MY BABIES FATHER ( Jikook)

Homeless

The next time I woke up I was still in bathroom floor. I have a killer headache but I can't do this.

I have to attend school, I have too.

Eventhogh I don't want to him. I want to go and study.

Make my granny proud. Atleast I want to do this for her.

I made myself drag to my room and change into my usual attire. And walk to my school.

And that was the dumbest decision I ever made.

Infront of my eyes was my boyfriend my " honey🐅" kissing a girl, his hands all over her body his friends cheering him.

I fight my tears rolling out of my eyes.

Clutching my hands tightly and biting my lips to make myself not scream and cry.

I don't want to do it. Not atleast infront of all of this people.

Not infront of him.

But guess what I couldn't do it.

I ran to bathroom and shut the door and cried again.

Why I'm so dumb? Why I'm so Pathetic? Why?

Why Taehyung? Why did you do this to me?

You said you like me. Is this a new style of yours to show that you like me?

I hope it's not because it's hurt.

It's really hurt.

After minutes of crying and sobbing I decided to go to my class, limping.

The whole day I sat at back looking at nothing but outside.

Thinking about nothing.  I wish granny was here with me.

But she couldn't because there was some sort of issue that need to taken care of so she still couldn't  make  it here.

Soon the day ended and I was again trapped inside of the four walls of my room sobbing and sniffing.

I don't know what to do. I can't do anything.

I don't want to do anything.
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2 weeks later:

It's been two weeks and two days of my continues throw up and dizziness.

Eomma asked me to go to doctor but me refused it.

I don't like hospitals. I won't go.

And Taehyung he's still there fucking different girls and boys.

But now my current situation was so bad which made me now in hospital with my eomma and appa.

" Park Jimin 17 years old. So tell me honey what are you feeling?" The doctor who is a lady asked me showing her professional smile.

" Nauseous, dizziness, tired". I replied her smiling a little.

"Okay. Maybe I know what is wrong with you but let me take some rest okay honey?". She asked me for my permission taking my blood sample and said to wait.

We wait for few minutes and she come with the result in her hands with a serious expression not smiling that much.

Her eyes definitely hold something.

Pity?

" Hmm, how about your past sexual relationship dear?". She asked me making my eomma and appa gasp.

" Doctor what are you asking my son still is virgin". Appa raised his voice a little making flinch.

" Honey, you tell me". He told me loking at me which made me squirm in my seet.

" Hmmm...two w- weeks". I mumbled my head low.

" WHAT?". Appa shouted making me cry.

" Well I don't know if it's a good news but you're pregnant dear". She dropped a bomb at me making me cry louder and close my eyes.

I don't want this.......

Please god..... Make this stop.

" Fuck.... doctor you may be wrong he's a boy, a boy he can't get pregnant". My appa screamed at the doctor.

" Well sir he is, he can get pregnant". The doctor said making me cry more.

Appa grabbed my hands and slap me across my face making the doctor spring up from the seat.

" You're not my son, you're not welcome there go and die you piece of shit". He screamed at me and dash of from the room along with eomma but not before shooting me with a disgusted look.

The doctor slowly hold me holding me.

For the two weeks this was what I needed someone to embrace me and say to my ear' it's okay'.

" It's okay sweetie.....it's okay". She whispered in my ears.

After it felt like a eternity I pulled form the hug and smiled at her.

" Thank you doctor". I thanked her and bowed at her.

" What are you going to do? Talk to the dad of child?" She asked me

" Hmm......it's not mine alone baby, I should talk to him". I said to her.

I again bowed and take my result with me but not before she said to come back when I made a decision.

Here I'm now outside my school wearing nothing but my sweat shirt and pant but not with q hoodie not with mask.

My face in full view, with nothing in my hands but the result of my pregnancy and with no money no phone with absolutely nothing.

Nowhere to go.

Homeless. Begger.