| BTS Jimin | After Regret Sets In...

Eomma and Appa

Jimin P.o.v.

I did as Jungkook said. I went to Eomma and Appa. I knocked on the door quietly. Eomma answered, and frowned. She seemed angry.

"Ah, Jimin. Come in. Y/n was just here telling us somethings..." she said, and glared at me. She was never mad at me, and I blinked a few times before stepping in. Y/n was crying. So was Appa, and he stood up suddenly when I came into view. He seemed even more mad than Eomma.

"Appa?" I said quietly, and he tried to figure out what to say.

"Take a damn seat Jimin." Appa said, so I went and sat. Y/n was still crying.

"So Jimin. My guess is that Y/n didn't tell you-" Appa was cut off by Y/n running to the bathroom. Appa sighed, and held up a finger.

"Hold on a second." he said, and went to the bathroom and rubbed her back and held her hair back while she was vomiting. I was confused, and I looked at Eomma.

"Your father will explain it. Y/n might too." Eomma said, and after a little bit, Appa and Y/n came back.

"Where was I... my guess is that Y/n didn't tell you..." he stopped, waiting to see if Y/n was going to puke again. Nope.

"She's pregnant." Appa said, and I was suddenly astounded. It wasn't what I wanted, but it wasn't what I didn't want. I didn't know how to feel.

"And you're going to be the father of twins, bastard." she said, her voice cold and heartless.

"I-i..." I didn't know what to say.

"The hell kind of a face is that asshole? Shouldn't you fell happy?" she said, and I flinched. She'd never called me anything more than a bastard. She glared at me. I looked down. But then I felt anger.

Jimin, what the hell. She isn't your wife. Who gives a shit about what she calls you?!

I looked back up, and glared back at her. She seemed surprised.

"I don't feel happy, because now I'm going to be the father of two fucking messy ass babies, that belong to the ugly woman I thought I loved, until I realized how ugly you are bitch! Inside and out!" I yelled, almost flinching at my own words to her. She flinched, and literally buried her head into Appa's chest. She was really afraid and sad about this.

"Park Jimin! I never raised you to be like this! How could you say that to her?!" Appa yelled, and I crossed my arms.

"I don't care what I say to her. She's not my wife. I can say what I want." I said, and Eomma stood up, came over, and slapped me across the face.

"Listen to me here, Jimin! Until you apologize to Y/n for a year of her own suffering, and for calling her an ugly bitch, there is no way you can call us Eomma and Appa!" Eomma yelled, and I flinched. I looked down.

"Yes Eom- Mrs. Park." I said quietly, and she gave me another slap on the back of the head before pushing me out the door.

Y/n P.o.v.

You had gone over to Jimin's Eomma and Appa, but didn't expect Jimin to come join your little party. Neither did you expect him to call you a bitch. Or ugly. You cried into Appa's chest for a while.

"Appa... why does Jimin hate me so much?" you whispered. He rubbed your back.

"He doesn't... somewhere, deep in his heart, he still loves you Y/n... just watch. When the babies are born, he'll want to be around them, despite what he just said." Appa said, and you looked up at him.

"When will he apologize?" you whispered, and Jimin's Appa thought.

"Probably once the babies can speak and walk, and go to school, so, it'll be a while." Appa said, and you nodded. You couldn't help but want Jimin back. He'd been so nice to you before... you sighed.

"It'll be a while, huh? Better patch things up with his Hyungs if it's going to be 3 or 4 years..." you whispered, and Appa nodded.

"Indeed he better."

You walked home that night. It was crisp outside, but not cold. Your wrapped your scarf around your throat and mouth either way. You remembered what day it was in a few minutes. Jimin and your 4th year anniversary. There were to be fireworks tonight at midnight, so you looked at your watch. 11:49. You decided to go on the bridge where all the couples were gathered to kiss at midnight. There were other loners too, so you didn't feel too out of place without someone to kiss. You glanced at your watch. 11:59. The fireworks started just as your watch ticked to 12:00. And as soon as you looked up, lips were on yours, and hands were cupping your face. You didn't push him away, to your own surprised. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him tighter. Awhile later, couples began pulling away from each other, and you opened your eyes just as he pulled away. You blushed when you saw his pink (My fave hair color on him) hair and his eyes in your vision. He was smiling, and handed you your favorite flowers, then gave you a peck on the cheek.

"Happy 4th year anniversary." he whispered, then left. Just, left. But you watched him walk away, and you suddenly couldn't get him out of your mind as you walked home. He'd kissed you, and given you flowers, but had before called you a bitch. The hell was wrong with that guy. You went back to Jimin's Eomma and Appa the next day, and told them about it. His Appa laughed.

"Looks like Jimin is finally understanding what he feels. Or he wanted to apologize somehow for calling you a bitch." his Appa said, and you leaned against the sofa and smiled.

"And he'd never remember our anniversary either... but this year, he did. Well... if we... were still married..." you said, your smile fading as you went on. His Eomma smiled, and patted your forehead.

"Mm, he still loves you Y/n. I can tell it by what he does."