Unexpected | pjm

Chapter 8

"Mila really agreed to picking Jiho up today?" Jungkook asked as he and Jimin were gathering up plates from adjacent tables.

"Reluctantly, but yes, she did." Jimin answered, wiping some jelly off the tabletop. "Thankfully she did, because I really needed to work some extra hours today."

He and Jungkook carried the dirty dishes back into the kitchen, talking about random stuff. Once they dropped the dishes off at the dishwasher, Jimin's phone began to ring. He pulled it out and saw that it was Jiho's preschool. "Jimin." Hoseok said, warning in his voice.

"It's Jiho's school. I'm really sorry, Hoseok."

Hoseok sighed, "I'll let it slide this time."

Jimin quickly thanked him before going off to a quiet area to answer the phone. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Jimin, Jiho's perfectly fine." Seokjin replied, letting Jimin's pulse calm down slightly. "It's just, someone named Kim Namjoon is here, claiming that Jiho's mother sent him to pick Jiho up, and I just wanted to call you to confirm."

Jimin silently cursed Mila in his mind. "I don't know Namjoon, so I would prefer if you didn't send Jiho home with him."

"Of course, just wanted to make sure. So, will you be picking Jiho up then?"

Jimin sighed, looking over at Hoseok, who motioned to his watch signalling that he needed to get back to work. "I'm really sorry for any inconvenience, but would you be able to keep Jiho a little late? I won't be able to make it until probably about 5:30."

"Of course we can, and you don't have to apologize, this is what we're here for." Seokjin said, understanding lacing his voice.

Jimin thanked him and bid him goodbye before hanging up and going back to work, suppressing his anger for the time being.

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"No, Mila, this was not okay! You were supposed to pick him up, not some guy that I have never even officially met, that I already said I didn't want around my son!" Jimin drove down the street as fast as he could without speeding.

"And I told you that when it's my day to have him, you don't get a say in what happens. You had no right to tell them to send Namjoon away."

"Actually, as his father, I do have the right." Jimin turned into the parking lot. "Maybe if you had filled out the paperwork with your information, like you were supposed to, they would have called you to confirm Namjoon picking him up, and we wouldn't be in this situation. But since you didn't, they called me, so you only have yourself to blame."

"See, this is the problem with you, Jimin, you always think you're the right one, and that you're the only one that gets to make decisions regarding our child, the one I carried for 9 months."

"You and I both know he wasn't inside of you for 9 months, and the hospital bills prove that." Jimin rubbed his face in frustration. "I can't do this anymore. I don't even know why I thought we could try all this time. I'm done."

There was a moment of silence over the phone. "What are you saying?"

"I think you know exactly what I'm saying." He hung up the phone and banged his head against the steering wheel. He stayed in that position for a few minutes until he calmed down before getting out to get Jiho.

Jimin walked up to the classroom door and saw the guy that Eunsook had lunch with on the floor with Jiho and Biwoo. "And see this key?" He pressed a key on the toy piano sitting in front of the young boys. "That's a C. Middle C to be exact." Jiho giggled and began pressing the key over and over again.

Jimin gently knocked on the open door, saying, "Knock knock," getting the attention of everyone in the room.

"Daddy!" Jiho jumped up and ran to Jimin, who caught him and picked him up.

"Hey, buddy." He turned to Eunsook and Seokjin, who were folding some washcloths. "I'm really sorry about this."

"It's completely fine, you don't have to apologize." Seokjin assured him, smiling. He picked up a stack of folded washcloths. "I'll take these over to the toddler room, and then I'm leaving. Don't forget to lockup before you leave." He said to Eunsook before leaving.

"Are you okay?" Jimin turned to Eunsook as she put the washcloths away in a drawer. "You seem kind of upset."

Jimin smiled at her, trying to cover up his true feelings. "I'm fine." He looked down at Jiho, who was still in his arms. "Are you ready to go?" He asked, turning towards the door.

"Wait!" He turned back to face Eunsook, who was now seemingly having a telepathic conversation with the nameless male as he helped Biwoo clean up the last of the toys. She turned back to Jimin, and surprised him with her words. "Would you like to come over for dinner?"