Jimin's POV
Rubbing my eyes with my fists, I let out a little yawn and rest my head against the freezing window pane. 19 years old and 17 weeks pregnant, I'm not quite where I imagined myself to be right now, but at least I'm here.
As we pull up to the bus stop, I pick up my bag and place it on my shoulder, shuffling past the other passengers quietly whilst avoiding eye contact and stepping out into the cold night air. A few of the lights in my apartment building are on, and I sigh softly as I look at them. This really isn't what I had in mind when I said I wanted to move out of my parents' house, but things don't always go to plan.
My ex-boyfriend left me three months ago. We'd been together since we were freshmen in high school, lost our virginity to each other, all that stuff. We'd even planned on possibly getting married someday. But when I told him I was pregnant, he changed. He wasn't warm, wasn't kind. He said some pretty nasty things actually, and then left.
But I wasn't going to let that stop me. I'd already been accepted into a college, so I explained the situation to them and managed to sort some things out for when the baby was born. I've got my own place, a little one-bedroom apartment, and some of the baby stuff I need, and I'm working in a little restaurant to save up for the rest. It's only washing dishes, and I don't earn much, but it's all that was available. The only real problem is that it's across town, so I have to take the bus every night to get there and back.
The front door creaks loudly as I open it, slamming behind me with a loud thud. I start to make my way up the four flights of stairs to my place - not ideal, I know, but it's all there was when I moved in - while I stare at the worn carpet that covers the ground. Once I eventually get to my door, I unlock it (with much difficulty, thanks to the building being incredibly old and in a state of disrepair) and step inside, turning on the light and sitting at the little half-table by the window.
"It's fine," I tell myself, sighing softly as I lay a hand on my bump. "You can do this, Jimin. Carry this pregnancy through, have this baby, prove that dickhead wrong."
A few days later...
Another day, another bus ride. But since today's a Friday, it's a whole lot more crowded. In fact, I can't find a single empty seat, so I just resort to standing.
I recognise a few faces. People I usually see on my way home. The driver, the little old lady with the probing cane, a girl I've seen around campus, and a young man with brown hair covering his eyes. He's the one I've seen most, and he always makes an effort to smile at me as I get on. He gets on before me and gets off after me, I can tell, since he's always on the bus when I get on and when I leave.
I sigh and reach for the railing, trying to find the cleanest part of it to hold. The bus jolts as it hits a bumpy patch of the road, and I steady myself the best I can. Once we're back on even ground, I start to stare longingly out of the bleared window, catching someone's reflection in the glass. Turning my head, I see it's the brown-haired man, smiling at me as always. I smile back, then subconsciously place a hand on my bump as we turn around a corner. Upon seeing this, he picks his bag up and stands, making his way over to me.
"Sit down," he says in a deep and calm voice, gesturing towards the seat. "You look like you need it."
"I'm okay, really." I chuckle nervously, adjusting my grip on the railing.
"You're pregnant, take the seat. My legs work fine, I can stand."
Not wanting to cause a scene, I nod and sit down, finding myself blushing under his gaze once I have. I've always thought he was handsome, and found the fact that he smiles at me so genuinely quite nice, but I never expected that. What a guy.
Once we reach my stop, I get up and leave, smiling again at the handsome brown-haired man as I do. I start to walk towards the apartment building, ignoring the fact that the bus hasn't pulled away yet until I hear someone - a familiar voice - calling after me.
I turn, seeing the handsome man - yes, again - jogging up to me, a smile on his face that shows his dimples. My heart drops as I see my phone in his hand, and I want nothing more at that moment than for the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
"Hey, you dropped this."
I bow to him, trying to hide my blush. "Thank you. I didn't even realise it wasn't in my pocket."
"I feel like I've seen you around campus - are you enrolled at BUFS as well?"
"No, I'm at Busan Arts College, freshman class. I-I'm a dancer."
"Ah, my mistake." he smiles again. "Can I ask, is there a reason you live so far away from school?"
"It's... all I can afford..." I mumble, blushing. "I don't get paid much from work, and half of it goes on the bus ticket, so..."
"You live alone? You look so young."
"I'm 19, but yeah, it's just me. Well, me and the little one." I glance at my bump, and he does the same with a soft nod. "My ex left a few months ago when I told him I was pregnant."
"He sounds like an asshole, if you don't mind me saying."
"He's a colossal asshole," I correct him, unable to hold back a laugh. "He used to be so sweet and caring, but when I told him, he just... he just flipped."
"This might sound a little presumptuous, but can I give you my number? I think it'd be nice for you to have someone, even if it's just a friend to talk to."
"Oh, I-I think I'm okay. Thanks for the offer though."
"Nonsense," he takes my phone back for a second, then hands it to me again. "There. If you need anything, anything at all, call me."
"Alright, I will."
He shrugs his shoulders, then smiles yet again. "I should probably get back to my dorm. Will I be seeing you again on Monday?"
I nod. "Is it a long walk from here? To your dorm, that is. Since the bus left, and it's kinda cold, I don't think it's a good idea to be going a long way."
"It's not far, just a couple blocks. I'll see you Monday then."
"See you then."
"I'm Namjoon, by the way."
"Jimin."
"I'll see you around, Jimin."
He waves to me as he walks off. I wave back, and when he's out of sight, I make my way inside, sitting at my little half-table like I always do so I can talk to the baby. In the end, I spend less time actually talking, and more time gushing about Namjoon.
What a guy.
Part 2 coming soon
