You stand frozen in the bathroom. The room seems to have gotten smaller somehow. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears. You stare down at the small plastic pregnancy test in your hand until your vision goes blurry.

A baby?? Now?! But you and Namjoon have only been dating for a year; and he just got signed with that new company! Not to mention right now you're in between jobs. Oh, what are you going to do?!

Your thoughts begin to spiral, and you find yourself gripping onto your bathroom counter for dear life. Your chest feels cold and tight, and you find yourself struggling to draw in a steady breath.

With movements that seem mechanical, you head back to the bedroom, where your phone is charging. Your fingers tremble as you dial Namjoon's number.

He picks up after a few rings, sounding out of breath. "Y/N! What's up? Practice just finished." You can hear Namjoon's friends in the background.

"Namjoon—" Your voice comes out in a choked whisper. "Can you—" A sob threatens to leap from your throat, and you have to press a hand to your mouth to keep it back.

"Y/N? I can't understand you. Give me one second." You hear a door shut on Namjoon's end, and everything goes quiet. "So what happened?"

You take a shaky breath in through your nose, and speak. "Please come over. I'd rather not talk about this over the phone."

"Okay." There's a slow drawl to the word that gives evidence to Namjoon's confusion. "I'll be right there."

Namjoon arrives at your apartment thirty minutes later. He must see something in your face when you answer the door because he immediately takes you into his arms. "Hey," he murmurs. "What's wrong?"

"Namjoon, I—" Your voice cracks, and you bury your face in his chest.

Namjoon's arms tighten around you. "It's okay. Just breathe."

You take a few shaky breaths, trying to center your attention on Namjoon's heartbeat. After what feels like an eternity, you find your voice. "Namjoon, I'm pregnant."

Now that you've actually spoken the words, you feel the pressure on your chest lighten slightly. But you can't bring yourself to look up at Namjoon. You don't look at him until he speaks. "What?" he chuckles, but the sound is uncertain. "Are you sure?"

You nod against his chest. "I took the test right before I called you." You step back and reach into your back pocket for the pregnancy test. When you hold the test out to him, your fingers tremble.

Namjoon takes the test from you, and sucks in a short breath when he sees the word pregnant on the small digital screen.

"I'm sorry, Joon," you whisper, feeling hot tears spill over your cheeks.

"No," Namjoon says, pulling you in again, kissing your cheeks and your head. "We'll deal with this together. I'm here with you."

You and Namjoon spend a few hours talking about your options. You eventually agree to keep the baby. Namjoon promises to support you in any way he can while he works to get his group off the ground.

A few days later, you decide you have to tell your parents. The drive over to your childhood home seems shorter than it has on past visits. You wish you had let Namjoon come with you. He had offered of course, but you figured with the situation as delicate as it is, it would probably be best if you face your parents alone.

Your mother smiles warmly at you, enveloping you in a hug. The gesture is so comforting you almost break down right there. You hold it together, only coming even more close to losing it when your dad comes over and joins the hug.

Your father pulls back, beaming at you. "How's my girl? I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." Your father always says this, and the idea that you're about to shatter all of his hopes for you is enough to finally make you cry.

Upon seeing your red, tear-stained face, your father immediately frets. "What's wrong? Did something happen with that boy Namgoon?" He gets Namjoon's name wrong on purpose in an attempt to make you laugh. Your parents adore Namjoon.

"Dad, I—" You shake your head, sobbing. "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Your parents seem to freeze.

"I'm pregnant," you repeat, wiping your eyes with the heels of your palms.

Your mother and father are silent for a few moments, then your father speaks. His voice is thick with suppressed emotion. "We're going to be grandparents?"

"You're not mad?" you ask.

"We're not thrilled with you," your mother clarifies, sniffling. "But you're an adult. No matter what, we're your family; and we will always support you."

"Mom..." Your eyes fill with fresh tears as your mother pulls you into an embrace.

"I want to talk to Namjoon tomorrow," your father murmurs. "We'll talk man to man. Just the two of us."

You spend the next few hours explaining your plan to your parents. You put quite a bit of emphasis on Namjoon's willingness to support both you and the baby.

When you get ready to go, your parents pull you into a warm embrace. "We love you, sweetheart," your father says, clearing his throat. "Always."

The next afternoon, you and Namjoon head over to your parents' house. Namjoon is incredibly nervous; his leg won't stop bouncing. You take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Namjoon enters your parents' house first, holding his head high; although the hand you're holding is trembling.

Your father rises to his feet when he sees Namjoon. He seems to tower over your boyfriend. Namjoon opens his mouth to speak when your father holds up a hand to silence him. "Come with me. We'll talk in private."

Namjoon looks helplessly at you as your father leads him away. A few hours later, Namjoon and your father rejoin you and your mother in the living room. Your father has his hand clasped around Joon's shoulder. Your eyes search Namjoon's face; he gives you a small smile.

"Namjoon." Your father's voice makes Namjoon look up. "You're part of our family now. We'll do our best to help support your new family, so don't worry."

"Yes, sir," Namjoon murmurs, bowing his head.

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As the days turn to weeks, and the weeks turn to months, your belly grows. It doesn't really sink in that you have a little life inside of you until you feel that first kick.

"Joon!" You shake Namjoon's shoulder, grabbing his hand and placing it on your belly. "Feel it?"

Namjoon closes his eyes, but they pop open again when he feels the baby kick against his hand. "Was that...?"

"Yeah," you smile. Namjoon kisses your temple, holding you close. You lean into him.

"Whoa." Namjoon's eyes get misty. "I can't believe there's a little human in there."

You shift higher up on your pillows, sighing. "When my mom and I went to my doctor's appointment earlier this week, we found out that the baby can hear when you talk to it."

Namjoon chuckles, pressing his lips against your belly. "Hello, baby." His voice is low and velvety. "It's me, your daddy. I can't wait to meet you. I promise that I'll always protect you and mama. I'll do my best to give you the best life that I can."

You smile and run a hand through his hair. "Joon," you murmur. "Sing for me."

Namjoon ducks his head, but starts to sing. The sweet sound of his voice makes the baby wiggle. When your stomach bounces with the baby's movements, Namjoon stops mid-note, his eyes wide. "He's a mover, huh?" he laughs.

"She likes hearing her daddy sing," you reply, resting a hand on your belly.

"Oh," Namjoon beams although his face flushes. "I'll sing every night, then."

"The baby heard you, so you have to keep your promise." You carefully roll onto your side and nestle against Namjoon.

Namjoon does indeed keep his promise. He sings to the baby every single night. There are some nights he comes home from practice well past dinner time, but he still sings.

One night, you feel a strange pain in your belly. You figure that you just ate something the baby didn't like, and decide to ignore it. But the pain gradually intensifies. You get up to go to the bathroom, and you feel a wetness spread down your legs. The realization quickly dawns on you that the pains from before weren't signs of an upset stomach; they're contractions. And with your water breaking just now, that can only mean one thing: the baby will be here soon. Another contraction hits then, causing you to double over. "Joon." Your voice comes out in a strained gasp. "Namjoon!!"

Namjoon hurries into the bathroom, his eyes bleary with sleep. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I think it's time," you reply, gripping the bathroom counter in an attempt to brace yourself before another contraction hits. "We need to—" You cry out as a sharp contraction almost makes you sink to your knees.

Namjoon jolts then. "O–Okay," he stammers. You can almost see his mind running a mile a minute as he attempts to process everything that's happening. He shakes his head, then puts his arm around you and leads you to the car. He buckles you in, pecking your cheek. "I'm gonna get the bags; I'll be right back."

Shortly after, you and Namjoon are in a room at the hospital. Namjoon stands as close as he can to your bedside, letting you squeeze his hand every time a contraction hits. His whole hand is purple by the time your mom enters the room.

"I'm here, Y/N." She comes to your other side and brushes your hair back from your forehead. "You're going to be fine."

"Mom," you groan. "It hurts!"

"I know, I know," she says, kissing your head. "It's almost time to start pushing."

You experience labor pains for twelve hours before it's time to push. By this time, you're completely exhausted, and you wonder if you'll even have the strength to push the baby out.

You have to push now. Namjoon kisses your hand and whispers into your ear. "Keep going, baby. Push! Push!"

You grip his shirt in your fist. "I am pushing!"

Namjoon's mouth falls open, and he steps back when you release him. He doesn't encourage you to push for the rest of the delivery.

Eventually, with one final big push, and an even bigger scream, the baby is born. Its tiny cry pierces the air, and your chest flutters with relief.

"It's a boy! It's a beautiful baby boy!" The doctor smiles as he places your son on your chest.

Your eyes well with tears as you gaze down at your newborn son. "Hello, beautiful," you murmur. "It's so nice to meet you."

Your mother kisses your head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "You did good, sweetheart. He's beautiful."

A nurse takes your son then, motioning for Namjoon to follow her. "We're cutting the cord now, daddy. Cut right here."

After what feels like an eternity, the room is finally emptied out; leaving just you, Namjoon, and your new son. Namjoon is holding the baby, gently rocking and whispering to him.

Namjoon sniffles, beaming down at his son. "Hey," he murmurs, looking over at you. "You did great. He's perfect."

"He's handsome, just like his daddy," you reply, sitting up in bed. "Bring him here."

You attempt to breastfeed, but the baby whines. After a moment of thought, you hum. "I know what he wants. He wants his daddy to sing." You look up at Namjoon.

Namjoon grins. "Okay. Anything for my boy."

Namjoon starts to sing, and the baby quiets down as sure as rain. You're able to feed him now. And soon you both drift off to the sound of Namjoon's voice.

You aren't awake to hear this, but Namjoon swears that he'll always protect his new family. He swears that one day he'll make it as an idol with the new group he's in and you'll never have to worry about anything ever again.

There's so much conviction in his words that he has to make his dreams come true. They'll come true, right?

Of course they will. 😉