I'm Pregnant, Mr. Jeon || Jikook [UNDER EDITING]

7

"I'll find a way. Trust me. Once we filed that divorce on court then we can reveal this relationship, that I'm the father of the child. I want for you to only focus on yourself and our baby this time, okay?"

"D-divorce? You've only been with dad for 5 months. It's too fast!"

Jimin did wish every single day for their divorce. Ever since Jungkook walked on their door and he hated him, he wanted him away from his father. He prayed for it earnestly to come soon naturally, or for his father to get tired of the marriage he shared with Jungkook.

But now its being served to him in a silver plate, he was the least happy.

"I..i don't..i don't think you should leave him. Not yet! I-i can do this myself. Stay with him!"

Fuck, is this the consequence of their thrill behind closed doors? All excitement and arousal then in the end of the journey you feel like the shittiest scumbag on earth after getting the reward?

"We won't patch a lie with another anymore, you still want to save your relationship with your dad don't you? i know you love him, its okay if we'll break apart but not the two of you."

"N-no, no, no! What if..what if Dad knew its you? That you sired me?"

"He wil surely do so—"

"I don't know what's gonna happen to you! Maybe we should stay this way-we could hide it together! I..i just need you to see our child. If..if I managed to convince him that its another man that knocked me up then I can stay here, I don't have to be married to Taehyung and you can see the child growing too. W-we can't go away from dad. I'm scared."

Fuck, he was a whole mess. Clouded of many wrong decisions, he just needed to choose which one won't hurt the most even if its stupid. He was frightened, he doesn't know how to world revolves without his father's shadow. At wrong moments that it hits him, how are they going to raise a child together far away with Jungkook's profession as a host club worker? His profession as a dancer? What if his father decided to banish him alone with nothing in him?

He and the child won't survive.

His world was small, cramped in a box with only four corners and him in the middle. His father, Taehyung, The Geochang Kims, and now Jungkook. He doesn't know too much in life, he had been fed in a golden spoon from childhood. Not as competent as his father had ever been, never been worked too hard in his life, always treated like a delicate flower in his father's little eden.

Too bad, he was plucked and fertilized by a man who barely knew how to keep a garden.

"Jimin, baby, shh. Breath."

Jungkook was worried that Jimin's breaths and shaking hands were getting worse. He watched Jimin's chest heave and his shortness of breath. His anxious feelings were off the roofs, and his tears are about to choke him off again.

"I know you're scared, events are sinking down to you all at once. But you're not alone. You'll never be alone. We are in this together, okay?"

The brunette were rubbing circles on his back to calm him down, affirming words whispered onto his ear. But seemed like his anxious feelings were blocking it, and every negative thoughts stream onto his mind endlessly.

Shit, Jimin feels like he's gonna die soon. Like he's gonna explode, melt, break down into pieces that it's too dizzying.

"It must be a joke right?" 

"Jimin, baby-"

For all of Jimin's life he was a fantasist. He  wanted a happy family for himself, three or four. Two loving parents and happy children. But how will he do that? How will they do that? When in the first place he..he was breaking his last and only family from within.