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Hoseok grabs the stick, flipping it around so he can read the text. There’s a handy little graphic waiting for him there. One line, not pregnant. Two lines, pregnant.
Two lines. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 fucking lines.
And the worst part, the most audacious part, is that it isn’t faint. It isn’t a wispy, dubious second line, it isn’t a “𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭…𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦” sort of line. It’s a bright-fucking-neon, ugly, glaring blue set of lines, about as corporeal and undeniable as the edge of the tub beneath it.
Hoseok shuts his eyes, willing one of those bars to disappear. When he opens again, he swears they’re etched even deeper onto the white background than they were a moment ago, staring up at him. Boring a hole into his soul.
“𝘖𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵.”
Hoseok pitches over the side of the bath tub and throws up.
OR, the one where Hoseok has two (2) people he really shouldn't be fucking, and when a pregnancy test comes back positive, he isn't sure which one of them is to blame. But it's about to get messy.