T.O.P:

You shifted uncomfortably on the chair as the two of you enjoyed a quiet dinner at your apartment. Moments like these had become scarce since rumors of SeungHyun dating had been spread through the YG building. You two had managed to keep it under wraps for a while, deciding early on that it would be for the best—even keeping it hidden from his band members.

He reached for your hand with curious eyes. “Are you alright? You seem a little nervous. Did you eat my ice-cream again?” He joked, attempting to lighten the heavy mood. You merely smiled and moved your hand away, placing it on your lap.

His smiling face grew serious as he slightly gulped. “Is there something I should know?”

Your eyes prickled with tears, further worrying him. He stood up from his chair and kneeled before you, taking hold of your shaky hand. You instinctively placed a hand on your stomach. SeungHyun noticed your actions, his eyes growing wide. “Baby…are you…”

“I’m so sorry SeungHyun. I don’t know how it happened. I never missed a day for birth control I don’t understand how it’s possible. I’m sorry, I’m so—,” he held your head in place with his hands and kissed you softly, melting your anxiety for a moment’s time. His eyes bore into yours, hoping you wouldn’t freak out on him.

Once he made sure your breathing had calmed down he gently smiled. “Whatever you decide—whatever you want, I’m going to be right here. I’m not going to leave you alone, understand?” You meekly nodded, sniffing once before saying, “What, what’s going to happen?”

He kissed your forehead tenderly before smiling at you. “YG is going to kill me, but that won’t matter. I love you too much to just turn a blind eye.” You laughed lightly, causing SeungHyun to laugh along. “Come on; let’s go get some ice-cream.” Oh, the cravings just kicked in.  

G-Dragon:

His face paled, his sweaty hands grew clammy. “I’m pregnant.”

His mind repeated those words endlessly until it rang throughout his ears. His legs began to carry him back and forth before you as you sat limply on the couch. Various scenarios played like a movie reel in his mind’s eye, each outcome proving to be a negative one.

And then, he imagined something wonderful, something that seemed to lift the worries in his equilibrium. He imagined a little girl, the exact replica of the woman he loves with a cute smile and a pretty dress running up to him to be held in his arms. He imagined the little girl calling him daddy, and displaying her mother’s same puppy face tactic to get what she wants—which he would gladly succumb to.

The worried expression on his features soon faded. “We’re going to have to come clean. I mean…there’s no way you’ll be able to hide your cute little belly once the baby starts growing.” Your head tilted to the side. This was not the reaction you had expected when you first found out yourself.

Still, you were relieved he was okay with it.  He held out his hand towards you and brought you up. “We’re going to be okay. I promise we’re going to work things out.” He kissed each of your cheeks before kissing your nose and lastly your lips. The sensation sent tingles through your body and down to your toes. “I love you,” he squeezed your hand gently, further reassuring you before he kissed it and placed it on his cheek. “Youngbae is going to be so jealous that I’m going to be a father before him,” he laughed gleefully. You didn’t fail to notice the twinkle in his eyes. 

Taeyang:

Sweat dripped from his forehead as his muscles strained. He closed his eyes at the feel of the weights placing pressure on his torso. Just a little more, one more push and he could call it a day. A huff of breath escaped his dry lips.

“Youngbae?” His senses sharpened at the sound of your voice—you always had that effect on him. He dropped the weights, his breathing coming out raggedly. “What’s wrong baby?” You stood before him with quivering lips and nervously swaying hips. “Youngbae…I…” he stood up, ignoring the stiffness in his knees and wrapped secure arms around your waist. “What is it?”

You couldn’t help but let the tears flow freely now, causing Youngbae to slightly panic, “please tell me. You’re scaring me.”

“I…I’m pregnant, Youngbae. Oh my god, what’s going to happen? I don’t want you to get in trouble. What if—,” His eyes grew wide in shock. “A…a baby?”  He ran a hand through this sweaty hair, shaky sigh escaping him. He couldn’t fathom if it was the exhaustion or the fact that he was having a baby.

He kissed your temple and grinned. “Well, I can cross off father from my bucket list.” He laughed, picking you up and spinning you around before he gasped, quickly setting you down. “We have to buy things. We better start looking for houses and cribs. And giant boxes of diapers so we’re ready!” You laughed placing a hand on his flushed cheek. “Shouldn’t we tell YG first?”

He gulped, “Yeah…eventually.” He hugged you tightly once more and you laughed attempting to push him away. “Youngbae, you smell!” He laughed and kissed your cheeks. “Want to help me wash up?”

“That’s what got us into this situation.” 

Daesung:

“So are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” You stopped all sudden movements. The vegetables you were cutting lay still as you limply set the chef’s knife down. “What do you mean?” He sighed and leaned his hips against the kitchen island, his eyes boring holes through you. “You’re making a dish that you usually won’t even touch with a ten-foot pole and yesterday you went to the bathroom at least a dozen times.

Why was this man so in tune with your emotions? Any other day you would have appreciated it, but today you didn’t. You let out a soft ‘hmm’ and attempted to cease the slight trembling. “I…”

“You’re pregnant,” he finished. You nodded, avoiding his gaze until he turned you and gently lifted your chin. You were greeted with a small smile. “The world is going to have to accept that this will be my life too. YG is going to have to accept that I’m going to be a father because there’s not a chance that I’m going to leave you. I love you and I’m going to make sure we have everything we need.” Your eyes grew watery at the intense happiness you felt with him. He really was your set of wings—your angel.

“DaeSung,” he pinched your cheeks before saying, “he’s also going to accept the fact that I’ll be a husband, a family.” He placed his hand on your stomach. His heart swelled with love at the sight before him. “Can we dress him up as a little angel? He can run around the house in a pair of wings!” He boasted, imagining all the fun the child would bring. “I can teach him how to dance to our songs! He’s going to be so talented!”

“How do you know the baby is going to be a boy?”

“She’s going to be so talented!”

Seungri:

“But baby…April fool’s was last month,” he gulped, glancing down at your stomach before he looked back into your eyes. “SeungHyun…I’m not…”

“You’re not joking,” he panicked suddenly. “My hyungs are going to kill me! They’re never going to trust me again for being so irresponsible! I’m going to die when YG finds out! He’s going to slaughter me then bring me back to life to do it again!” He knelt before your stomach and poked it. “So there’s a baby in here. A living growing baby and we made him…” Despite the serious atmosphere you couldn’t help but laugh at his shocked state. You ran your fingers soothingly through his hair. “Yes, the baby is the product of our love. You act like you don’t know how babies are made.” He grinned, looking up at you. “Oh I know very well how they’re made. Do you need a reminder?” Your eye twitched in slight annoyance.

“Weren’t you just freaking out about dying?” He kissed your stomach softly; making your heart beat a little faster before he lifted himself. “YG isn’t going to like this, but I don’t really care. I’m going to risk everything for you…and our baby.” He grinned, wrapping his arms lovingly around you. “Our baby—that has a nice ring to it. So does ‘our babies.’ Don’t you think?”

“No…I haven’t even had this child and you’re already thinking of another one?” He frowned, “but I want us to start our own idol group! They’ll be world famous and they can have their daddy’s Spock hair!”

You kissed his lips before smiling. “We’ll see. You have to make it out alive from YG’s office first.” He chuckled nervously as his hand rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Touché.”

Decided not to end the series just yet. Mostly for Yuxiewuxie <3