Opening your heart again [DISCONTINUED]

Ch 3: The Truth

Yoongi POV
It's been a while since that day. The day I found out that Jimin wasn't my biological son. 12 years to be exact. I graduated college, top of my classes at that, brought a house for me and Jimin, and got my dream job. A music producer.

I work in a company called Entertainment Studios. There's a bunch of idols here who depend on me a lot because I often make their music. I also can write songs and help the rapper out with rapping.

Jimin just turned 12 a month ago. He is very mature for his age. In fact, he's always been like that. I must be an amazing parent.

I was sitting in my office working on a new piece for the company. It was called Grow Up. Which got me thinking about me and Jimin. I think it's time to tell him the truth.

I mean he's 12. I think he's old enough to understand everything. I hope. But I do think that it's better to tell him myself rather than for him to find out on his own.

I stand up and go outside into the hallway, after making my decision.

"Chimmy!" I yelled upside to him.

"Yes, Appa?!" He calls back.

"Come down here please. I need to talk to you." I say back.

"Ok!" He said.

I go into the living room and sit down, waiting for him to come downstairs.

He came downstairs and looked at me, confused and worried.

"Appa? What's wrong? Am I in trouble?" Jimin asks me.

"No, Jimin. Just have a seat, ok? I need to explain something to you." I said.

He nods and comes over to the couch and sits across from me.

"I want you to know that nothing I tell you will change the fact that I love you very much and that you ARE my son, ok?" I say.

"Yea." He says, he kinda sounded confused and unsure.

"Ok, so you know that I don't like to talk about your mother very much. It's a painful memory for me." I started to tell him.

"Yea." He said while nodding.

"While I'm going to talk to you about the story of me and your mom, as well as a few other things." I tell him.

He nods eagerly. I know this is something that he wanted to know for a while.

"So me and your mom were childhood friends. We always talked about getting married in the future and things like that. Eventually, we started to date at the end of middle school, and continued throughout high school. A lot of people called us the perfect pair. And we were that perfect up until our college years." I started.

Jimin looked concerned.

"I went away for college because it was an hour away from my house. Your mom came to visit me almost every weekend. Then one day, she texts me that she was pregnant. I was scared at first because we were only 19, but was overjoyed because I was going to be a father. So I came home and we told our parents. They were mad, but your mom's parents came around and were happy. My parents were just like you're on your own because it's your child."

"So I did anything for your mom and our baby. Then when it came time, she gave birth to a beautiful, adorable, healthy baby boy. To which, we named Jimin. *Jimin smiles* We signed the birth certificate, and went on our merry way to raise you as best as we could."

I started to fidget with my thumbs because I was getting to the bad part.

"But..." I take a deep breath. "I guess what I was doing wasn't enough. But I could only help raise you so much because I was still a full time student and I worked to support guys. So there was only so much I could do. Your mom got overwhelmed or something like that, and came over one day with you and paperwork in hand."