bts pregnancy scenarios (+ editing)

18+ Greedy pt. 4: Taehyung 🌹

No smut but mature theme which isn't fit for minors.

The tapping sound of your footwear echoes inside the empty hall that you were sitting in as you wait for that spoilt b*tch to come out of your room all ready since that time had come when you two were to attend the party thrown by his colleague slash your family friend, Mr. Park.

You make a petulant face as you pull your lips together, thinking about baby names as you try your very best to distract yourself from Dohyun. Well the thing is that him being acknowledged about tae is one big headache you can't seemingly waver off-- not unless you're certain he's forgotten his name at least..

"Let's go" you hear the voice calling you out to which you naturally scan from where it came from..

You find your husband, who was looking fly as ever, you do admit he's not as bad looking as his deeds, he's smart and dresses up ever so gentlemanly.. well the irony ladies and gentlemen!

"Uh yeah...." You murmur as you begin getting up, your right hand taking support of the arm of the blue velvet couch and the other one taking support of your back which had recently started to ache a lot because of the foreign weight of that growing belly of yours you now we're carrying.

He stops fixing his black silk necktie as soon as you fully get up and pick up your clutch, which you had kept on the counter ahead of the couch earlier as you were waiting on this creep

"What are you wearing?" He mutters, getting back to fixing his tie

You raise your eyebrows as your eyes dart towards the dress.
For an occasion as rich as Mr.Park's party, you knew you had picked the righteous choice.. it was a simple black silk gown, which had this slit cut by the knee of your right leg.
It wasn't revealing at the chest region at all either, it had a V-cut which wasn't too deep nor too covered.

"W-what's wrong?" You ask, defeated at your attempts to find any flaws

"That.." he points at your belly before warming his hands inside his pants pockets, "we haven't revealed about it and I swear I am not a fan of those non sensical blessings and sh*t people do to congratulate.. let's just keep it low, hmm?" He says as he nears your frame and leans closer, hands still drawn inside his pockets

"Go wear a shrug or whatever.. I'll be waiting in the car.." he orders

You stand there still, pondering over the words he just said.. What on earth is this man even??
It's just you who knows about this kid not being a creation through his hoe-ish sperms but god forbids, had it been his.. would he have reacted this way to his own child, too?
He's covering it up just because he doesn't likes all the canoodling shiz with you out in the public?

Well of course you don't want his love either but this child? Does he deserves to be suffering as equally as his eomma?

He turns on his heels as he begins pacing his way towards the main door but soon his feet stop moving as soon as you call him out.
Surely this has to be first time in forever that you've found this much courage to actually call out for him to defend yourself

"I-I am showing more than before now.. a shrug won't help hide it.." you say, averting your eyes from the ground and to him every now and then..
"Don't you want this child?"

He chuckles mockingly as he gloats you.. he slowly walks back to you and stops right in front of your timid body.

"Really?" He barks as he grips your cheeks tightly, making you gasp in shock at the sudden touch.

Your heart beat starts racing as you panic anticipating what he'll do next.

"Where are your manners pet? Is that how you talk to your husband?" He chirps, hands squeezing your cheeks
"I mean I don't mind if you want to go there at the party crying and whining.." he laughs, "all bruised.." he singsongs