Will You Ever Love Me? Jikook

Part 10

so hey guys, I think most of you have already read this chapter, I am sorry about that but i felt like I needed to add something so I did.

N.B if i get so much votes here i may add another chapter. 😅😅

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Jimin continued to hold onto his baby's ultrasound photo, admiring the small dot that represented his tiny son. Yes, he believed it was a boy, and no one could convince him otherwise.

"Look how cute my little bun is," he whispered, a small smile playing on his lips.

He carefully placed the photo back in the small box, which also held a pair of socks and two onesies, one white and one blue. He had chosen them specially for his unborn child.

He couldn't afford much, still living with the money left by his parents. He wasn't able to work for his baby, to support it at least till he gave birth. The mere action could cause him to lose his bundle of joy, and the last year of his life.

Jimin was thinking about writing a bunch of letters for his son. To be read on his birthdays. He wanted to show his child how much he loved him. Even though he wouldn't be there for him physically. Through those letters, he hoped to show his deep affection, love, and care, to share his life, dreams and hopes with his son.

He wanted his baby to know him, to love him, and why not talk to him when life get harder. Jimin hoped these letters would be a source of strength for his child, even in his absence.

Now he needs to take the hardest step: he needs a way to tell Jungkook, to convince him to take care of their baby. He wants his son to have his father figure in his life at least.

The mere thought of keeping in touch with his son sent a wave of happiness through his heart. He put the box aside and hurriedly took a white paper and pen, starting to write his love for his unborn child.

"Hi baby, how are you?

I am your Apaa or Oma, you can call me whatever you like, but I would love for you to call me Apaa, and you can call Jungkook, Dad. I am reserving my name just so you know, don't laugh at me.

I want you to know that I love you more than anything. You are the fruit of my love and my joy in this life. Please don't hate me if I am gone too soon; I have no hand in this. If I could, I would trade anything to be with you and see you grow step by step. Maybe I would be able to do so, watching you from up in the sky."

Jimin finished the first letter with a smiling face and teary eyes. He didn't stop; he wrote as much as he could before putting it all in the box and closing it. He stopped only because he needed to take his medicines; he was already late by an hour.

The pregnant man was too concentrated to even keep track of time.

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Jimin wakes up at the sound of the doorbell ringing again, interrupting his sleeping time. He groaned in annoyance before standing up and taking slow steps to the door.

At the opening of the door, he was shocked at the sight of his former best friend standing in front of him.

Was it him all along, if it was him then that explain a lot. But maybe he was wrong.