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jimin, forgetful (i)

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jimin was a great husband at the start of the relationship, he used to cuddle you, kiss you, like any other normal couple.

for the past month, he had been coming home late from work saying he had extra paperwork to do, but you didn't think paperwork would take 4 hours to do.

today was your 3rd year anniversary and you decided to prepare some delicious snacks and wrap some presents, one of which was extra extra special.

you grinned as you look down at the positive pregnancy test you took that morning after jimin had gone to work. you were ecstatic when you found out you were finally having a child and you were sure your husband would love the surprise as well. 

you look at the time and see it was 8pm - he should've been home by now? you text him to make sure he's okay but no reply.

you send him multiple voice mails and texts to make sure he's doing okay, however not spoiling the fact you had a surprise waiting for him at home.

hours pass by and you constantly check your phone to see if he had replied, or called you back, but to no avail.

it was 11pm. you look at all the delicious food you prepared, which had turned ice cold by now, and all the presents you neatly wrapped for him - how could he forget this special day?

your heart ached too much, as you got up slowly hoping he would come through the door any second now, but he didn't.

why did you have to put up with this? this is not what you wanted in a relationship. you had enough.

you went to your shared bedroom and started packing all your belongings trying not to look at the photo frames of you and jimin.

tears stained your cheek as you drag your heavy suitcase to the front door, but then the handle turned before you could even touch it.

the door opens and there stands jimin. he sees your teary face and then looks down to see all the suitcases.

"where are you going?" he asks with a confused tone.

"away from you jimin" you said while trying to push past him, clearly the answer didn't satisfy him.

"i said where are you going?!" jimin says, his voice getting louder.

"i'm going away from you jimin. you've caused me enough pain so i'm leaving. do you even know what day it is?!" you yell back.

"it's wednesday, what's so special about it?" he says with a straight face.

"you really don't remember do you? i'm done." you push past him and he grabs your wrist.

"don't leave y/n, i don't know what's happened, but please don't do this." he pleads.

"no, let go" you push his hand off your wrist and begin to walk off dragging the suitcases behind you.

jimin's pov 

my heart beat fast as reality struck me - she really left.

i walk into the house to see banners and balloons everywhere reading "happy anniversary!" - oh shit, how could I forget this day?! no wonder she was so upset.

my eyes follow to the dinner table and i see all my favourite dishes. among the food, i see a long thin box wrapped neatly with a cute bow. 

it was separated from the other gifts, so it must've been special.

i carefully unwrap it and my eyes widen.

guilt hits me like a truck when i see what's inside, a positive pregnancy test.

i was out partying with girls, while my loyal wife stayed at home suffering by herself.

i open my phone to call y/n and apologise, but i noticed all the messages she had sent me.

jimin, where are you? i have a surprise for you at home! love you <3 sent 8:16

i've made your favourite dishes, hope you come home soon or they'll go cold! <3 sent 9:47

are you okay jimin? did something happen? i'm getting worried  sent 10:34

after reading through the messages, i started to tear up. i also noticed the voicemails. i listened to them intently.

it was evident that her voice was drained and was filled with sorrow. i could tell from the tone of her voice that she was trying her best to hold back from bursting into tears.

what pained me the most was that it was because of me. it was me who made her feel like this. i took her loyalty for granted, and now it's me who's left alone.

i walk into our bedroom and it felt empty, but her scent still lingered in the bed sheets. i look at the bed and pictured her frail body laying there alone.

my heart ached as i hugged her pillow. is this how she felt while i was gone?

i cried myself to sleep only thinking about y/n.

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