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“What did you buy?” Junkyu asked, munching on chips. He was referring to the plastic bag that Doyoung had gotten from the nearby pharmacy.
Junkyu didn’t notice the brief panic on Doyoung’s face. “I’ll show you, but you have to promise not to freak out.”
“I’ll try my best!” Junkyu said after swallowing. Doyoung bit his lip before reaching into the plastic bag and taking out a pregnancy test, the white box clearly having the words ‘rapid detection pregnancy test.’ Junkyu froze once he realized what Doyoung was holding.
Why the hell did Doyoung buy a pregnancy test?
“Wha-”
“You’re the one who suggested that I’m pregnant! This is all your fault!” Doyoung yelled, tears of frustration threatening to spill. Doyoung looked angry and Junkyu was beginning to wonder if he really had done something terribly wrong.
How wrong was it to joke around with your boyfriend about pregnancy?
“Stop!” Doyoung yelled, slapping Junkyu’s phone out of his hands. Junkyu winced at the loud noise that his phone made when it hit the practice room floor. He quickly picked up his phone, sighing in relief when his screen was still perfect.
“What’s wrong with you lately? You never get used to get upset when I wanted pictures.” Junkyu said, pouting slightly. Doyoung rolled his eyes. He himself had no idea why he was feeling so incredibly irritable.
He wanted to scream at Junkyu whenever he did quite literally anything. Everything that Junkyu said and did was irritating for no reason. Doyoung felt guilty for wanting to scalp his boyfriend, but he couldn’t help but feel the way that he did.
“I’m sorry hyung. I don’t know what’s wrong with me either.” Junkyu only shrugged before laying down on the couch, unlocking his phone and picking a random game to play.
“We have to get back to practice.” Doyoung mumbled, walking over to the mirrors in the practice room to examine himself.
“What if you’re pregnant? When my aunt was pregnant, she acted exactly like you, but like with a big belly and all.” Doyoung nearly started coughing at the suggestion.
Why would he be pregnant? There was absolutely no way. He couldn’t be pregnant! He was an idol. Having a baby would ruin his career, heck he could lose his job. No one besides his parents knew that he was dating Junkyu which was a problem in itself. Now he had a whole different issue on his back.
Suddenly, all his heated nights with his boyfriend started flashing in his head, all the details and, oh.
More than half the times he had sex with Junkyu there was no condom involved.
Doyoung forced himself to laugh and luckily for him, Junkyu was too dense to catch on. “You’re so silly hyung! Imagine if we had a baby? That would be crazy.” Doyoung joked, his boyfriend laughing along.
In reality, Doyoung was terrified. He was absolutely terrified by the fact that he could possibly be carrying life inside of him.
Okay, perhaps it was terrible to joke about pregnancy with your boyfriend. Especially when your active sexual life consists of one condom a month.
“Doyoung I was only joking! You didn’t have to buy a pregnancy test. I didn’t think that you would take that so seriously.”
Junkyu said, carefully taking the box from Doyoung’s hands. He examined the box for a couple seconds before looking at his boyfriend.
“You can return-” Junkyu cut himself off when Doyoung started crying, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. Junkyu felt terrible. If only he had kept his stupid little jokes to himself. Now the love of his life was weeping.
Junkyu quickly embraced Doyoung, lightly rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him. He let Doyoung cry on his shoulder, one hand still holding the pregnancy test.
“I w-want to take the test. Just to be sure.” Doyoung said, voice cracking from his crying. Junkyu pet his head, kissing Doyoung’s cheek and smiling reassuringly.
“Okay. How about you try it tomorrow? It’s getting late and Hyunsuk hyung is bringing dinner soon.” Doyoung nodded, removing himself from Junkyu’s embrace and wiping his face.
“I’m so dramatic-” Doyoung jumped when there was harsh knocking on the dorm door. Junkyu quickly put the pregnancy test in the plastic bag and grabbed it, running to his room after. Doyoung ran to the door and opened it.
“Doyoungie? What are you doing here? Is Jihoon not cooking tonight? What about Mashi? I’m not going to ask about Jeongwoo, he touches an egg, and it explodes.”
Hyunsuk said, walking into the dorm with boxes of fried chicken. Haruto followed behind him carrying several cans of carbonated drinks.
Doyoung only smiled, hoping that his two members wouldn’t be able to tell that he had been crying.
“Jihoon hyung and Mashi hyung went out for dinner. Jeongwoo said that he’d rather suck Jaehyuk hyung’s dick than try and cook. He left the dorm after saying that.”
Hyunsuk started coughing at the statement, Haruto laughing behind him. Doyoung couldn’t help but laugh too, now finding it hilarious that Jeongwoo had said something so vulgar, well if you could classify it as that.
Doyoung didn’t think that it was all that vulgar, his Hyunsuk hyung was just some overdramatic mom who would tell his kids not to cuss. The reality was that all ten of his kids cussed. A lot.
Hyunsuk took a moment to compose himself, his face flushing in embarrassment after having nearly coughed to death. “Did Jeongwoo really say that?” Doyoung sighed.
“Hyung, please don’t tell me you’re going to lecture him-”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.” Haruto took the fried chicken boxes from Hyunsuk and put them down on the dining table. “Look Hyunsuk hyung, if you wanna suck dick just say that.”
“T-That’s not-”
“No shame in that game.” Haruto said, looking at the oldest in the room. Hyunsuk looked ready to die and he was. He wanted to sink into the floor. Haruto shrugged before grabbing a chicken leg and taking a bite.
Hyunsuk let out an exaggerated groan. “At least get some plates! You guys eat like wild animals!” Hyunsuk went to the kitchen to retrieve some plates and cups. As Hyunsuk was doing that Junkyu ran into the kitchen, a childlike look on his face. Behind him followed a sleepy Yoshi.
“Yay! Food!” Junkyu said excitedly, shoving Haruto in order to treat himself to dinner. “You’re welcome to eat with us Doyoungie.” Hyunsuk said while putting dishware down on the dining table.
Doyoung smiled before nodding, taking a seat, and watching as his members scrambled to feed themselves.
“Let Yoshi get some too!” Hyunsuk demanded, watching how Haruto and Junkyu were in front of the chicken boxes, not making any space for Yoshi’s half-asleep self to grab a bite.
Yeah, Doyoung could save the worry of taking a pregnancy test for the next day.
***
“You’re getting it wrong again.” Mashiho said. He again went back to the beginning stance of the new routine that the entire group had been practicing. See, everyone had a good grasp on the day’s new moves, everyone but Doyoung.
Doyoung held back a sigh. He was extremely frustrated. He just wanted the leaders to end practice, this day was starting to become unbearably long.
His muscles were aching, his head was hurting, he felt like fainting, and most importantly, he felt like he was going to have an emotional outburst.
So Doyoung tried the routine again, he really did. He tried his best and failed miserably as he expected. Really, it’s been hours and he was still doing terrible. How was another attempt going to change anything?
“You don’t have enough energy, Doyoung. What’s wrong? You are really out of it.” Mashiho said, his voice full of concern.
Though, Doyoung felt a bit offended because what was Mashiho trying to say? That he wasn’t trying hard enough? That couldn’t be further from the truth. He was trying his best. It was his body that didn’t want to comply.
Mashiho got frustrated when he received no response from Doyoung. Doyoung was staring at himself in the mirror, trying to block out everything. He wanted Mashiho to go away and he wanted the rest of his members in the background to kindly shut the fuck up.
“I’m being serious. Everyone else has it down by now-”
“Well good for you guys! I just suck I guess!” Doyoung blurted out, huffing, and turning away from Mashiho. Mashiho frowned. He put a hand on Doyoung’s shoulder, and with that Doyoung was exploding. He couldn’t hold back. He wanted to scream until his throat hurt.
“Don’t touch me hyung! Why are you worried now!? You’ve been annoying me through this whole practice!” Doyoung practically screamed, and at this the practice room went silent.
Mashiho stood frozen in place, shock written on his face. Doyoung felt regret starting to set in faster than the speed of light. He hadn’t meant to come off as a brat. It really had just slipped out and his emotions were just out of control.
Doyoung doesn’t know why he was reacting like this. He knew that Mashiho hadn’t done anything wrong or even said anything wrong yet, he still felt like telling him to shut the fuck up.
Doyoung wanted to apologize but he felt like his lips had been glued together.
“Doyoung, do you want to talk it out?” Hyunsuk asked, a hand reaching over to rub his back. When had Hyunsuk walked over? Hyunsuk’s touch was comforting but it only made him feel worse about how he had yelled at Mashiho.
“What’s wrong-” And with that Doyoung is crying, the waterworks clear on his face. Doyoung said nothing before running out of the practice room, all the members watching as rushed out crying.
Before any of the leaders could make a move Junkyu stepped in. “I got him.” Junkyu said, giving the two leaders a brief smile. Junkyu walked out of the practice room, and it didn’t take long to spot Doyoung.
Doyoung was sitting with the wall touching his back, his head resting on his knees. Junkyu could hear small sniffles. Junkyu frowned before going to Doyoung’s side. He sat down, his knee now touching Doyoung’s.
“Do you want to go home?” Junkyu asked, reaching out to hold Doyoung’s hand. Doyoung was quick to interlock their fingers, finding comfort in Junkyu’s touch. He didn’t look up, his eyes closed as he kept his head down on his knees.
“Am I allowed to go home?”
“Probably not. Our manager and dance teacher will take our meal privileges for the week. But it’s worth it to sneak some food in if you’re not feeling well.”
Junkyu said, a hint of teasing in his voice. Despite this, Doyoung knew that Junkyu was being serious.
“Can we go home then?”
“Of course we can! Your dorm or mine?” Junkyu asked. Doyoung finally lifted his head and Junkyu felt relieved when he saw the smile on his boyfriend’s face. “Mine. So I can apologize to Mashi hyung after practice is over.”
Junkyu stood up. He immediately picked Doyoung up, carrying the other bridal style. Doyoung was caught off guard, blushing as he looked at his boyfriend's face. Junkyu had the snottiest grin on his face, looking proud as if he had done something amazing.
“Do you have to carry me like this?”
Doyoung asked, wrapping his arms around Junkyu’s shoulders and neck. “Of course I do! What kind of boyfriend doesn’t do this for their man?”
“Literally any other normal boyfriend.”
Doyoung mumbled. Junkyu pouted before messily kissing Doyoung’s cheek. Doyoung cringed and made a disgusted noise. “Don’t deny my love, Kim Doyoung!”
Doyoung didn’t say anything else, letting his idiot hyung carry him out of the company building.
***
So maybe the pregnancy test that Doyoung had purchased had been sitting around in Junkyu’s room for about three weeks. And maybe the couple had forgotten that the test was in their possession. Oops.
Junkyu had only remembered when he decided to finally clean his room after five hundred years. Hyunsuk had scolded him for keeping a messy and unorganized room. Junkyu wanted to scoff, really. Who did Hyunsuk think he was? His mom?
“You’re not allowed to eat until you clean your room!” Hyunsuk said sternly, giving Junkyu a glare before closing Junkyu’s door and walking away. Junkyu only huffed, feeling annoyed. He was being starved all because his room was a little messy.
Okay, so maybe his room was more than a little messy, but either way, this was abuse! Child neglect! Starvation! What kind of parent was Hyunsuk?
“I’ll file a report on him. Just wait till he sees the power I have.” Junkyu said angrily. Junkyu wouldn’t really press any charges. He was just feeling feisty because he was hungry.
Junkyu walked over to his closet, sighing when he saw the messy pile of clothes. He sat down on the floor and started taking all his clothes out in order to re-organize them.
Though, something caught Junkyu’s attention and interrupted his clothes organizing session.
“A pregnancy test? I’m not pregnant though.” Junkyu picked up the pregnancy test, holding the box and staring at it. Junkyu was having a staring contest with a pregnancy test box.
“Shit!” Junkyu gasped, finally realizing that this was the test that Doyoung had purchased. How the hell did they forget about the test? Junkyu quickly took his phone out. He took a picture of the pregnancy test and sent it to Doyoung.
Not even a minute later he received a phone call from his boyfriend. Looks like Doyoung had forgotten about the damn test just as much as he had.
“What if the test isn’t accurate?” Junkyu asked, watching as Doyoung paced back and forth in front of the bathtub.
They were currently in Junkyu’s dorm bathroom, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test. They had waited until the rest of the members finished dinner and went to bed.
After Junkyu had sent him the picture of the pregnancy test Doyoung immediately rushed to Junkyu’s dorm. Junkyu said that it was unnecessary to take the test, because why would Doyoung be pregnant? There was no way. He didn’t look pregnant! And he certainly wasn’t throwing up every morning like his aunt had with all his cousins.
Doyoung wasn’t having it though. He had to take this test. He had to be sure that he wasn’t pregnant so that he could sleep at night. All he had to do was take the test, get the negative results, and then he could move on and get rid of all the paranoia in his body.
It was so easy! So why the hell was he so worried?
“It has to be. I didn’t buy that shit just for it to be inaccurate.” Doyoung said, not even looking at Junkyu. Junkyu sighed. He didn’t like seeing Doyoung all worried, all scared.
He could practically feel how nervous Doyoung was. Or maybe that was his own nervousness because what if Doyoung really was pregnant?
What were they supposed to do if Doyoung was pregnant? Doyoung was barely nineteen years old! The rest of the members didn’t even know that he was in a romantic relationship with Doyoung. How would the members react? The company? Their parents?
“Doyoung you should relax-”
“I can’t relax! How could you possibly expect me to relax!?” Doyoung shouted, glaring at Junkyu. Junkyu frowned, there it was again. Doyoung was angry. Junkyu really had no idea what that was about. Doyoung had always been a calm, relaxed person.
Junkyu was about to apologize but that’s when a timer on his phone went off, indicating that it was finally time to see the results of the test. Junkyu turned off the timer and walked over to the sink.
Junkyu looked back at Doyoung, sighing when Doyoung didn’t move. “You know that you have to check for the results now-”
“I know that! I’m not stupid!” Doyoung yelled, shoving Junkyu and picking up the test from the sink. Junkyu crossed his arms, pouting as he started ranting his feelings out.
“You know, it’s not very nice of you to yell at me!” Junkyu exclaimed and continued his nonsense chatter. Though, it was really for nothing because Doyoung wasn’t paying attention to him. He was focused on the positive symbol that was on the test.
Doyoung was frozen due to the shock he was feeling. It’s not like he had actually expected the test to come out positive. This had to be some sort of joke. He couldn’t be pregnant.
Junkyu was continuing his tangent when Doyoung shoved the test in his face. Junkyu immediately went quiet when he read the positive result. He gasped and covered his mouth with his hand.
“You’re really pregnant!?” Junkyu asked, taking the test from Doyoung’s hands. Junkyu’s moment of shock was cut short because Doyoung started sobbing right then and there. Junkyu put the test down and pulled Doyoung into a hug.
He couldn’t even begin to understand how Doyoung was feeling. This was all his fault, wasn’t it? He’s the one who had gotten Doyoung pregnant. He’s why Doyoung was crying.
“What are we going to do!?” Doyoung asked, sobbing into Junkyu’s shoulder. Junkyu’s sweater was trapped in the confinements of his fists. Doyoung didn’t know what else to do other than cry. What else could he do?
He felt like a mess, but heck he was currently in a messy situation. Junkyu shut his eyes, holding Doyoung as he tried to calm down himself. He had to be calm and rational because he knew that Doyoung couldn’t, at least not right now. He couldn’t freak out because as much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t benefit from breaking down.
He took a deep breath and looked down at Doyoung. Doyoung avoided Junkyu’s gaze.
“We need to tell our manager first-”
“Are you crazy? We can’t tell him about this!”
“But how else are we going to go see a doctor? We need to make an appointment for the baby!” Junkyu said, his eyes widening. Doyoung only cried harder at this.
“We can’t! We can’t just see a doctor! They’ll kick us out if they find out I’m pregnant!”
“Jihoon and Hyunsuk hyung are dating and the company is okay with it-”
“Is Jihoon hyung pregnant?” Doyoung asked, his voice shaky because he was still crying his eyes out. Junkyu bit his lip, knowing that Doyoung had a point.
“What are we supposed to do then?”
Junkyu asked. He was also lost, the fact that Doyoung was pregnant still processing in his mind. Doyoung sniffled, freeing himself from Junkyu’s embrace and wiping his tears.
“I-I don’t know but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this.”
“But-”
“Junkyu hyung!” Doyoung yelled, looking at Junkyu with fresh tears in his eyes. Junkyu felt terrible. Junkyu frowned before nodding slowly. He looked down at the bathroom floor.
“Fine. I won’t say a word. I promise.”