Jimin sat alone in the quiet of the house, the ticking of the clock the only sound that accompanied the steady hum of his thoughts. Jungkook had stepped out for a brief moment, leaving Jimin to his own devices. It wasn’t unusual anymore. These days, Jimin found solace in solitude, even though it hurt just as much as it healed. He reached for his phone, knowing full well he shouldn’t. But the temptation to escape into the digital world was too strong to resist.
As his thumb mindlessly scrolled through the endless sea of social media posts, news articles, and comments, his heart sank further with every swipe. The story was everywhere—The Jeon Family Tragedy. It was plastered across news outlets, discussed in forums, and whispered about in comments. Everyone knew about them. About him. About their lost child. The headlines were cruel: "The Jeon's Husband Unable to Bear an Heir," "The Park Family’s Hope Shattered," "No Heir for the Jeon Empire."
It hurt—no, it cut deep, like a wound that refused to heal. Jimin’s chest tightened, and he felt a familiar pang of guilt that never seemed to leave him. His mind was already a storm of regret, but seeing the cold words from strangers made it worse. They didn’t know him. They didn’t know Jungkook. They didn’t know the pain he carried, the sorrow that wrapped itself around him like a heavy blanket, suffocating every breath.
But even if they didn’t know him personally, they were right about one thing—he could never bear a child again. There would be no heir for the Jeon family. There would be no child to carry on the Park name either. The future that had once seemed so bright, so full of possibilities, had been torn from them, leaving nothing but a hollow emptiness in its place.
I can’t give them an heir.
The thought echoed in his mind, growing louder with each passing second. He couldn’t give Jungkook’s parents a grandchild. He couldn’t fulfill the hopes and dreams that both the Jeons and the Parks had placed upon him when he married Jungkook. He had failed, and that failure weighed on him every single day.
How do I face them? He wondered, staring blankly at his phone. How could he look into his parents' eyes or Jungkook’s parents and not feel like he’d let them down?
His thoughts spiraled deeper. It wasn’t just the pressure of the families. It was his own guilt, gnawing at him relentlessly. If only he hadn’t climbed that chair. If only he’d been more careful. If only…
But there was no undoing it now. His baby was gone, and he was the one to blame. How could he ever move on from that? The grief was unbearable, but the shame, the self-blame, was what truly crushed him. No matter how much Jungkook tried to comfort him, no matter how many times he was told it wasn’t his fault, Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling that it was.
He put his phone down, the overwhelming weight of everything finally catching up to him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t cry. He hadn’t cried in days, though the tears were always there, threatening to spill over. Crying felt like too much, like giving in to the pain, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever stop once he started.
Jimin rubbed his face, trying to steady his shaky breath. He needed to be strong. He had to be, for Jungkook’s sake. But how could he be strong when every part of him felt broken? How could he live with the knowledge that he’d never give Jungkook the family they had dreamed of?
He thought of their parents—both the Jeons and the Parks. They had welcomed their marriage with open arms, excited for the future, excited for grandchildren. How could he face them now, knowing that he had taken that future away? What if they looked at him differently now? What if they resented him for not being able to give them an heir?
The questions haunted him, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t find the answers. All he knew was that he felt like a burden, a failure. And no amount of love from Jungkook could take that feeling away.
The silence in the room was deafening, and Jimin curled up on the couch, pulling his knees to his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the world, trying to block out the pain. But it was always there, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness, reminding him of everything he had lost.
He didn’t know how to move forward, how to rebuild the life they had once dreamed of. He wasn’t even sure if he could. All he knew was that he had to keep pretending, for Jungkook, for their families. He had to keep trying, even if every step felt like walking through quicksand.
Jimin took a deep, shaky breath. He wasn’t ready to face the world again. Not yet. But one day, maybe, he’d find the strength to look ahead, to find a new dream.
For now, all he could do was survive.
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A Love Rewritten (Jikook)-mpreg
Fanfiction"A Love Rewritten" tells the story of Jimin and Jungkook, a married couple. As they navigate the pain of separation, Jungkook's enduring love prompts a journey of reconciliation, leading them to rediscover their bond and make a life-changing decisio...
