) just closed all his worries in small small box inside his mind and with smile, which didn’t leave his face until the end of the day, he took a microphone in his hand.