Replacement

Part seven

But this was wrong. I love Jungkook, even if I was married to Jimin. 

I pulled back from Jimin. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." 

I shook my head, "it's fine." 

The front door opened, revealing Hyunjae and Jungkook. I immediately pulled back from Jimin. 

"Bye, baby," Jungkook hugged Hyunjae before leaving her. 

She smiled at us. "Y/n, how come you didn't stay with Jungkook?" 
"Mom wouldn't let me stay with him because we're not married." 

Hyunjae disappeared upstairs. Jimin turned to me, "I don't want to push you but have you decided about the baby?" 

"If it's okay, I want to keep it." Jimin smiled, "that's great, I'll set up an appointment with the doctor." 

I sat alone with my thoughts. So many things were swarming around my mind. 

What if the baby looked exactly like Jungkook? Would I raise the baby and still not tell Jungkook anything? What if Hyunjae and Jungkook ended up having a baby? 

"Hyunjae, we have an appointment next week Monday at one. Is that okay?" I nodded. 

"Are you sure you want to keep the baby? You're not just doing it for the sake of it?" 

I shook my head, "no, I want to keep the baby." My hands slid over my stomach, I wanted this baby more than anything. 

One week later: 

Jungkook had been coming over less and less and Hyunjae hardly came home. It was obvious, she was sleeping over at his place. 

The mere thought of that made me want to strangle her. It was all her fault I was in this mess. 

If she just spoke up about not wanting to get married to Jimin then we could have fixed this. 

Jimin tapped my shoulder, "we can leave if you're ready?" I nodded, following him out the door. 

Jimin was so caring towards me. He helped me with everything and always cooked for me. It was like we were a real married couple, sometimes. 

At the doctor's appointment, I was nervous for some reason. Jimin knew the baby wasn't his but an aching feeling rain through my body. 

"That's your child," the doctor pointed at the small screen. All I could see was a dot surrounded by grey. 

"They're all healthy, development is good. You're now four week pregnant?" I nodded. 

"Your baby bump will begin to show at six to eight weeks. You can still carry on doing normal tasks and please eat properly. If you don't, the baby's development can be hindered." 

As we drove home, all I could think about was Jungkook. He deserved to know all of this, not Jimin. 

Jimin was caring and nice but he wasn't the father of my baby nor did I love him. 

When we got home, I noticed Jungkook sitting at the dining room table. 

"Jung-" he stood up, yanking me by my arm. "When the fuck were you going to tell me? Huh?"