Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three
Warning: talks about depression

(Kismet)

SeokJin's POV:

I get off the bus, letting the fresh air hit on me. Today I was exhausted. I had gotten an extra shift at the hotel so it was later at night that I finally got home.

Extra money means better help for my mother. Bills get paid, food is on the table, and there is extra for clothes and miscellaneous. That wouldn't be possible if I didn't get the extra shift either.

Jungkook wouldn't have his phone if I didn't get extra shifts. My mother's paycheck covered the house bills; mine covered water, electricity, wifi, and cable.

Despite so many bills to pay, I had still had enough to give extra to the boys. Taehyung rarely asked for money but since Jungkook is dating Jimin, everyday it's giving him money to eat and attend his boyfriend. Each other week, he gets Ten or twenty dollars for school.

He sure is expensive. I rather give him money then make him work. I can do this all by myself and I really don't want him to feel like I'm burdening him with family problems.

The breeze is really good help. I swing my lunch bag as I walk back to my house. From the bus stop to my house, it is exactly three blocks. If I didn't work on night shifts, I would usually go back with my mom on her car. I can't afford one myself so the bus is my only way of transportation.

I can feel my eyes become droopy with every step I take. My back is tense that if I move it to the side, pain shoots right up. I need a massage so bad. If only I had a day off for one.

Their expensive though. I don't have the kind of money right now. Jungkook's graduation is coming up and I need to save. He's surely going to be asking me about the field trips.

I remember when I went to my own field trips. At that time, money wasn't really my priority. Having fun with my friends and making memories was the only thing on my mind. If I'm honest, back then, I only cared about myself. No one matter.

Not even my parents. I was kind of a douche bag. I thought my father telling me what to do was his way of pestering me. He annoyed me more then anything. I would do anything to avoid him so that I wouldn't confront him.

If only I knew that, that would be my biggest regret. After high school, my self absorbed persona was gone. I wasn't my first priority, my brothers were.

My mind is always focus on, how my brothers are. Are they safe? Are they happy? Is there going to be enough money to give them for their own personal things? Those are things that worry me the most.

If I don't have anything for me for the month then I'm okay. But if my brothers don't have some kind of money then I'm mad at myself. I start to think that I should of worked harder. I should of gotten more shifts.

It's hard taking care of my brothers. In the end, it is totally worth it. Seeing them suffer is more painful then torturing my body to work my ass off so that they can get everything they need.

Opening the door of the apartment, I put the keys on the key holder, and lay my lunch bag in the table.

Taehyung was on the couch watching a Netflix movie. There was subtitles on and two male actors were fighting.

His face turns slightly my direction. I walk closer to him. His gaze follows me. His smile appears even though they don't reach his eyes. It pains me to see him sad.

"What are you watching?" He shrugs, pausing the movie with the remote control.

"Some French movie." His body turns to me. He bends his knees and hugs them to his chest.