WITH YOU - haechan

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— GOOD RIDDANCE
unedited

"I don't remember your waist measurements being this wide," The tailor commented softly as she zipped up the woman's newly made dress for an upcoming business party.

Jaebum glanced up from his phone- eyes glaring at his sister.

"She'll be going on an extensive diet soon. Don't get too comfortable with her new numbers," He remarked. The boy stood from his seat from the shop's velvet pouf. "I expect to see you at my car in a few minutes with the dress."

"Yes," Rinyoung muttered. Her chest felt tight as she sucked in a breath of air, and held it. She didn't know she would show this much either. "Please take this off me," She pleaded— her voice desperate to breathe comfortably.

"Of course, miss," The tailor rushed out as she unzipped the back of the dark blue satin dress, slipping off the sleeves then allowing the clothing to fall to the younger's heels.

Stood in the disclosed room, Rinyoung stared at herself in the mirror. Adorned in only her bra and underwear, she had a better view of her new body. Delicately her eyes ran over her skin, recognizing new stretch marks and her swollen stomach. She was in absolute awe. Her hands finding the curve of her tummy in her palms— lovingly caressing the area.

"If it isn't rude of me to ask," The older woman peaked her head around Rinyoung's body— equally enthralled by the sight. "Are you pregnant?"

The Im froze momentarily— shocked out of the little world she was stuck in, but after a few seconds of realizing who had asked, her shoulders slumped and relaxed.

Rinyoung's dark orbs traveled across the mirror— capturing the older's soft gaze in the reflection. She felt secure with the woman.

Mrs.Choi, her tailor, has been with the family since she was born. The older female had practically seen Rinyoung grow into a young adult— and Rinyoung certainly found her more of a motherly figure than her biological one.

She remembered all the times her and her mother would come here before any business events. At the time— when Rinyoung was only a little girl and Mrs.Choi was only an assistant— the pair would leave the boutique and leave the main tailor with the older Im.

Turning on the balls of her feet, teary eyed the younger nodded her head yes, arms outstretched— seeking comfort.

Joyfully, Mrs.Choi let out a squeal before engulfing the girl in a large bear hug. "Awh, sweetheart," she gushed— the pet name making Rinyoung tense.

Luckily before Choi could ask, the girl's phone rang— Jaebum's contact blaring brightly.

. . .

"I hope you had fun giving the poor women false hope," Jaebum chuckled darkly, his hand tightly held onto the steering wheel as he drove past the many shops.

Scoffing in the back seat, Rinyoung rolled her eyes and let out a noise of annoyance. "You're unbelievable," She cursed, flicking her head sharply
to the right— staring out of her window.

"Give her a break," Jinyoung hissed— feeling sympathetic for the girl he had always seen as a younger sister. "You're stressing her out, it's bad for the baby," He glanced at her from his seat at front.

"I honestly don't care," The older tsked— hand clenching from frustration. "That's what we want anyway— an easier job for the clinic."

"You're disgusting!"

"Glad to know you think of me that way, sister,"

"Don't even call me that," She seethed— her nails digging into the flesh of her forearms— drawing fresh blood to the skin's surface.

"I'll call you whatever I want."

"I fucking hate you."

"Likewise," He growled back— eyes glaring at her through the reflection of the rear-view mirror.

"Don't worry, you'll have a child again— but with another man,"

. . .

Walking out of the car and towards the doors of the Abortion clinic— the three passed the many protestors that stood outside of the building.

Once they made it inside, and closed the glass doors— Jaebum latched his fingers tightly around Rinyoung's upper arm. He pulled her closer before she could take any further steps— his lips an inch away from her ear. "Don't even think about doing anything," He murmured, head nodding to the many body guards that stood stiffly in the reception area.

Helplessly— she glanced to her other side— eyes pleading for help from Jinyoung and the other boys she's known since childhood.

Jackson and Mark turned their heads away— the youngest three, Youngjae, Bambam and Yugyeom looking to their feet.

A nurse came, a white cream clothing folded neatly in her hands. She passed it to the young woman— a sorry tight-lipped smile gracing her lips.

"You'll have to change into this," she whispered, "Follow me,"

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