TEMPORARY || JIKOOK

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Jimin pov

"You can't do this to me, please," he sobbed into the phone.

"You said you'd give me time to come up with the money."

The voice on the other end replied, "Well time's up, rents up, pay up or you're out."

Jimin didn't know what to do. There was no way he could pay until maybe the end of the month, and even then with the increased rent, he would still come up short.

"I just need a little more time, please, I have nowhere else to go, you can't do this to me," Jimin pleaded.

He couldn't stop the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

What was he supposed to do now?

The place he'd been staying, he refused to call it his home, had been the only thing he could afford and it was barely even livable.

The only option Jimin had was to go home.

But even that wasn't an option really.

His parents had been furious when Jimin had run off with Jiwoo. They'd suspended his access to his trust and told him that he should let them know when he'd come to his senses.

Jimin had thought himself in love and had said some really mean things to them about how they were suffocating him and how happy he was to be away.

He would never forget the tears in his papa's eyes at the words coming out of his mouth.

How could he go back home now?

Not only had he been oh-so-wrong about Jiwoo,but he was pregnant with no alpha in sight.

Jimin didn't want to see the heart break in his papa's eyes. Or the anger in his daddy's for making his papa cry.

He'd been such an ungrateful child, thinking he'd figured it all out at the grand old age of nineteen.

Now two years later, he could freely admit he knew nothing. He could see now what his parents had seen, and it was too late. He didn't know how to go home.

For the past two months since Jiwoo had done his disappearing act, jimin had lived in fear of coming home to find his measly belongings piled up outside his door— if he was lucky; on the sidewalk if he wasn't.

And his fear had been proven.

Never had he been more grateful that he kept whatever important items on him in his backpack at all times.

Not that he had many things of value.

What he had left home with worth anything, Jiwoo had sold or pawned in the early days.

Fuck, he was gullible. He should have run far and fast when things had started going bad.

Damn his bull-headed Libra nature for making him stick it out so long that there was no longer a way out.

You could always have an abortion, the pesky voice in his head reminded him. Jimin would be a liar if he didn't say he had considered that option.

He'd even gone as far as booking the appointment and was in the clinic with the gown on when he had run out like he was being chased by the hounds of hell.

It wasn't his baby's fault that his alpha sperm donor was a two-time loser.

And jimin hadn't understood how much he could love someone he'd never met until that moment.

Or how much he was willing to do to protect his child.

He'd finally understood the lengths his parents had gone, to keep him away from Jiwoo.