Where We Live | Vmin {Mpreg} [DISCONTINUED]

"Hello?"

2 Weeks Later

Jimin returned back to his shelter of a home from work, sighing. When he walked inside, everything spiraled more out of control. Namjoon was nowhere to be seen, Jihyo was a screaming mess, there was food all over the place, toys, movie cases open, and the TV on.

Jimin just about had a heart attack.

"Daddy!" Jihyo yelled and ran down the hallway, crying. "W-why...why are you crying?" He asked, so taken back by the mess he couldn't even speak right. "Uncle Joonie weft me! Aw awone!" She cried harder into his shirt, holding onto him. "What's all this mess?!" Jimin pushed her away and made his own way into the kitchen, where strawberry jam and peanut butter decorated the counters. "F*ck." He placed a hand on the counter and sliced his hand with a knife, hissing in pain as red blood dripped onto the floor. "I twied to make a sandwich, but I just couldn't do it!" Jihyo explained, sitting on the floor in the living room. Jimin turned his hand over and saw the cut was deep, his entire palm sliced open and spitting out blood at him, as if it were a consequence. "I'll be right back. Clean this up, now." He told her, holding his hand to his chest as he walked quickly to his bedroom. He could feel an attack coming on his way.

And just when Jimin wrapped up his hand and calmed himself down, his phone rang with a call from an unknown number. Groaning, he answered. "Hello?" He asked as he turned off his light, heading quickly to the kitchen to clean up.

"Hey, Park Jimin! I'm Jackson, we messaged on Twitter about seeing each other today...are you still available for that?"

"F*ck." Jimin cursed at the reminder. He remembered Taehyung from two weeks prior, damn he got railed so hard he actually couldn't forget it. "Um, sure- where did we agree to meet?" He asked, unsure of what he said. He took a steaming hot rag to the countertop, and began scrubbing off the sticky jelly.

"Your house...?"

Jimin groaned, holding the phone away so Jackson couldn't hear him. He then placed it back. "What time?" He asked. He couldn't do it today because of Jihyo, but maybe if he requested later he could clean up before then. "Would eight be okay?" Jackson asked from the other side of the phone. "My house is a little a mess right now, but I can get it cleaned before then. Yeah, eight is fine." Jimin sighed, almost done getting the jelly off. "Okay! Um, hey, I was wondering, do you do, like, foursomes? I have two friends, and you stated you are alright with threesomes, so I wanted to ask if it was okay to bring two friends."

"I just need them to know that I do have a kid and since it's Saturday she'll be home today, and if they hurt her you're going to have serious problems-" "I read it in your bio, I told them and they promised they wouldn't touch anyone but you." Jackson told him. "Then yeah, that's fine. How much?" Jimin asked his final question as he moved quickly onto the peanut butter, hearing Jihyo snapping the DVD cases closed behind him.

"Two thousand?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Jimin nodded, sighing when he was done scrubbing. "Bet! I'll tell them and we can be there at eight." Jackson hung up quickly. "Jihyo, you better be cleaning up!" Jimin yelled back at his daughter, rinsing the rag off then going over the counters one more time. She didn't answer so he turned around to check on her.

She had fallen asleep on the couch, shoving everything off onto the floor to make room.

Jimin held back a breakdown, and went over to clean up, anger and frusteration running through him.

7:30 P.M.

Knock knock knock!