REQUEST:
bts reaction to y/ns grimey ass keeping her kids(5+) a secret from them and then she just springs it on them one day. Thanks❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
You had a secret.
A secret that you’ve been keeping from your man for the past three years.
You were tired of keeping this secret, and you felt that it was time to tell him the truth.
You were really a mother.
A mother of seven beautiful children that you couldn’t wait to introduce to their new Daddy.
Jungkook: All of you little bastards got me fucked up, i don’t know who your daddy is and where he is at, but I ain’t bout to be him.
Yoongi: Hold up, bitch. The D in Agust D don’t stand for daddy or daycare, so better grab all your ugly little gremlins and kick rocks.
Taehyung: Nah, not me. I’m not the one. TaeTae ain’t raising no BaeBae. Peace ✌️
Namjoon: Ah, my Nubian Queen, I see you’ve been quite fruitful with your loins. I would be proud to call all-*He paused to do a quick headcheck of all the children*-seven, of these little lima beans mine.*He gets on his knee to embrace all the children and they happily accept his hug, this was the first time anyone other than you had shown them some affection.* Okay, little lima beans, let Papa Joon, tell you all about melanin, jollof rice, and the evils of the white man.
Jimin: *He goes into a catatonic state, whether it be from your confession or the horde of small children tackling him and calling him Daddy, you’re not quite sure. Needless to say he doesn’t take your confession well, going as far to block you and disappear from your life, a trait he shares with your children’s various fathers.*
Hoseok: I’m your angel, I’m your hope, and I’m sure God is going to send you a good man to be there for you, That man however, is not me. I will keep you in my prayers in hopes that God sends you a father to your children and maybe some type of birth contraceptives as well.
Jin: Seven kids? Seven extra mouths that you think I’m going to feed on top of your big ass? I think the fuck not. You better bounce and take Dopey, Sneezy, Bashful, Doc, Happy, Grumpy, and Sleepy with you. This is not it.
Y/n, continues to be triflin’ as usual.
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