Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Eleven

Warning: mentioning of cutting and depression

Chapter Eleven

(Kismet)

Seokjin's POV:

"Thank you for dinner." I brush his hand lightly as I thank him for the dinner that he gave all of us out of curtsey.

"No problem." He gives me his warm smile for half a second before he returns his gaze back on the road.

We were on his silver Infiniti SUV QX56. The car was spacious; I felt so uncomfortable. Namjoon looked intriguing, his face masked by pain and disillusion. His life was always a façade. In the club, he was always the baddest rapper where he talked about reality, always making you uneasy for playing with your emotions. His words made your brain twist with agony, making you debate with yourself. His persona, his confidence making you gawk.

But that is all a façade. I think that's what Namjoon wants. He doesn't want his passion to intervene with his father. He knows that if he's father finds out about him rapping, his dream is officially done. Forever. Mr. Kim is the mere devil himself. If you cross paths with him, everything that you ever wanted is finished.

There is no one that Namjoon fears more than his father. Without wanting to do it, Namjoon did everything that his father wanted him to do. He finished college and now wants him to work for him. That is the biggest blow for him. That must be the reason why he was so heartbroken.

And it still lingers. His face is firmed as if he's thinking about his father's decision. All Mr. Kim brings is hurt and disillusion.

I rest my head on the window, looking over the road, the pitch blackness of the night enabling me to see my surroundings.

The warm laugh that comes out of Jungkook's mouth and the small giggle that escapes from Jimin brings me into my own reality. My own heartbreak. Both Jungkook and Taehyung know that I'm pregnant, but they don't know that Namjoon is the father.

More than anything, I would love to stay here, raise my kid and my brothers on this small town where I was born and raised. This small town is my whole life, my childhood. But I know that I can't stay.

Namjoon can't know that I'm pregnant. And will never know. Even if it pains me to break Jungkook's heart and Taehyungs, I have to leave. Far away from here.

But how far I'm I willing to wait. Two, three months before I show?

Out of my own secret habit, my hand goes below my belly and stays there. I will raise you on my own, my own little Namjoon. You are going to be my force and strength to face reality own my own. I'm going to do my best to bring you and my brothers the best life that I could possibly give.

"Will you stay with me forever?" I hear Jimin say, his voice full of what I guess is hope.

My eyes were becoming droopy, sleep was calling me, but his question struck out to me. Jungkook without hesitation, agrees. I believe they kissed. Guiltness over takes me before my eyes shut down completely and my mind goes to sleep and my false reality invades me where I never actually left and I raised Namjoon's baby with Namjoon.

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"We're here." Someone whispers, the voice too close to my ear.

I squirm, shaking my head to the sides until my eyes open. I blink a couple of times, adjusting to the bright light. I then realize that I was still in Namjoon's car. My eyes open up completely. I remove my hand from my stomach and prompt myself up.

"C'mon, the boys are inside already. Let's get you change up to party clothes." I nod, still hazy.

Unbuckling my seatbealt, I start to become queasy. I open the door and kneel down to the pavement and throw up.