FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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++NAMJOON++

The silence in the room is so tangible that it makes me feel sick.

If he decides to kick my ass and tell me to never come near his daughter again, I wouldn't blame him.

I wouldn't listen... but I wouldn't blame him.

"She was a little ways along?" Mr. Ward asks quietly.

"Yeah, 15 or weeks."

He nods slowly before his eyebrows furrow. "So that means she got pregnant when? About August, September?"

"Uuhh, yeaahh." I say slowly as I think. My eyes slowly widen in realization and I could throttle myself.

15 weeks. Christmas is in like two days. I thought that she got pregnant around my birthday, initially. I can't remember if I pulled out or not. I'm betting that I probably fucking didn't. I also bet that she was drunk on sex and begged me to fill her.

It's almost sickening what we're capable of doing to each other. We're just intoxicated. Completely drunk with each other. Drunk in love, drunk on sex, drunk in decisions that have come to bite us in the ass a few times.

"So you guys found out after you broke up?"

"Yeah." I tell him. "At the hospital when she needed fluids. She had already made an appointment at the clinic before we left the emergency room. I think she made up her mind before she really processed what was happening or what she was doing."

It's like she didn't want to give herself any time to contemplate not making the decision that she did. She didn't give herself any time to think of anything else.

"I don't know how to feel about everything. I keep telling myself that there's no possible way that we could have had a baby right now. But I know that if keeping her was our only option, then we would have made it work."

But that's not what makes the most sense. It's not truly what Malia wanted. Yes, she hated that she felt the need to get the abortion. But she didn't want to experience a pregnancy right now, either. She knows that she isn't ready for all of that and she doesn't want to force herself to be.

And that's a very mature thing to be able to recognize.

"Now just isn't a good time."

I keep telling myself that. That's all I can say. That's all that there is to say.

"And when it is?" Mr. Ward asks.

"What do you mean?"

"You and Malia are young and in love. The decisions that you make now impact your future, yes. But I don't want either of you to think that this will make or break anything. It's all about how you handle things. This was both of you guys' first time ever experiencing pregnancy or creating life, rather. Right?" He raises an eyebrow and I quickly nod.

I'm only a reckless idiot when it comes to Malia.

"So this was your first time. It's confusing, it's difficult to process. But the two of you made the best decision with what you've got. I can't pass judgement on how this situation could've been better handled because I've never been in it. And even if I had been, my situation is not yours. It's not my daughter's." Mr. Ward comforts him in the way that Namjoon has grown accustomed to.

"I think that you and Malia have done a lot of growing the last couple of years. Both apart and together. Your relationship has been through a lot from the very beginning. You've both been through so much at such young ages. And you're handling this with such maturity."