Hypocritical

                                    

                                          
"Is she..." Namjoon starts, but when he trails off, I pull him down the hallway into my room so that we can speak privately.
                          
"She might be," I tell him. "What do you use for protection?"
                          
"She has an implant in her arm." He scratches the back of his arm. "She said she was due for a new one at the end of the year."
                          
"Condoms?" I ask hopefully.
                          
"If we're thinking about it." He covers his face with his hands and groans into his palms. "I'm an idiot."
                          
"You're not an idiot." I pat him on the back to try and console him.
                          
"This isn't fair to her." He looks at me with pain in his eyes. "She did her part to prevent this, and I didn't do mine."
                          
"First of all, we don't even know for sure yet," I remind him. "Secondly, if she is, regrets and self-pity aren't going to change anything. What you have to do is be strong for her and support whatever decision she makes."
                          
"What if our managers make her... you know..." Namjoon looks like he could start crying at any moment, so I hug him tightly to soothe him.
                          
"No one is going to force her to do anything," I promise him.
                          
"Thank you, Noona," he mumbles into my hair. "Is it selfish of me to sort of hope that she is?"
                          
I'm shocked by his question, but it also makes me feel slightly better for both him and Charlotte. I would think the last thing a guy in his position would want is a baby, but at least he would be supportive.
                          
"No," I rub his back to ease his mind. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I'll have her talk to you either way, but you have to let her wait until she's ready."
                          
"I can do that." He finally releases his grip on me and takes a deep breath. The poor boy still looks shaken up, but I still need to go tend to his girlfriend in my makeshift doctor's office.
                          
"Let me go take care of her. You have a show to get ready for tonight." I gently nudge him toward the door, and he nods before ducking out of the room.
                          
I carefully open the door to my room where Charlotte is waiting inside, reminding myself to be professional but supportive, no matter what happens next. "Charlotte?"
                          
There's no response at first, so I walk in and close the door softly. On the couch, Charlotte is sniffling as a few tears roll down her cheeks.
                          
"Will you bring Namjoon in here?" She pleads with uneven breaths.
                          
I walk over to where she is sitting and examine the black paper which now has a bright spot of pink in the center. My words are stuck in my throat, so I just grab her left hand while her right grasps tightly at the spotted paper.
                          
"Are you sure you're ready?" I ask, and she shakes her head.
                          
"I want to get this over with." She takes a deep breath and finally looks up at me. "I need to tell him that he's going to be a father."
                          
I nod and walk outside to the living room, where room service is dropping off copious amounts of food to the boys. I find the silver-haired one among them and discreetly tap him on the shoulder.