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"don't leave me jimin , d-don't leave us." you stutter. you look up at jimin with tears threatening to leave your eyes and watch as he looks down at your child you created together - biting his lip in guilt.
"please d-daddy? d-don't"
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"so he put jihoon out?" yuri mouth was wide open as she continued to rub on your belly. you both were sat up in your bed, and had been laying there for about a hour now just talking.
minji was asleep, and jimin was somewhere, and he hadn't let it be known that he was leaving. it was 10 am in the morning so you honestly wondered where he could have been
"yes." you frown. "as if it's his fucking house."
"jihoon was being disrespectful though y/n."
"i know." you whine, "but they both were! as if they both are my boyfriends and they're not. neither one of them are so they shouldn't have acted like it."
yuri nods, moving your shirt up a bit to feel the top of your big close to six month belly. "jimins your baby's dad though, so i kinda get him even though i don't like him a lot."
you roll your eyes just thinking about the event last night, arguing with jimin and you and jihoons night getting cut off short.
"so yeah i think he was right? or at least he has a right because jihoon was out of line and honestly if you're telling me word from word of what happened —— then jimin should've beat his short ass."
"jimin would not have hit him and they're nearly the same height." you say.
"we talking about the same jimin who knocked that one dude out for not letting you in the seoul club a couple years ago because you weren't korean?"
the memory of that almost makes you giggle but you hold it back. "he was young and dumb yuri, we did a lot of stupid stuff."
"he's still your baby's father so he has a right to protect you y/n." yuri flattens her hand out and goes all the way over your stomach.
"that has nothing to do with anything yuri— ow!"
the older girl pulls her hand back that pinched you on the side, a grin covering up her face when she did. you didn't know but she was desperately trying to make you change the subject, arguing and stress was not good for the babies and twins carried way more risk.
"i'm sorry! didn't mean to!" she laughed, and you just narrowed your eyes at her — bringing your hand up and softly hitting the lighter on her shoulder.
"i'm gonna tell my boys on you when they get out of here." you hit your stomach.
"what are you gonna name them?"
"i don't know yet." you lay your head back and look up to the ceiling. "i actually wanted uh- jimin to make them, you know?"
"i don't know." yuri deadpans. "what do you mean?"
"he should name the boys, just because."
yuri nods and all but still doesn't know exactly where you were throwing the bone at. when she pulls her hand away she reaches for her phone on the side of her, and you watch as she taps on twitter.
