+ Positive + The Third Trimester: Afterstory

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(Jimin's POV)

"Uh...mind if I come in?"

Poking his head in the door Jimin watches the woman's face light up with shock, her body rising from the desk chair as she gently puts her hand over her gaped open mouth.

"Oh my gosh....Jimin? Is that you?"

"Hey....long time no see..."

"My goodness I haven't seen you since the funeral! Sit down! Make yourself at home!"

Nodding lightly Jimin steps into the small office and takes a seat in the chair across the desk, his palms sweating as the woman sits back down and continues staring at the male in disbelief.

"I didn't figure I would ever see you again, what brings you here?"

"Uh...I uh....I know...that you've let me have a place to live...for all of these past months..."

"Well of course, when your mother came to me and said she was going to punish you I had a tenant move out that same day, so it was no issue."

Everything with you had never been an issue...

"Well...I know...that Mother has never been the best person in the world to be around..."

"Truly a nasty woman your mother is. Even growing up I couldn't stand to look at her. Always chasing that golden dollar that she could stuff away for whatever extravagant thing she could find."

Sounds like her alright...

"Well uh, I don't want to take up a bunch of your time, but I wanted to come and thank you....for letting me stay there...I'm going to be moving soon...I actually bought a house...and me and my fiancé are going to be moving into it..."

"I saw that pretty girl getting out of your car a few times, she's stunning."

"She really is....she....helped change my life...and to get over a lot that happened back then....but I wouldn't have ever been able to do any of it if you hadn't let me use the apartment. I know that Mother has most likely never gave you a dime for any of it since she pretty much dumped me here."

"Jimin I'm serious, it's not a big deal-"

"It is to me Aunt Clara."

Watching the woman's expression soften Jimin lets out a sigh and rubs the tops of his legs as he stands up, his eyes saddening when he looks at the woman that so closely resembles his mother.

"I'm trying to undo all of the wrongs that I've had a party in Aunt Clara, and I know your whole life my mom treated you shitty. My father told me about it all the time how she mistreated you and put you down because you own this building your father left you."

"You are my beloved nephew Jimin, I don't expect anything from you because if you can get away from that horrible woman I knew your life would improve. I never wanted you to think you living there was a wrong of any kind."

She's never going to stop arguing about this, it's who she is.

Pulling two pieces of paper out of his pocket Jimin lays them on the desk before sticking his hands in his pockets, his eyes locking with the woman as he straightens his back confidently.

"My father would want you to have this."

"Jimin..."

"Aunt Clara, please."

The woman lets out a deep sigh and grabs the two pieces of paper while looking at them, her eyes widening as she stands straight up out of her seat and looks at Jimin is complete shock.

"J-Jimin! This is a check for over a million dollars?!"

"And the other one is the same, one is for the building, and one is for you personally. I got the money Aunt Clara, my father was just hiding it for me until I was mature enough to get it. Thank you for letting me and my fiancé live in that building for free all of these months. It should still be fully furnished whenever we leave."

Turning to exit the building Jimin gets to the door before the woman calls his name, a slight agitated sigh escaping his lips as he looks back at the woman standing there.

"Aunt Clara I'm not taking it back-"

"Just wait."

If she rips the checks I'm going to be pissed

Standing there in silence as the woman disappears into a back room she soon returns with a long bag draped across her arms, her eyes full of sadness as she walks up to the confused male.

"This....your....y-your mother was throwing this away and I wanted to save it for you. I didn't know if I would ever speak to you again...after the funeral she refused to let me be around you at all....but...since you're getting married...I figured...."

No way.....

"Is....that...."

"His tuxedo he wore...the last time I saw you both...is when your mother was getting rid of everything of your fathers....I was so upset...but I saw this tux on the top of many boxes...it was the only thing I could grab before she kicked me off the property...I should have given it to you sooner."

"....No...I-I'm glad you waited until now....I would have most likely burned it these past few years..."

The room falls into silence for a moment as Jimin stands there holding the covered tuxedo in his arms, his heart lurching with sadness before the woman clasps her hands together and gives him a bright grin.

"I can tell you've been on a long self discovery journey Jimin, I'm proud of you. I know your dad would be too...."

Jimin feels his entire body jolt when he hears the words leave his aunts lips, his eyes avoiding her gaze as he turns around and faces the door with a sigh.

"Wh-Whenever the wedding is near....I'll send you an invitation. You don't have to come...but you can."

"Of course I'll be there. I wish both of you well, I'll accept this gift that you've given me."

"Good. Bye now."

Quickly pushing himself out the door Jimin makes his way to the car and stands beside his door clenching the tuxedo in his hands, his eyes filling with tears as he grits his teeth and shudders from the mound of emotions hitting him at once.

Damnit....why am I crying suddenly....it's just....a tuxedo....

My father's tuxedo....

I thought everything of his was gone...except for the books and blanket I could save....

Sliding down into his seat Jimin starts the car and rests his head against the steering wheel, his tears streaming down his cheeks as he lets out a small strangled choke.

Appa...I wish you were here with me right now....

I'm so scared of everything.

I'm scared of getting married.

I'm scared of having my baby.

I'm scared that I'll turn out just like my mother.

I'm just.....scared....and I wish you were here with me to give me guidance, and make me feel better about all of this....I'm so overwhelmed by all of it....

Raising his head up Jimin rests against the back of his seat and pulls the extremely crumpled piece of paper out of the glovebox, a light smile growing on his face when he sees the familiar black and white image staring back at him.

This child....is going to lean on me....and yet half the time I feel like I'm leaning on the side of a cliff....

I want to be a good husband...and I want Y/N to be proud to call me her husband....

And...most of all....

I want you to be proud to call me your Appa....

(A/N): >:D Trauma