Don't Leave Me | PJM AMBW ✓

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"okay class! that's it for the day!" you watch as your students clap and get up out of their seats. when they walked out most of them bowed to you and left, but one of your students stayed; a smile on his face when he walked over to you.

"miss y/n."

"jae-in." you look at the young boy, waiting for whatever he had to say.

"golden." he spoke, in english.

your brows snap together as you take in the sight of him. "golden?"

"your future will be golden." the little boy smiles with one of his front tooth's missing.

"my future jae-in." you repeat. "thankyou."

"in a couple of months." the boy smiles, bows then walks off.

your forehead crease as you watch him leave out of the door, tilting your head in confusion. sometimes your school kids did make you wonder what their parents were feeding them. although, jae-in was the quiet kid who always said in the back and said nothing. "cute kid." you mumble.

"miss y/n!" a teacher walk was walking into your class room. "we haven't spoken in so long!"

"miss ae-jong." you smile at her as you watch her slide up a small seat to sit in front of your desk.

oh she was coming to gossip.

"how are you?"

"i'm fine!" you move some of the papers you were about to grade to the side. this would probably take a while.

"okay so you've heard about park jimin? you know from bts?" she smacks her teeth and looks at you. "well of course you have — everybody know park jimin."

"yeah i do."

"you heard he has a kid?" she gets comfortable on you desk and leans on it. "a daughter, i think."

you chuckle. "yes i've heard."

"i can't believe it! can you?" the lady was so dramatic and precisely she talked too much. you would never understand how people could be so much into other peoples business. of course jimin was an idol, but shit.

"i can believe it." you state. "he's human, so it is possible for him to become a dad."

"i know but he's an idol." she frowns. "i thought they had some type of ban?"

"they do for like the first two years after their debut." you laugh. "but it should be normalized for them not to have that."

"i agree." she shrugs. "i'm just curious on what the kid looks like and who's the mother." you watch as the lady blushes in her seat, biting her lip like you weren't sitting in front of her.

"what is it?" you ask, feeling awkward sitting there.

"i know we're still in school and all and i don't want to sound un-professional." she lets out a harsh breath. "but could you imagine having sex with park jimin."

yeah, you could imagine. you've done it a million times already with jimin. but of course you weren't gonna tell her that you knew all of jimins moves, how jimin snapped his hips into you and how he knew all the spots to get you to where you needed to be.

"i couldn't imagine." you lie, acting as if you were blushing aswell.

"that'd be nice." the lady looks to the far left as if she was imagining.

you definitely had to go.

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"m-mommy!" minji ran down the stairs, her ipad in her hand and a pout on her face.

"what is it?" you asked, turning your attention from your laptop for a quick second. you had some things to do, but of course minji was your first priority.

"da-da-daddy's no-not answering." she stuttered, her lip hurting from it.

"let me see." you offer your hand and she sits the ipad in it carefully.

jimin had left for tour about a week ago and of course he hadn't contacted you or minji. you had faith in the older, at least a little bit but the fact that the four year old had called him three days straight and he hadn't answered? you were losing the little hope you did have.

of course he would be busy because he was on tour, but was it so much that he couldn't pick up the phone for a quick ten minutes to talk to his daughter? no.

you press on jimins contact name and watches as it rings, and end after a few seconds. "he's not answering." you mumble.

"hmm?" minji asks, tilting her head. "did d-daddy answer?"

"he didn't." you give the girl a soft look. before she had the chance to pout any longer, or before you the chance to look at the tears brimming at her eyes you pressed onto jihoons contact name, on your laptop.

and of course he answered in seconds.

"jihoon." you smile onto the screen.

"y/n."

"what are you doing?" you ask and you give your hand to minji so she could sit on your lap.

"nothing." jihoon watches as minji comes into the screen, his smile fading from seeing the sadness on her face. "hey minji-ah, what's wrong?"

"i wa-want my dad-daddy."

"ah." jihoon nods as if he really understood. "he'll be back." jihoon takes a second and then the smile appears back on his face. "hey! how about me and my nephew kyong come over there so you guys can have a play date again?"

your once still lap was being bounced on, your daughter eyes turning from sadness to gleaming in seconds. "ple-please!"

"okay." he laughs. "if it's okay with y/n then we'll be over there tomorrow."

"it's fine." you speak up.

minji hops off your lap with her pink ipad. the problem that caused her sadness long forgotten. "i ha-have to g-go clean my room!" she runs off up the steps.

you watch until she had turned around the corner up the stairs and turned back to the screen. "thankyou jihoon."

"no problem. i'll be over there tomorrow around three-ish, okay?" he gives you a look and you nod; then the both of you say your goodbyes and hang up.

if minji was like this only on the first week of jimin gone, how would she be for the next five months? you didn't want you daughter to go through what you did. minji had gotten so attached to her dad in the last few months, and you didn't want that to change for her.

but at this point it was up to jimin.

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this whole chap had got deleted and i had to write it over but in the end i still got to publish it! 🕳🏃🏽‍♀️ but thankyou for reading and i hope you liked this chap!