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fanta-ceo · 7 years ago

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SF9 Finds Out You’re Pregnant with Their Kid

scenario: how does your idol boyfriend react to you being pregnant with their child? a/n: I loved the intensity of this request lol the caps was a nice touch. Initially, I was like, “I can’t do this” but it turned out to be shockingly fun to write. tried to keep this short? it didn’t work? Everyone’s older in this, especially our maknae line (if it makes you uncomfortable, don’t read chani’s till jan 17 when he’s officially 18 internationally)

Inseong:

Inseong knows something's wrong by the way you won't stop crying. He's tried telling stupid jokes (you ignored him), falling over on purpose to make you laugh (you cried harder), bringing you chocolate (you left it untouched), and cooking you steak (that was hard to ignore but it was rare and you went hysterical because you still haven't been able to tell him why you can't eat rare steaks now). He leaves you alone for awhile after that, and you wallow in misery, wondering how you're going to tell your idol boyfriend that you've just ruined both of your lives.

A few hours later, he comes into the dark room. You're exhausted but too stressed to sleep, worrying about how you'll tell him. "You're pregnant, right?" He states quietly. You sit up and gape at him, shocked. He gives you a tentative smile. "I found the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter..." Oh shit you totally forgot—"Baby, is that why're crying?" he asks, sitting down on the bed. You nod at him slowly, chin quivering against a fresh onslaught of tears. "Why do you look so sad then?" Inseong asks, reaching for your hand to squeeze it tenderly. "This is a happy thing. We're going to have a baby."

You throw your arms around him, holding him so tightly you wonder if he can breathe. He laughs softly. "I thought you'd be mad," you mumble. He kisses your shoulder.

"We didn't expect this," he says. "But it's a beautiful thing. And we'll do this together."

"What about your career?" you ask, voice shaking.

"Life is about a lot more than fame and fans," he says gently. "I'm not going to look back at this life in regret. No matter what, we will make this work. Every sacrifice will be worth it," he kisses your shoulder again. "But let's not worry about that yet. Let's take it one day at a time."

Taeyang:

You called him in tears but weren't able to get the words out. He was immediately panicked—comforting you without knowing the problem, telling you it was all going to be okay. You sent him the text an hour later, unable to say it to his face when you crushed him with the news, so you took the coward's way out to give him time to react in his own way. He didn't text back. You laid in bed feeling too sick to eat dinner, waiting for hours for him to come home. Around 11, you began to think he wouldn't come home at all. You dozed fitfully, your waking hours an alternation of staring off into space and crying.

When the front door open, you jerked away. He came into the room quietly, not calling your name, but when he came into the bedroom, he was clearly lost in his mind. When your eyes connected, however, he softened with empathetic, gentle sorrow. You could feel yourself begin to cry, too weak to hold it in, and he immediately came to bed, wrapping you in his arms. "It's okay," he says, rocking you gently while you cried into his chest. You thought you were done crying, but his kindness in this situation was too much. "It's going to be okay. I promise."

"I'm sorry," you cried.

"This isn't your fault," he says softly but firmly. "It's definitely going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you." You never detect a hint of blame for your circumstances, an ounce of resentment. He remains gentle and loving as he always does, and somehow, he turns a tragedy into something beautiful—the way it should be.

Rowoon (Seokwoo)

He finds you locked in the bathroom, trying to quiet your cries. He knocks softly. You ignore him with baited breath, hoping he'll go away. He calls your name softly through the door, sounding so gentle it makes your tears slide hot and fast down your cheeks as you close your eyes. He asks you why you're sitting in there in the dark. Can he come in? You shake your head, knowing he can't see you. "I'm not mad," he says, pleading. "I want to give you hug. The idea that you're hurting right now... I want to hold you." Seokwoo's voice sounds muffled but so sincere. You let your head fall back against the wall quietly, eyes shut. You know you should let him in. It's just hard.

You didn't want him to find out like that—from your friend blurting it out at dinner in front of everyone. You'd met Seokwoo's stunned eyes with panic, and his lips had parted like he wanted to speak but no sound came out, and you had to run. "We'll figure this out," Seokwoo says softly from the other side of the door. "Will you let me in?" You know you're being childish. You know it, especially... when he's being so nice about this. You finally get to your feet and slowly open the door.

You barely see the light of the hall before Seokwoo has swallowed you up in his arms, rocking you side to side gently. You laugh despite yourself, blinking away tears. "I love you," he says, leaning down to nuzzle you. "It'll be okay. We'll be okay."

"Okay," you whisper. And with his arms around you like this, you can't help but believe him.

Youngbin:

He panics, just the way you knew he would. He goes completely white, stunned into silence, then he's stuttering incoherently, then he jumps to his feet and begins to pace, tearing at his hair as he talks to himself a mile a minute, trying to make logical sense of this without taking the time to process his emotions. It's worse than you feared. "Youngbin," you try to say, voice cracking with the stress, but he can't hear you over his own panicking. Your sob stops him in his tracks. You hide your face in your hands, curling over and burying your face in your knees as your fear and anxiety overwhelms you.

"It'll be okay," Youngbin says, falling to his knees so quickly it must hurt as he frantically assures you, wrapping an arm around you with a desperation to comfort you. You sob, pitiful. "It'll be okay. I'll take care of it. I'll take care of you. Okay? We'll be fine. We'll get through this. I promise."

Youngbin stays up for two nights, reading everything he can about pregnancies. He keeps popping into your apartment with prenatal vitamins and spinach and a heating pad, anything he's read that will be good for the baby. He goes a mile a minute for so long. You think it isn't until four months, with his hand on your stomach and he feels your son kick for the first time that it finally hits Youngbin what's coming. He falls back on the floor, and he's smiling and laughing, and then he's crying.

"Youngbin," you say softly, heart clenching with empathy.

"I'm not ready," Youngbin says. "I'm not ready—I'm so sorry, I—I don't know how to be a dad, I—"

"It'll be okay," you say, coming to kneel carefully in front of him, wrapping your arms around him.

"You shouldn't be kneeling," he hiccups.

You don't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm not made of glass," you chide. "Youngbin, it's okay. You don't have to know that yet."

"It's so soon," Youngbin says, looking up at you with blotchy skin and red-rimmed eyes, miserable and panicked. "Five more months."

"You've been trying so hard to assume responsibility," you soothe. "You haven't taken time to process it. Youngbin, my family will support me. If you need to take a step back, that's okay." It hurts to say it, but you know you need to give him permission to run away.

But this is Youngbin. "I'll figure it out," he promises. "I'm just..." he runs his hand through his hair. "I promise, I'll figure this out."

"In five months, you'll have a son," you say softly. "But he'll be small, and he won't understand what you're saying yet. All you need to know is how to hold him, and how to change a diaper, and how to feed him. You'll learn to be a father, bit by bit. You don't have to be prepared for everything."

He sucks in quick, deep breaths, but each one is longer and longer as he regains his calm. He nods slowly. "You're right," he says. "You're right. I can do this.”

Jaeyoon:

"Why are you acting like this?" Jaeyoon asks, but there's no accusation in his voice the way you want—just a pleading desperation for you to finally explain why you're so upset.

"Because I'm fucking pregnant!" You yell, immediately turning away to hide the ugly face you're making as you sob angrily, painfully. You can feel the panic like an entity inside of you, overwhelming and controlling you, stealing your ability to breathe as you begin to hyperventilate. Your entire world has crumbled around you because of carelessness and lust, and you're about to lose everything. Everything. His silence only confirms your worst nightmares.

"Chagi..." Jaeyoon whispers, but he doesn't sound angry. He sounds broken. "I'm so sorry... Chagiya, please, look at me," he says. "Can I touch you?" he asks, gentle. You don't want to answer such a stupid question, but finally, you nod harshly, and he immediately pulls you into a hug. "I'm so sorry. Please don't cry... I'll take care of this. I'm sorry. Don't cry." At first, you're stiff in his arms, but at his words, you find yourself melting. And then, you collapse against him, clinging to his shirt and crying into his chest.

"I'm sorry, so sorry," he keeps apologizing as if in a mantra. "I'll take care of you... This is scary, right? I'm sorry..."

"I'm so scared," you cry.

"It will be okay. Do you hear me?" Jaeyoon asks softly. "It'll be okay."

Jaeyoon feels guilty, you come to realize in the months that follow. He feels like this is his fault. Other men would brush you aside, but Jaeyoon is intent on full responsibility. We should live together, but we can't get married until later, okay? But we will. I'm not going to date anyone else. And I won't always be there, so make sure to stay with your parents while I'm gone. I'll pay for the apartment. You don't ask where he'll get that kind of money. You expect his parents to scorn you, but you think you know where Jaeyoon got his kindness from, because she is nothing but warm and loving with you.

It takes you awhile to admit to yourself why the pregnancy news devastated you so much. You were so sure that you'd lose him. But Jaeyoon has chosen this path, walking it with the determination of a prisoner walking to his execution. When you give him the opportunity to leave, over and over, he just holds you and says, "I want to be here." Day by day, you come to believe him.

Zuho:

Juho laughs. You stare at him in sheer disbelief. "How did you fake this?" he chuckles, waving the pregnancy stick at you way too casually. "This is really clever, for a second there, my heart stopped—"

"Fake?" You echo, your voice sounding distant with your blood, broiling hot, roaring in your ears. "You think this is fake? Baek Juho, do you think I'd fucking joke about something like this?"

"Wait, you mean this isn't a joke?" Juho's eyes are huge with shock.

"Of course not! Why do you look so stunned?" You yell. You know you're not being fair, but you're trembling with anger and fear. You and Juho are close, and he always takes good care of you, but he's also impulsive with a growing career. The kind of life that would be poisoned by early fatherhood. You guys bicker, but you've never seriously fight, and you're sure that he don't love you as much as you love him. That he's going to walk away—even if not today, then tomorrow once he figures this all out.

"Bu-but how?" He squeaks, face going ashen white as the realization hits him. "We—we use condoms, we're safe—"

"Condoms aren't foolproof!" You bite back.

"But you're on the pill—"

"Juho, it doesn't matter how, I am now fucking pregnant—"

"Ah—you're right, sorry, sorry—please, calm down," Juho pleads, standing up and reaching for you, his eyes deep with apology. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be stupid. Don't get upset. It's okay, seriously."

"It's not okay!" You snap, but your voice is beginning to shake with tears.

"It'll be okay," he promises, rubbing your upper arms soothingly as he stares straight into your eyes. "Come on, please don't cry. Okay? Let's just be calm about this."

"How can I be calm," you hiss, "about being fucking pregnant with an idol's baby? My mother—fuck, my mother—"

"Hey, hey, hey," Juho says. "Don't panic. Breathe. Breathe with me. I know you're scared, but I promise, it's going to be okay. You have to believe me. It's going to be okay." He says, giving you a firm look. "We'll talk about everything. We'll handle it as it comes." That's the kind of thing you're afraid of—that as it comes will mean Juho leaves it all to you. As if Juho can read your mind, he says, "I'm going to be right here with you. It will be okay. Let's not talk about this while we're upset. Let's be gentle about this. If we're going to be parents, we've got to be calm."

"Really?" you ask, voice small. "You... you think you can be a parent?"

"We'll both be parents," Juho says. "I—I mean, whatever you want, of course," he stammers immediately. "It's up to you."

You realize he's talking about aborting it. "I'm not getting rid of it," you say softly, feeling more calm from his reassurances, despite the terror and anxiety simmering beneath the surface. Somehow, Juho's offership of partnership is keeping those feelings at bay. Alone, you know you can't handle this, but Juho seems strangely put together, like you can rely on him.

"Okay," he nods. "Then we'll both be parents."

Hwiyoung (Youngkyun)

Youngkyun doesn't look up as you pad across the room towards him; he makes for a classy image, reading in an armchair, except you know he's just reading comics. You don't ask permission before you pluck the book out of his hands, bookmarking it carefully and setting it on the side table as you climb onto his lap, straddling him. He blinks up at you, but his lips curve into a smile as he runs his hand up and down your thighs slowly. "I was reading," he says, no bite in his words as you lean down to kiss his collarbone.

"I know I should do this in an exciting way," you respond. "But I don't think I can wait any longer."

"Hm?" he asks, fingering a lock of your hair as you pull back to look him in the eyes.

"I'm pregnant," you say, trying to keep a straight face, but you feel the giant grin spreading across your face. He stares at you in dumb shock for a moment, completely stunned. And then—he's grinning and laughing, crushing you to him in a fierce hug. You start to laugh too, sheer relief and joy making it difficult to stop.

"I'm so happy, I'm so happy—" he keeps whispering. "I—I'm getting emotional," he chuckles roughly.

"I am too," you whisper, feeling the gratitude sting your throat. After a seven year relationship and your marriage over a year ago, it felt normal and good to try for a baby. To get pregnant has been a dream of yours for a few years now, and of course Youngkyun was always going to be the father. You haven't loved anyone else.

He sniffles. "Are you crying?" you whisper, kissing the base of his neck tenderly.

"I'm really happy," he says softly, arms tightening around you.

Dawon (Sanghyuk)

Sanghyuk can tell something is off from the moment he gets home. He's quiet about his suspicions, but when he notices your hands shaking during dinner, he finally has to ask. You deflect and avoid which gets him increasingly upset. You plead for him to just give you some time, but he's beginning to get more and more panicked. "Are you breaking up with me?" he finally asks, standing up from the table.

You gape up at him. "...I'm pregnant."

He completely freezes, his anger sapped away by shock. He sits down, staring at you dumbly. You wait in worry, clenching and unclenching your hands into fists as you begin to feel more and more sick at the implications. Sanghyuk is driven and passionate; something like this could destroy his career. Sanghyuk buries his face in his hands, not speaking. He could lose everything because of you. Unless—you both pretended the child belonged to someone else.

"It's okay," you say softly. "I'm not going to do anything to risk your career."

His eyes snap up to yours quickly, pleading. "Don't get rid of it." You assure him that you don't plan to. He looks down at the floor, processing grimly as he begins to tear at his hair in aggravation. It feels like you sit there for an eternity while he thinks. "I'm sorry," he says, looking up at you at last. "I'm so sorry." You blink back tears as you shake your head.

"It's okay," you assure him.

"It's not," he says. "I'm not going to abandon our kid. I'm not that kind of guy —you know that."

"You don't have to admit he's yours," you say, looking down. "No one has to know." But Sanghyuk is putting on a brave face as he stubbornly shakes his head.

It takes awhile for Sanghyuk to soften. At first, he's terrified to admit his worries for fear of coming off as selfish. You're patient with him as you always are. There are times when he's scared, when he wants to back out—when his company rips into him for his carelessness, when you guys have to make arrangements and rush into a marriage you must keep secret from his fans for now in order to protect his future. But he isn't backing out. He puts on a brave face, and with each step, his fear begins to fade. And when he holds your baby girl for the first time, and he's laughing and crying with intense emotion, you know everything is going to be okay.

Chani (Chanhee)

You ended things with a text while he was on tour. He called, you didn't answer. Your friends think you're insane, but it's none of their damn business. You move in with your parents, no matter how much it stings your pride, because you know full well how much help you're going to need. It's a month before you see him again at such an unexpected time—he's pounding on your parents' doorbell, and your mom is giving you a look, and when you open the door, you try to feel angry.

He looks haggard, he looks angry out of his mind, and he looks scared. He stares at you like he almost can't believe it's you, that this moment has finally come. You hate how you immediately feel so vulnerable, like he can see through everything. "A text?" Chanhee asks, and despite his anger, his voice is low and controlled. "What the hell?"

"You need to leave."

"You owe me an explanation," he says.

You don't know how it comes out—he won't leave, and he's so angry, but he's still treating you gently. It doesn't take long before you're blinking back tears because you hate this and you feel so trapped, so scared, and you only wanted to free him, but it's getting harder and harder to keep it inside—so you finally blurt it out. He stares at you in dumb shock, echoing your words stupidly. You nod angrily, wiping at your eyes and hating how you're losing your composure. "So just get out," you say.

"You get pregnant, and instead of telling me, you break up with me? Y/n, what the hell!' After that, Chanhee interrogates you. You finally, grudgingly let him inside, and you sit on the stairs while he paces. Are you keeping it? At this point: obviously. Did you move back in with your parents over this? It sure looks like you did. Have you been taking care of yourself? Well, you're doing your best while mourning a breakup with the best guy you've ever dated (which is completely your fault, you realize). Were you ever planning on telling him? Maybe it's naive, but no, you weren't. Did you really mean what you said in that shitty breakup text?

You blink back tears desperately. "No," you say shortly, avoiding his eyes. He crouches in front of you, staring up at you pleadingly.

"Then we're not breaking up," he says softly. "This isn't the kind of decision you make on your own."

"You don't have to take responsibility, Chanhee," you say, looking away deliberately. Meeting his eyes is too painful. "I'm giving you a choice. You don't have to do this."

"No, you didn't give me a choice at all," Chanhee says. "And you made the wrong one because I'm not going anywhere. We can do this."

"What about your job?" you mumble through unmoving lips, terrified of his answer.

"Let me worry about my job," he says. "I'll figure something out."

"I'm sorry," you say, lips trembling. "I—I was just so scared, and I felt so guilty—"

He pulls you into a hug, crushing you to his chest fiercely, and you feel the tears finally spill over. "This isn't your fault," he says. "Don't you dare blame yourself. It's going to be okay." And you finally lose it, crying into his chest while he holds you tightly.

a/n: lol on hwiyoung: someone had to be doing it on purpose. I just can’t see him doing it on accident.

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