TAEHYUNG POV:

Okay Taehyung. Don't freak out. Just flush the toilet. She's okay. She's okay. She's okay.

Peeking out from bathroom, I bit my lower lip watching her get up from the stool and walk down the hallway my direction.

I need to interrogate her without her knowing I'm interrogating her.

"Hey y/n, whatcha doin'?" I smiled nervously.

"Going to my room to workout."

Workout? Is she crazy? She just puked out her guts and she wants to do any kind of physical activity? Rest. I need to give her rest.

"Well, I'm watching a movie. Want to watch with me?" I put my hopes up in the sky.

"No."

Crap. That didn't go as expected. Medicine I can buy her medicine.

"I'm going to the store soon! Need anything? Tampons? Pads? pills? Oh Gatorade since you're working out! You know to replenish electrolytes.."

Stop rambling you idiot.

The scowl on her face was not a good sign. "When have you ever bought me pads or tampons?"

Wait. Maybe she is just on her period. Some women puke when they have it...

"And I'm not on my period."

Holy sh$!t. She's not okay. She's not okay. She's not okay.

"Well... pineapple sounds kind of nice..."

Pineapple? I mean— ?

"Gah no. Don't get me anything."

Closing the door behind her, she disappeared into the forbidden room, leaving me in a pile of puzzle pieces.

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NAMJOON POV:

"Okay so she's not on her period. She's been avoiding you. Looks depressed. And there's puke in the toilet." Taehyung nodded as he paced around the room in front of Jin, Jungkook, Hoseok and I. Jimin was in class and Yoongi was asleep on the couch.

"Okay so? Maybe she's a little sick. Just buy her some medicine and put it in her food or drink." Hoseok lazily states.

"I disagree. You can't just give her random medicine. What if she has an allergy?" I pondered out loud. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"And why would she hide the fact that she was sick in the first place?" Jungkook questioned while sipping on his banana juice, "It's not a sin to get sick."

"What if she just doesn't want to show any signs of weakness?" Jin brought up. "Hyung. She literally agreed not to go anywhere without at least one of us for protection after that incident."

Everyone fell quiet after Jungkook ruled out our last theory. A mere couple of seconds of silence dreaded on for what felt like hours.

"For goodness sake! WE'RE FUTURE DOCTORS! What are we missing??" Taehyung's pent up frustration drew him to rake his hands through his hair numerous times. Messing up the hairstyle he probably spent a whole half hour on.

"Well? What are we missing? Any other clues?" I attempted to keep his hopes up.

"Nothing! She just walked out of the bathroom, drank water, decided to work out, walked back, babbled about pineapple, and went to her room!"

Hoseok chuckled, "I'm laughing my ass off. Did you say pineapple?"

Yoongi twisted in our direction before rasping a half lidded response, "Pineapple cravings and morning sickness? Your girl is preggo." Before falling back asleep.

Silence.

More silence.

Oh god, that's probably not good considering that Taehyung is probably the one who slept with her.

"Well. He's not wrong..." I worded breaking the icy cold atmosphere.

"Congratulations Tae Tae! You're gonna be a daddy!" Jungkook hoorayed pumping his fist in the air awkwardly.

"Shut up Jungkook. This wasn't me."

"You are aware that your little soldier swimmer's ball shield can break right?"

"SHUT UP JIN. This wasn't me." Taehyung's rage multiplied and stress practically poured out of him like a river. Instinctively, the group began to stress as well, fiddling with pens and sipping on juice boxes aggressively.

"Guys, we don't know for sure. And we can't make a solid decision based on an educated guess." I pointed out hoping to ease the men.

"Well I hear it's quite rude to ask a woman if she's expecting." The youngest threw his fourth empty juice box across the room.

Taehyung grimaced fidgeting with his legs. "So the only way to test her is with a pregnancy test?"

Yoongi sat up from his slumber, signaling with his finger a sudden lightbulb, "Hyungs, I have an idea!"

"Let's TEST her."

As if on cue, everyone rolled their eyes.

"No sh$!t Sherlock."

"ACTUALLY, let's open up her-"

"Test who?" Lisa walked in treading gracefully towards me with a box in her hands.

God damn, this chicka is hot.

"Hello, have we met before?" I flirted with a smirk, forgetting completely about my hyungs.

"No we haven't. But can we please meet away from all your testosterone full, hair brain friends." She walked away towards my secluded room to which I followed like a happy turkey on thanksgiving day.

"Did she say hair brain?" Jungkook growled.
"At least she got testosterone right." Hoseok shrugged from the couch before I closed the door to the living room.

I jumped on my bed and struck a french model pose, "SO, you come here often?"

"Namjoon," she rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious," hidden from view she pulled out a crinkled newspaper from under her arm, "Remember the newspaper I managed to steal AND get away with from Mr. Kim's office?"

Sitting up on the bed, I hastily took the newspaper and began to skim the lines for anything. Any information at all connected to Taehyung or his father. First thing I noticed was the date the newspaper was published, December 30, 1995. Taehyung's birthday. Then written in big letters at the bottom. A subheading.

News that was worth being on the front page, but not enough to beat the train wreck headlines.

South Korea's Prized Possession! Medical University's Administrator Mourns Death of Wife!

"Died on the table while giving birth to her child?" I voiced as I read the old crinkled newspaper, "I knew Taehyung's mom died somehow, but I had no idea she died giving birth to him."

Lisa nodded and pointed to the black and white picture next to the small paragraph, "What I don't understand is why he wanted a picture of his dead wife in the newspaper."

Something clicked in my brain, she was right. What mourning husband and father would give permission for the press to deliberately take a picture of the pain he was experiencing?

"Something isn't adding up." I stated, looking closer at the photo.

"I'll say. By the way, do you really plan on giving Mr. Kim secret updates on Taehyung?" Lisa held on tighter to the box, "I mean... do you really trust him?"

I chuckled lightly before coughing under her serious scowl, "Do you actually believe I was snooping around his office because I trust him?"

At those words her face relaxed, evidently she had lost her trust as well.

"It just doesn't make sense, if he really wanted to know what his son was up to, why doesn't he start with asking him over a cup of tea or coffee. Isn't it a bit overkill to right away hire his friend as a spy."

It was overkill. But why was she so interested to begin with?

"You're right Lis, but why do you care so much for this?"

She looked taken aback, at first unable to respond to my question. With a huff she explained, "I care for Taehyung because I care for y/n. There's no way those two haven't fallen for each other. I can see the way y/n looks at him. And I bet y/n doesn't even know it."  

Again I giggled, "Taehyung? fall for a girl? AHAHAH. You're funny. No for a man like him he's got one motivation.  It's one word. Three letters. SEX." I smirked.

She rolled her eyes, "Well, y/n told me how he confessed to her and swore to protect her and never leave her side."

Again I laughed, that just didn't sound like a confession Taehyung would make, "Alright whatever you say babe. By the way, I love you, you are so beautiful and I swear to protect you with every fiber of my being and never leave your side," I gave her an innocent toothed smile.

"Cut the sarcasm Mr. Kim Namjoon," She nodded her head in disapproval, "Or I won't be laying by your side tonight." With those words she threw the box on the bed next to me which revealed something of dark green lace. My eyes bulged out.

Before I even found the mental capacity to respond to her, she had left my room.

"wa—Wait!!" I stumbled out of my room, the boys all looked up to me confused to see if I was okay. Her blonde, ocean seaside smelling hair whipped away from view as she opened the front door.

"I WASN'T BEING SARCASTIC!" I yelled after her. She turned towards me, biting her lip to hold back her smile before running off.

"Aw man. I'm sorry hyung. Did you guys fight?" Hoseok pitied.

"Na boys. But I want everyone out of my place by 6pm." I smirked and winked at Jin.

"OHH HOO HOOOOOO." Everyone began howling like dogs.

"Make sure to use protection Hyung! UNLIKE TAEHYUNG." Jungkook cut a sharp but giggling face at the worried man.

"JUNGKOOK I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME!" A leaping Taehyung followed by a sheepish wide eyed Jungkook followed as Taehyung wrestled him to the ground.

I rolled my white board in front of the boys and grabbed my lucky white board pen before beginning to write the heading.

PLAN: How to Test Y/n?

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