closed-minded ♧ jay park + gray ♧

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i turned from side to side, scrutinizing my baby bump in the mirror. It was there, noticeable, but not enough to realize without closer inspection. 

my regular clothes fit, albeit a little tighter, and if i wore a bigger sweater, everything would look normal. 

i sighed and tugged down the hem of my shirt.

i would have to buy maternity clothes and probably some baby stuff, too.

i flopped down on a comfy armchair, contemplative.   

was i going to stay at my brother's apartment? 

who was i going to raise the babies with? 

i couldn't stay at hyuk's forever, and i didn't want to go back to jay, so the only option left was sunghwa and his impulsive actions. 

but marriage? billion-won house mortgage? suddenly caring about me? 

no thank you. 

after my failed engagement with kiseok, there was no way i would be marrying any time soon.

after my break up with jay, there was no way i would be living with sunghwa any time soon. 

kiseok...kiseok was not a choice. 

he smoked, he worked 24/7, he probably hated me right now. 

a series of knocks rang through the house, and hyuk rushed to open it. 

something about a producer coming in for a collab. 

they exchanged greetings before hyuk had to grab food from the kitchen, who gestured for the mystery man to sit on the couch across from me. 

"{y/n}?" 

i looked up from my trance at jay, who had called my name. 

of course, the producer was him. 

of course, the reason why hyuk didn't tell me who he was working with was because it was jay. 

god fucking dammit. 

"what are you doing here?" he asked, almost as if he was still a controlling boyfriend. 

old habits die hard. 

"living." i snapped at him crankily. 

"with hyuk?" he raised an eyebrow and his lips turned downward. 

"yes, with hyuk? why do you care?" my irritation increased with each passing second. 

"i wasn't wrong about you being a slut." he whistled and said, "fucking all of us and not knowing who the father is. wow. hyuk's what? your fourth potential baby daddy?"

"did you come here to work with my brother or be a jerk?" my hands were tightly clenched, and i was dying to sock him right in the face. 

"your brother?" jay was clearly taken aback at his misunderstanding. 

"yes, my brother! had you let me explain instead of jumping to conclusions, we might still be together!" 

"well, i wouldn't know..." jay started.

"don't go there. don't cross that fucking line." i warned him, fists shaking by my side. 

"given that you're such a ho, you might've taken that chance to sleep with him, whether he's your brother or not."  

"god, why are you such an asshole? you go for cheap shots just to hurt me, and you know yourself you can't take it back! fuck you, jay, fuck you." i glared at him as i stood up to leave, angered and distressed.