Where We Live | Vmin {Mpreg} [DISCONTINUED]

"Jiminie..."

1 Week Later

"Jimin, who's the father?"

"It doesn't matter, just- give me the goddamn pill!" Jimin yelled at his doctor. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry." He said. "It's, okay." His doctor sat down at his desk. "So there's two pills you need to take. It's toxins for the fetus only, and when it dies you'll feel a lot of pain. You'll need to use the bathroom, and don't freak out if there's a lot of blood; it's normal." He told Jimin, clicking some things on his computer. Jimin sniffled. "How long will it take?" He asked him.

"After you take the pill, it kills the fetus within thirty minutes." The doctor explained, turning around. "Once you take the pills, it's over, Jimin. I want you to realize that, and really be sure about this." His voice went serious, yet soft. "This is a whole new life, and in less than a year it'll be someone-" "You're my doctor, not my friend. Give me the pills." Jimin hissed at him, staring deep into his eyes. "Okay..." He got up, and gave Jimin a plastic container. Jimin got past the childproof cap and opened it, revealing two white pills inside. "You need to see me again next week, and until then you're probably going to feel constant cramps. It's your body adjusting." The doctor told him. "Okay. Thanks." Jimin got off of the bed inside the office, and left.

2 Hours Later

Jimin sat in the bathroom, the door locked and tears wetting his sleeves. His phone rang, and he looked at the caller ID. It was Taehyung.

"Jimin, I'm not mad. I don't want to leave you alone with this. When I was nineteen, I told myself I would never leave my significant other if they were pregnant with my child, no matter if I liked them or not. I still want to be your boyfriend. And, I hope you can let me into your life so we can raise our baby together."

Jimin opened the pill bottle, and poured out the two pills into his palm.

"Tae, you don't have to do this. I don't want this, no offense, but I've already planned an abortion-" "NO! Jimin, please, listen- if you don't want it, just, just maybe, keep it alive, and when it's time to give birth I'll take care of it, I'll take care of our baby and I'll protect it- them, and I'll love them with all my heart. You know I love kids, please, don't do that." Taehyung sounded desperate.

Jimin sniffled and grabbed at his hair, feeling stress weigh down into his lungs. "I have the pills in my hand. Taehyung, I don't want this kid." He cried, lifting his palm to his mouth. "Jiminie..."

Jimin froze. He hasn't been called that since his past boyfriend. Memories started flooding back, fogging his head as he dropped the pills onto the floor.

"Jiminie, I know you don't, but I do. I can come over and talk to you- I swear, after you give birth you won't ever have to see them again, we can not talk if that's what you want. But I can't let you kill someone I haven't even met yet. I can't let you take someone's life, who hasn't even seen the beauty of the sun. Park Jimin, I, Kim Taehyung, am begging you: please...don't take those pills."

"Come over."

20 Minutes Later

"Daddy, someone's at the door! Daddy, I'm scared! Daddy?!"

Jimin stood up and unlocked the bathroom door, hugging Jihyo. "It's okay, darling, it's one of daddy's friends." He walked across his house, and opened the front door. "Jimin-" Taehyung leaned forward and hugged him, tightly. Jimin grunted.

"Jihyo, please, could you go to your room for a bit?" Jimin held onto Taehyung's belt in the back, he felt like he was about to pass out from the morning sickness. Taehyung placed his hands on his waist, concerned. Jihyo nodded and ran off.

"Jimin-" "Hold me, I feel like I'm gonna pass out." Jimin held onto Taehyung for dear life, his legs almost giving out under him. Taehyung suddenly picked him up, completely off the floor, and carried him over to his couch- closing the front door with his foot. Jimin threw his arms over Taehyung's neck.

"It's okay, Jimin." He set him down on the couch, sitting at his feet. Jimin groaned and covered his eyes with his hand. Jimin felt Taehyung's hand on his stomach, and started tearing up again. His touch was gentle, and filled with care.

"Hi..." He heard him whisper. Jimin removed his hand from over his eyes and looked down at Taehyung's hand. "I've always wanted a kid of my own." Taehyung smiled at Jimin, his eyes on his stomach that he rubbed softly. Jimin didn't have any fat there so it was a bit weird, but Jimin understood what he meant. "When you were having Jihyo, did you grow a bump?" Taehyung asked him. "Yeah." Jimin nodded, relaxing his head back and taking a deep breath.

"That's so cute..." Taehyung smiled, giggling a little bit after he spoke. "Tae-" "Jiminie, I know we haven't known each other for a super long time, hell, we've only been on three dates, and I still don't know your birthday or where or what you work. I'd really like to know...but, right now all I want, for you, is to be healthy and take care of our baby. I'm sorry you don't want them, but I do. I can't make you keep it, because it's your body, and therefore your decision, but, please..." Taehyung looked up at Jimin, eyes glossy with tears suddenly. Jimin finally gathered enough energy to sit up, so he did so.

"Taehyung, I'm trying to tell you: you don't want me, you don't want this. Not with me." Jimin told him, looking into his eyes. "And why is that? Why do you think I don't want this?" Taehyung asked him. "Because as you can tell, I'm poor and have a sh*t car. The only way I can get money is selling my body to random men online. I don't let them cum inside me and I'm always on the pill just in case, and I'm constantly tested for any kind of STD, but I'm clean. You don't want to be with a slut like me. This is your last chance to leave, Taehyung. You can leave and forget everything, I won't blame you or be angry- I won't care." Jimin told him, scooting away from him to the other side of the couch.

"Jimin, as long as you don't have a STD that I get, I don't care. I love you, and-" "No you don't!" Jimin shouted. "You should care, you should hate me! You have a good life without me!" He shook his head and curled up, bringing his knees to his chest and crying into them. "Jimin, I want to be with you, I have since I first saw you. I love you, and now our baby. Please, let me love you." Taehyung moved closer to him and hugged him. Jimin shook in his hold.

Taehyung held onto Jimin, giving soft kisses and rocking them both back and forth slowly. A few minutes later Jimin sperated himself.

"Taehyungie, I'm really f*cking emotional and I'm saying really stupid sh*t. If you want it that badly, then I'll keep it, I won't go forward with the abortion-" "Oh thank you, Jiminie!" Taehyung squealed happily, hugging him tight. Jimin missed being called 'Jiminie'.

"Daddy, are you okay?" Jihyo ran over and jumped up beside Taehyung. "Yes, I'm okay." Jimin nodded and got off of Taehyung's lap, to hold his daughter.