#which kind of convinces me more that ���in bed” was a flippant joke response to highly personal question

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Hope in the Sheets.3

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Beta: @lunarlxve​ Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff, SMUT, Friends2Lovers,

Summary: You held many titles: his neighbor, colleague, wing-man… well, more likely a wing-woman, yet most importantly, you were his best friend. You had been friends since you were born. Between the two of you, you were younger; barely, but he never let you forget it. He always seemed to ruffle your hair and tease you, which could get rather annoying but he made up for it by treating you to things. What if a drunken one night stand between you and your best friend Hoseok leads to more complicated situations? Your reckless twenties are cut short as you find yourself suddenly responsible for something a little more.

Warning: Reference to a previous sexual encounter, pregnancy, mentions the word abortion. (the doctor just gives the reader a list of options and pamphlets.)

It was no good, no matter how much you tried to ignore him, Hoseok was an integral part of your life. The only time you two spent apart was when you were sleeping and now at work. Maybe this was good, you had needed time to think. With everything that had happened, you found it hard to look at Hoseok the same way. 

Realizing that you loved him didn’t help your situation, if anything, it made it worse, because now you were analyzing every smile he gave to you or others. Hanging onto every word he said as if it was the clue to revealing how he felt about you.

You were having trouble sleeping at night because of all this mental run around, and it was affecting your work life. You happened to catch each other after work, and whilst feeling emotional, you asked him.

“Are we friends?” You played with the hem of your dress and mentally slapped yourself for letting the question slip.

“Of course, we are best friends” Hoseok turned the bus lurching slightly, His firm arms securing you in your seat before you face planted the floor of the bus. He did this quite often knowing your body always relaxed on bus rides, and he had watched you fall one time after work and made it his duty to always catch you. 

 “What’s got you doubting me?” He smiled softly

“I don’t know, I just feel like you’re going to disappear,” it was a flippant way of answering but nonetheless true. 

“Hey, look at me, the only way I would leave you is unwillingly when I die,” he said.  “But even then I will haunt you as a ghost because I can’t let you stumble through life on your own.”

“Who will cuddle you when you feel sick, and who will catch you when you fall asleep on the bus?” He tickled your side and hugged you. “My little darling, I will be here to protect you for as long as this heart beats.”

You had told Hoseok there was so much going on you needed time to process the changes from work and he gave you a little space. For the first three days at least. But then he was back at your door, wanting to have dinner with you and watch Netflix. He claimed he missed his best friend and part of you was offended by the title.

You were being Friendzoned by a guy who also called you his dream girl after your rather spectacular one nightstand together that he doesn’t even remember. You looked at him, he was all dressed up and standing at your doorstep arms wide and an equally wide smile. 

He noticed your sour expression, and his hands dropped concern on his face. You turned away from the door leaving it open, and retreating into the depths of your tiny apartment. He caught the door stepping inside and pressing it shut. “Little Darling, tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Hobi, everything is okay. Really I just…” You slumped onto the couch, “I don’t know.”

“Well, I do know, and what I know is,” He said, starting his argument strongly. You panicked, thinking maybe he had figured it out. You tensed greatly, ready for the rejection. You weren’t ready, do you deny it or not perhaps you could convince him he was wrong, play it off cool like you don’t remember or something. He was closing in walking closer to you before he fell to his knees.

“Please let’s go to the club, I have to find my dream girl,” he pleaded, hands clasped together. You swatted his hands from your face like you swatted the intimate memories from your mind. 

“Can we just for tonight, not go out, how about pizza and go to bed early? I am so tired.” You sneezed, leaning back over the couch to the kitchen bench to grab a tissue. Your nose was stuffy and had been all day. Hoseok stood up, pulling off his brightly colored jacket and threw it on the arm of the couch.

“You must be getting sick, you keep sneezing,” Hoseok looked you over, placing his hand on your forehead. 

“I think I might be, I just feel so lethargic,” you whined, your body sank into the couch in relief. He doesn’t know yet, should you feel guilty for keeping this from him? Probably, but you didn’t because what he didn’t know kept him in your life.

“Hey, just lay down. I will make some tinned soup for you, we won’t go out tonight,” he hummed, looking at the sick look on your face. He was so worried you hadn’t the heart to tell him that sixty percent of how you felt was anxiety induced. “I would be too worried about you if I did.”

“Thanks, Hobi.” Your smile was genuine as he placed down the bowl of tomato soup, the kind with letters, and he sat with you. The two watched animated movies and laughed at the dumb humor. You were both so immature, but it was blissful, you had no responsibilities except yourselves and work, otherwise, you were happy to rot your brain and do nothing. Hobi carried you to your bed and wrapped you in the blankets.

“Thank you so much Hobi,” You said. You were so grateful to have him in your life. Seriously was your life worth living if your best friend through it all wasn’t beside your side.

“Hey, that’s what best friends are for,” he kissed your forehead telling you to text if you need anything before he went to his apartment next door. 

Needless to say, it was a rough night, you opened the balcony doors to your apartment, letting the gentle evening breeze cool your hot skin. How can someone be so sweaty? Perhaps you were breaking a world record without knowing. 

Hoseok walked with you to the bus stop, on the way through the urban jungle you called home, you passed a coffee shop. One that the two of you would frequent if you were early enough for work. Today however, the smell hit you wrong, and you felt absolutely disgusted walking away quickly. “Do you want a coffee, little darling?”

“No, thanks Hobi the smell is giving me a headache.”

“What about tea or hot chocolate?” You shook your head no. 

“No, I think I won’t today.” You walked to the bus stop and slumped onto the bench, your work uniform was in rain, or shine, the same frilly dress. So when you sat down, your bare thighs were on the cold metal of the bus bench. You launched yourself from the seat, but it was already too late your body reacted, tiny hairs on your arms legs neck raising in protest to the temperature.

You stood, using the wall of the bus stop to protect you from the cool breeze. The early mornings were always chilly, especially since you got up before or with the sun most days. Today was so bitingly cold that your nipples peaked, causing a small amount of pain under your clothes.

“Hey, are you all good? You look hella uncomfortable, like you're taking 3rd-year greek.” Hoseok sipped his coffee and did this thing where he would pout, and contemplate the flavor while the warmth filled his body. You had in fact questioned him one day about this particular habit and that was the only way he could explain it.

He sat down on the bench, and you walked over, and sat on his lap, he laughed placing his hand on the bench beside him. “That will freeze your itty bitty tush off won’t it, my little darling?”

“It’s all good. I have a strong Hobi horse. He has strong legs and lets me sit on his lap.” You smiled, not really wishing to explain what was happening. “On another note, despite your bitter coffee, you smell nice Hobi.” 

You wrapped your arms around him pressing your chest to his in hopes of warming up your chest, and while also resting your head on his shoulder so you could smell his spicy cologne. He must have thought your surprise hug was unexpected because he pinched his neck nervously before laughing, and easing into your familiar hold. 

“Did you book an appointment with the doctor?” You nodded, showing him the confirmation text which seemed to give him some relief. “Just don’t forget to see the doctor this afternoon, making the appointment and showing up, are two different things.”

“Don’t worry, I will remember, you just concentrate on your work.” You watched the bus slow to a stop. 

“Work is so much harder without you.” Hoseok stood up, and the two of you headed onto the bus taking your regular seats. “I miss how easy it felt, and how quickly the time passed when you were by my side making me laugh.”

“Yeah, I miss making dumb jokes during work, it’s hell without you there.”

“Plus, they have me working the haunted house ride, and you know I hate it, even if it is for kids. And I have to see their little faces covered in tears. It’s not a fun job.”

“I am sorry Hobi, maybe we can work together again soon.”

“I have already applied to work with you again, little darling once the trainee is finished learning the basics it will be you and me again,” you laughed at his forward-thinking. You didn’t think to apply now to work together, which would mean once training the new staff, it would take six weeks processing before you could work together. He did it already so when training ended, you would be together again. The bus hit the brakes, and Hoseok threw his arm out pulling you to his chest so you wouldn’t fall. 

You felt your heart racing, your body pressed to his so protectively. “Are you okay?” He straightened you up in your chair. 

“I’m alright, thank you for taking care of me.” He looked you in the eyes searching them,  and you were dazed staring into his eyes. 

You were thankful that yours was the next stop as you stepped out and vomited in the garden. Your stomach had churned from the jarring motion of the bus. 

The day moved slowly, and you found yourself thinking more and more on what could possibly be wrong. Could it be something serious, or even deadly? Whatever it was, it seemed the more you stewed over the issue, the more your anxiety worsened and your symptoms seemed almost stronger. 

You had unfortunately experienced dizzy spells throughout your shift until you had lunch, almost falling on a customer when you had buckled them in. But, you were thankful for a break, where you could sit down and vent while stuffing your face with Johnny in the staff room. 

It had made you feel better to just get out your frustration, and Johnny and Mark, from the burger joint had watched you aggressively devour your lunch. They even gave you some of the side dishes from theirs, claiming that you needed it for your energy. 

“It could be a blood sugar thing,” Johnny smiled, handing you another rolled omelet, “you said you were dizzy, and after eating you feel better.” He hummed, Mark was nodding, pointing at Johnny. 

“He is right, you know,” before pushing your water bottle closer. “Stay hydrated too, water is good.”

“Hey, Mark, Johnny you two are so sweet,” you said, finishing everything they had offered, already feeling much better.. 

“I will give you a lift after work to your appointment,” Johnny said. “Can’t have you roaming the streets. Hoseok would be furious.”

“I might have to take you up on that offer.” You yawned wanting nothing more than to sit all day. 

“Of course, meet me and Johnny at the front gate of the park, and we can cruise down the highway.” Mark grinned pretending to drive and wiggling a little in his seat. Mark finished his last spoonful of yogurt and berries which, you admit, you were particularly envious of. They looked so delicious. 

“I have to go pee before I get back to ride duty,” you said, scurrying away to the bathroom once more. You were sitting in the stall dreading going back to work. You were dreading working the rest of your shift without Hoseok, the one guy who made you happy. Without him, work was so tiresome.

You took a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from vomiting from the sheer anxiety of being away from Hoseok. It was almost unhealthy, the way you needed him to know what happened that night, and how you felt about him.  

There was way too much stress on your body, and you promptly threw up everything you ate for lunch. You cried, not only because you had wasted a really good lunch, but because you felt so alone. It was akin to losing a friend, and he was your only friend, the longest, and closest friend you had.

Sniffing, you wiped your face and blew your nose before heading to the sink to clean up your face, “are you okay?” A woman asked, looking concerned, she was waiting for her daughter to finish in the stall so they could resume their day out at the theme park.

“I’m okay,” you reassured her. “Just a bit sick”

“Have you been drinking?” She eyed you up and down before her beady orbs landed on your name tag.

“God no, I am just dying of some untreatable disease,” You said hoping the judgemental woman would back off, and she was literally stepping away from you. You rolled your eyes walking from the bathroom. and back to work.

After work, you trekked through the park passing the haunted house and almost laughed at Hoseok’s cute pout face. You gave him a big wave, and he beamed waving back. It was so wholesome and made your grueling day worth it.

Mark jogged over with a grin, “Come on Y/n let’s get you to the doctor so you feel all better.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you saw Hosoek’s face fall slightly. It was wishful thinking to assume it was because of you, but you knew it was because of the fact you got to go home a little earlier, as the big rides stop a half an hour earlier than the little rides, shops, and stalls.

With a final wave to Hoseok, you blew him a kiss and sent finger hearts across the park, he caught them all acting cute, and making a big heart over his head. You giggled and turned to the side to see Mark waving his free hand and throwing hearts as well, You smacked him in the stomach, and he laughed leading you out.

“You are going to the doctor, and they will make you all fine and dandy.” Mark sang the strange song through the parking lot to Johnny’s Black sedan. “You are going to the doctor and they will make you feel right as rain, You are going to the doctor and they will make you feel…”

“Fit as a fiddle?”

“Oh, you’re fit already,” he winked. causing you to blush and slap his stomach. “I am beginning to think you hate me, you keep hitting me.”

“You are only now realizing?” You joked running to the car, whilst calling shotgun.

“Hey, that is cheating,” he shouted, chasing after you.

Johnny gave you a ride to the little clinic in your neighborhood, Mark was making jokes the whole time from the back seat finding new ways to say that you would be okay. He had used ‘healthy as a horse’, ‘as good as new’, and ‘a picture of good health’. Each one mad Johnny more, and more annoyed, but he didn’t say anything as he saw how happy it made you. Laughing eased your nerves for your checkup. 

“We are here, do you need anything else?” Johnny smiled softly. “We can wait outside in the parking lot if you need.”

“No really, it’s okay, I will be perfectly fine.” You squared your shoulders feeling kind of silly for all this hassle, you felt perfectly fine now, and you thought maybe they would think you were faking it. 

“Thank you for the ride.” You stepped out of the car, grabbing your bags.

“You have our numbers if you need anything,” You shut the door and had gotten only a few steps before Mark leaned out the window shouting “you forgot your jacket.”

Turning back to the car idling in the no standing zone, you saw Mark waving your jacket out the window with enough veracity like he was single-handedly trying to stop a war and your jacket was the purest white flag. You ran back grabbing your jacket, flashing another grateful smile. These were two of the sweetest boys you had met; they had such gentle natures and loved to take care of others even if they were a little clumsy at it.

One final wave, that reminded you of two parents leaving their child at camp. You turned and strode toward the doctor’s clinic, You dogged every single surface and person within the waiting room, you knew multiple people here were carrying some virus you didn’t want.

The oasis, in the desert, was the reception desk, complete with  hand sensor sanitizer that you immediately utilized. “Good afternoon I am here for my appointment, my name is (Full name).”

“Of course, the doctor had some cancelations, so he is running ahead of time, so you shouldn’t be waiting long.”

Standing off to the side, you were thankful for almost immediately hearing your name called by a familiar white coat figure. You chased after the doctor, you had seen him once or twice before for a few common colds, and viruses’ during the flu seasons.

“Well miss y/n, what brings you here today?”

“A few days ago I started feeling off, I had a blocked nose and kept sneezing. Since then I have been dizzy, a little nauseous, sweaty, not to mention the hormones.” You seemed to plateau for a moment before remembering the ordeal earlier in the day, and fueling your confessions to the doctor “and this morning the smell of coffee almost made me vomit, and my boobs were hurting it’s just been these little things piling up, and I know I am probably just making an issue about nothing, but it’s just not my normal, so I thought I would check.”

“Okay well, I would like you to take this,” he said, handing you a cup, “ and pee in it. Bring it back when you’re done, okay?” He smiled and you went to the bathroom where you peed in the container making sure to close the lid, washing and then drying the outside of the jar.

“This is a urinalysis stick test, each little square will react differently, and tell me different things. Glucose, ph, etc, all that in one little test,” he smiled, taking a stick, dipping it into the cup and waited for a moment before extracting and examining the results against the jar with a small smile. “I had a sneaking suspicion this might be the problem.”

“What is it?” it couldn’t be that easy to determine what was wrong could it? He grinned, at you before cleaning everything up. 

“Congratulations, you are pregnant. So, I will refer you to get some blood tests and even an ultrasound,” You felt like you were about to pass out your stomach feeling heavy with this new weight, and responsibility. He just kept talking, and you felt like the room had become so small, sweat dripping down your neck.

“Oh, are you sure?”

“When was the last time you had a period?” He asked, typing away on the computer.

“Um… Let me check.” Your voice cracked, and you knew you were crying as you tried to open the app. “Um...  five weeks ago?”

“Hey, it’s okay. I am here, you are okay. I have time, let's take a deep breath, and talk about everything, okay?” He rubbed your shoulder, and you nodded sniffling, he offered you some tissues and you tried to pull yourself together.

“So, technically that means you are five weeks pregnant, do you know the conception date at all?” He continued typing away on the computer, and he began taking details. He was talking so softly, reassuring you the whole time. “You must be relieved it isn’t something immediately life-threatening. As your doctor, I must educate you on all aspects as well.ere are some brochures on pregnancy, some on adoption and abortion. I am an unbiased figure, and I will stand by you, whatever your decision.”

He must have noticed your discomfort. “Do you have any family or friends you can talk to? I want to know you have support. If not, there are some support groups in the brochures.” You nodded thinking of your family. It had been a long time since you had seen any of them. Even without them, you had Hoseok, you always had Hoseok.

“Well, it seems you have a good support network. Now let me tell you about your options in a little more detail.”

It was an extensive appointment, and you were given a prescription slip for in the event you didn’t want to go through with everything. You would have to go to the pharmacy and have a long conversation with the nurse who worked there, giving them an extensive amount of information before you could get the prescription filled. It was a daunting thought. “I will give you my card. This is my number if you have any questions.”

You placed all the things into your bag, and began walking when you stopped outside Jin’s bar, it was too early and wasn’t open but you thought you would try anyway. Pulling out your phone you texted Seokjin.

[You: Jin are you at the bar at the moment?] [Jin: Yeah I am just setting up for the night.] [You: Can I come in?] [Jin: You are here?] [Jin: Of course.] [Jin: I love visitors.]

The door swung open, and Seokjin poked his head out with a bright grin, He beckoned you inside before shutting the door. You couldn’t help but burst into tears causing him to shriek, and scope you into his arms.

“My Angel, what is wrong?” He was so concerned. He had never seen you like this before.

He was having a hard time deciphering your words through the fierce sobs that racked your body. He sat you on the bar and held your hands. “Breath okay, slow down your breathing, or you will vomit, or pass out okay? ready? together in, two, three, out, two three, in, two, three, four.”

He watched you settle, and hugged you in his arms just holding you.

“Tell me what happened?” He said, softly rubbing your back.

“I went to the doctor.” You looked up at him with misty eyes, and a watery voice.

“Oh god.” A voice said behind you, and you turned to see Jimin running his hand through his hair. His eyes spilling tears at the sight of you. “Do I need a drink? Please don’t tell me you are dying?”

You laughed holding out your arms, “I wouldn’t be able to handle that.”

“I am not dying.” You sniffed, rubbing his back, “I am pregnant.”

They froze looking at you waiting for the punchline, but the pause went on for far too long and you all just sort of stood there looking around. They obviously didn’t know what to say, if they should congratulate you, or not. “Wah! it’s so awkward.” Seokjin jerked his neck with an audible aish, making you laugh.

“Do we say congratulations?” Jimin said.

“I don’t know, I haven’t decided what I am going to do. I was going to decide tonight.” you breathed softly hand clasped around the prescription slip in your pocket. 

“Hey, take some time to decide one night isn’t enough, this is a big decision,” Seokjin said.

“I’m scared, I haven’t got a job, no boyfriend or partner, and I live in a run-down rented apartment. My diet consists of chicken nuggets for Christ sake!” You buried your face in your hands. 

“I’m scared, I am not responsible enough for this, and the longer I wait with this thing inside me, I will want to keep it,” you cried again. “Because I already want to keep it.”

“So, take some time, think everything over carefully,” Seokjin said, “I am a good cook, I will make something and drop them around okay? We will work together to get you a better job and apartment. We will make sure everything works out. Or, if you decide now isn’t the right time, we are all by your side and will support you whatever you chose.”

“What did Hoseok say?” Jimin asked, and the guilt set in. The two looked at you expectantly, and you knew it was probably the world’s way of saying ‘TELL HOSEOK EVERYTHING!’.

“I haven’t told him,” you bit your lip, your hand crumpled the prescription papers some more.

“Oh, right cause he is at work?”

“No, Because I don’t know if I want to tell him.” You envied the two who had poured themselves a drink before work, and wished you could quell your anxieties.

“Why not, he is your best friend, you tell each other everything, and he would be the best person to support you.” Seokjin was very logical when it came to serious matters. “I don’t think he would be against it, what is holding you back?”

“He is the father,” you blurted the words out, and Seokjin spat his drink across the bar. 

“He is what now? When did you two become a thing?” He dried himself, and you frowned.

“We aren’t. We just were both blind drunk, remember that night? He doesn’t know we had a one night stand, and I would rather he doesn’t find out.”

“Bit hard when the evidence is cooking in your tummy.” Jimin sighed, “I’m gonna have another drink, do you want…” 

Your glare had cut him off, and he giggled, apologizing. Seokjin poured you an orange juice garnishing it with a straw, and a little umbrella.

You all relaxed for a little bit lost in thought as the boys set up tables, Yoongi arrived and grinned, kissing your cheek. “You starting early, doll face?”

“Nope, it’s juice, turns out you can’t drink when you’re pregnant, who knew?” 

“Yeah, I have heard that.” He froze running back to the bar, “You what, when?”

“You remember the last time they were in?” Jin grinned, prepping a few glasses while Jimin crushed up the ice that sometimes froze over during the day. “Turns out Y/n was having more cocktails then what I was mixing.”

“With who?” Everyone turned to him, and his jaw dropped. “No, You and Hoseok finally made a mixtape.”

“What are these euphemisms? Please none of you have kids.” You sighed, and looked around “If anyone asks the father is… Jimin,” You pointed and he fell to the floor laughing.

“I am famously open to all genders, but I am in a relationship,” He sighed.

“Yoongi?” You pointed, and he laughed. 

“Nah, love, you can’t drag me into this mess.” He turned your finger to Jin, who had his arms crossed. 

“Why am I the last resort?” He asked, offended, and you gave a weak smile. 

“Because... it is so unbelievable that you would spend a night with me?” The way your voice rose in pitch didn’t go unnoticed. 

“One, don’t like how that was posed like a question,” his mock tone of annoyance made you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “Two, of course, I would. Kim Seokjin doesn’t discriminate love is love, and I got a lot to share around.” 

“It’s true, that guy really makes you feel loved,” Yoongi hummed, as Seokjin blew him a kiss. 

“Please, while I figure everything out? Please just pretend to be my baby daddy, it’s just if Hoseok asks, or one of you let it slip,” you pleaded. 

“Alright, but if I am playing baby daddy, I’m going to treat this as if it’s real, I am going to be supportive.” He sighed, placing his hands on the bar, and leaning over you. 

“If Hoseok thinks it was me, and I am not around to take care of you, he will beat my ass, so prepare to get fat. I am going to keep you fed until you can decide what you want to do.”

“Man after my own heart,” Yoongi grinned, placing his hand on your back. “You’re going to be a thick baby momma.”

“Aww cute,” Jimin made grabby hands to hug you, and you let him, relishing in the support of your wacky friends. 

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