THE BANGTAN BOYS #2 (JIKOOK MPREG)

CHAPTER 6

Jimin’s Pov:

I ran into the garden and looked around; it was completely empty, except for a gardener watering some of the flowers.

I looked at the time and Gosh! I’m so late. And where’s the lady?

It’s more than five minutes already. Why can’t I find her yet?

I stood impatiently and nervously and kept looking around. Oh, God! I’m definitely going to get home late. I wonder what Namjoon’s going to do to me.

I waited for close to ten minutes, but the strange lady did not show up. What could possibly be happening? Where was she? Or, was she just toiling with me?

But, I don’t think so.

How else did she know I actually had no idea of my past? It only meant she was someone that knows me.

But, why isn’t she here yet? Or, did she change her mind?

I checked the time again and this time around, I knew for sure I was dead. I sniffed and wiped a tear that rolled down my cheek.

She had suddenly given me so much hope. Why did she have to change all of a sudden? Why did she have to toil with my feelings?
Huh?

I looked around, but there was still no glimpse of her.

Then, weakly and dejectedly, I turned around and started walking away.

I felt so much pains.

Just when I felt I was already close to my wishes…why does this keep happening to me?

I was so doomed. I can’t believe I missed the lady and still ended up violating Namjoon’s rule.

What do I do now?

I got to the facade of the building and there I met the driver already waiting for me.

I felt so scared going home. But, if I don’t, a greater punishment awaits me. I’m so scared.

I got into the car and the driver took off immediately. I wasn’t even having my phone with me to perhaps, call for help. And even if I were to call for help, who would it be? Namjoon has warned me not to tell anyone about it. He’s so cold hearted.

I kept thinking of my predicaments at the back seat and after a while; we finally arrived home.

Oh, God!

I felt reluctant coming out of the car, but the driver came out and opened the door for me and I had to go out as well.

A tear strolled down my cheek as I held my bag and started sauntering into the house.

I felt like running away, but couldn’t.

I got to the door and knocked on it, but got no reply.

After knocking for the third time, I pushed the door open and went in, my heart beating like a party drum.

The sitting room was breezy and empty and I couldn’t find him there. I walked in slowly and wondered where he might be. I suddenly wished he wouldn’t be at home.

“How long did I say you could stay in the studio?” I heard his voice and swiftly turned to see him climbing down the stairs.

Oh, God!

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand and walked at a slow pace.

I gulped nervously and moved back a bit.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I…”

“How long did I say you could spend in the studio?” He interrupted me, picking his words.