Replacement

Part five

I drove home in tears. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to abort the child but it seemed like the right option. 

I walked inside the house, mentally exhausted from everything. A hand grabbed my arm making me scream. 

"Where were you?" Jimin stared daggers at me. "With a friend." 
"The same one that got you pregnant?" 

I stared at him, "how do-" Jimin let go of my arm, "I asked the doctor what you would need and he said a gynaecologist appointment." 

"Jimin, I'm-" he waved his hand, "I don't care. All I care about is that you keep quiet about it. We don't need everyone to know you're pregnant." 

"I told my friend, Jungkook." Jimin looked at me, "is it his baby?" 
"Wha-what? No!" 

"Wow, your own sister's fiance." I pushed Jimin out the way but he caught my arm. 

"Is that why y/n ran away? Because she found out about your little affair?" Tears formed in my eyes. 

"What kind of sister are you? I knew you were jealous of her but wow, Hyunjae, you're even lower than I thought." 

Hyunjae was jealous of me? Jimin shook his head at me, "you're a horrible person." 

I pushed past him and dumped myself on the couch. Jimin walked upstairs, scoffing at me. 

I pulled on my hair. Lies after lies piled up. I couldn't handle this anymore. 

I woke up, tucked into a blanket on my bed. I slowly rubbed my eyes and noticed Jimin standing against the door. 

"What?" He walked up to me. "I'm sorry about what I said last night. You're not a horrible person. It takes two people to make a baby." 

Jimin took my hand, "if you want to keep the baby, I'll bring it up with you. If you don't want it then I'll go with you to the doctor." 

I nodded at Jimin, in awe of his behaviour. I thought he hated me but maybe he was coming to terms with his new life. 

"I don't know what you can eat so just let me know and I'll help you make something." 

"Okay," Jimin smiled at me. "Also I'll be gone for most of the day. You just take it easy today." 

"Wait, why are you being so nice to me? You barely spoke to me before." Jimin scratched the back of his head. 

"I didn't want to get married because I was with someone else but she ghosted me after I told her about the wedding. And I took all that anger out on you." 

Jimin squeezed my hand, "but I'll do anything to make it up to you. Why don't we go out tonight, not like a date but just try to get to know each other better?" 

I nodded, "what time?" 
"Around seven. I'll tell work that you're feeling sick." Jimin walked out, closing the door behind him. 

I pulled the covers over my head, going back to sleep. 

I woke up and reached for my phone. It was already one. I noticed a missed call from Jungkook. 

I called him back, "Hey y/n." My whole body froze. Hyunjae was with Jungkook? 
"What are you doing? Where is Jungkook?" 

"Oh, he's with me. We're catching up?" I sat up, trying to understand what was going on. "What? Where are you?" 

"It doesn't matter, and you should keep your mouth shut. What if your husband found out who you were or your fiance then what?" 

I cut the call, slamming my phone down. This is bad. I called my mom, "Hyunjae is back." 

"How do you know?" I explained the phone call. "Tell her to come home now." 
"You tell her." I cut the call, pulling on my hair. 

My life kept getting worse and worse. I rocked back and forth on my bed, deciding what to do. 

Jimin walked behind me as we walked to the restaurant. This was one of my favourite places but Jimin couldn't have known that. 

We were led to our table and sat opposite each other. I noticed another couple sitting far away from us but still in my sight. 

Hyunjae and Jungkook. 

"Is something wrong?" Jimin touched my hand. "N-no," I stuttered out. Jimin turned around, spotting them. 

"Oh, do you want to move or swap?" I shook my head. "I'm fine. It's just a shock to see her after so long." 

"I'm sure it is. Does she know about you and him?" I shook my head, "she doesn't." 

Jimin picked up a menu, looking down at it. I looked up and noticed Jungkook kissing Hyunjae. 

My heart shattered and tears formed in my eyes. I wiped them away with the back of my hand. 

I never expected to see that. "Jimin," he looked up at me, "can we leave? Please?" 

"Sure, where do you want to go?" I stood up, "just anywhere away from here." 

Jimin nodded and led me outside. I spotted an ice cream place and we headed there. 

"I'm guessing he wasn't just some hookup." I bit my lip to stop it from quivering. 

"You don't have to hold your cries in. We can go sit in the car." I nodded at his suggestion. 

I sat down and tears streamed from my eyes. I leaned into Jimin's chest, crying out. He slowly rubbed my back, trying to calm me down but nothing worked. 

How could Jungkook not tell the difference between us? He should know I hug different, kiss different, everything I do is different. 

That's what hurt even more, he couldn't tell the difference between us. Maybe he didn't love me as much as I thought. 

That realisation made me grip onto Jimin's shoulders as I cried harder. I couldn't control my emotions anymore. 

Everything I felt since the wedding came out, the anger, frustration and sadness. 

Jimin sat quietly, rubbing my back and staying still for me. 

Eventually I stopped crying. As I pulled away from Jimin, I noticed a huge wet stain against half his shirt. 

"I'm so sorry," I sniffled out. Jimin smiled, "it's okay. I'm not mad. Do you want to talk about it?" 
          
I shook my head, wiping my face. "I just want to go home, please?" Jimin nodded and started the car. 

I turned away, staring out the window. I looked back at Jimin. "I'm sorry about ruining tonight, I know you're making an effort and I-I just-" 

"It's okay, we have a lot of time together so I don't mind. Plus I wasn't exactly the best person to you while everything happened." 

The rest of the car ride was silent until we got home. I got out and dragged myself inside. 

"You should get some sleep." I shook my head, "I only got up at one today so I won't be able to sleep." 

"Did you eat anything today?" I shook my head again. "Why don't I make you something? What do you feel like eating?" 

"I'm not hungry. I just want to be alone, Jimin." I dumped myself on the couch and grabbed the blanket. 

The doorbell rang, Jimin went to get it. "Can I help you?" I scrolled through Netflix, trying to pick something. 

"Can I stay here? I have no place to stay?" I recognised that voice.