GAME | PJM

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he called.

she didn't know whether to smile or cry–scared, again.

she inhaled deeply and braced herself, his attitude and feelings a mystery only answered by the one sided conversation of before, only silence that spoke back.

"hello?"

"yeonmi." he was shaking, perched on the floor of a dorm room he shared with two of his band members; he had occupied the time whilst they were gone, having fun, to call her. he was still shaking.

"jimin." her voice had began to break. they had both chanted the safest word they could think of; yet the words held so much meaning that was different for both of them.

jimin cleared his throat before continuing.

"i can forgive you, yeonmi. if you tell me what happened.
and
please,
tell me the truth."

the girl shut her eyes and spoke the sour words of her encounter with his friend.

she prayed that he wouldn't do anything stupid
towards his friend.

"so...so it was j-jungkook?"

"yes, i'm so sorry, jimin. i love you, please don't-"

"i  just can't believe he would do that i'm going t-"

"no please, we were both drunk we didn't know what we were doing!" yeonmi was begging, now, as pathetic as it was, she didn't know how else to prevent him from doing things.

but
would he ever do things?

"right, sure. so drunk that you forgot to put on a fucking condom." his voice was somewhat soft, but his eyebrows were furrowed in a mixture of devastation and rage.

"hey, it wasn't like that. we did use protection,
it-it b-broke."

"oh."

yeonmi exhaled as deeply as she had inhaled before–but in a different sentiment.

"so
will you stay?"

"yeonmi.. i-"

"if you need time to process this, that's okay. but i can't just build up the moment until you tell me yes or no because that's a waste of time for me, jimin. and honestly, i'm terrified about this. i'm not ready
at all
to be a mother. god knows how many kids are inside me right now. i'm really fucking scared, jimin pl-"

she didn't mean to ramble on, everything seemed to overwhelm her into a state of intense panic, panic that clogged her throat and imitated her voice to project words of hysteria.

he listened to every intricate syllable he heard; and related to an extent.

"shhh babe. calm down, okay? we'll get through this, together. listen, i'm not cut out for this, i'll probably be a terrible father, i can't even look after taehyung and he's basically four years old."

as much as she wanted to, she couldn't laugh.

"but i'll do whatever it takes to be the best father i can; if i'm with you, it'll motivate me even more. i'm saying that you're not alone on this, and i'm sticking with you because i forgive you. even though you've gotten yourself into deep shit, i still love you. that won't change-ever."

yeonmi finally smiled through the fountain of tears spilling onto her blush infested cheeks.

"thank you. i love you so fucking much."

jimin felt the smile through her voice-a hug to his shivering state, even in the heat of the sun's golden hand. he smiled back.

"i love you so fucking much, too."

yeonmi laughed loudly.

that made him even happier.