A new year begins. This year was a different one.
I had new friends, a new home, new job and a new member in my family.
I wasn't married. I wasn't getting a niece or adopting. I didn't have a boyfriend either.
I am pregnant.
*ding* *ding*
I walked into class and smiled at my familiar classmates. They all smiled and waved except for the ones who were already dozing off.
"Good morning class!"
"Good mor___" everyone mumbled the tired ending of 'morning'.
"Great energy!" The teacher replied while rolling his eyes and laughing.
I chuckled and the class went on as usual.
This time... my seat wasn't beside a window. It was one person away. At least this seat was more suitable for my protruding stomach.
I couldn't look outside as it would seem like I was looking at him.
He wasn't anyone I recognized. He wore a black hoodie over his head and ripped blue jeans. His black converse and a red string rapped around his wrist.
Weird.
I continued to concentrate on the lesson.
--That Evening--
I went back to the dorm. My energy being poured into all my classes so nothing was left for myself.
I sighed as I sat at my desk and brought out my lunch.
Chicken wraps! YAS!
As I was eating, I looked towards a small box on a shelf of mine. I was confused as why it was there so I picked it up.
I was still eating as I put it on my desk and opened it with one hand.
I peaked inside and realized 3 small folded piece of papers, 2 pictures and a ring.
My eyes immediately began to water.
I forgot I had these...
I put down my wrap and finished chewing then, wiping my hands on my pants. I reached out my hand and grabbed the box.
I emptied everything one by one and spread them out on my desk.
The pictures... it was him and I at our graduation. I looked at the back of the one where we were kissing and saw a small message.
{I'll be home soon, until then:
010-xxx-xxxx}--Author's Note--
Honestly, I didn't know if I should do a High School Part 2 but then I was like nahhh College time!!
Love you guys,
Xoxo Me
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Mine || Namjoon BTS
FanfictionEvery year was like a story. Written with love and care but little did I know the end of this book wasn't what I was expecting. Here's my story.