Broken || kth {kim taehyung}

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Y/N - Your Name
Y/L/N - Your Last Name
Y/H/L - Your Hair Length
Y/H/C - Your Hair Color
Y/E/C - Your Eye Color
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No.
No.
No.
Not today.

There's no way in hell that, I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will be going to see Kim Taehyung.

Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.

Who would want to go see, the father of your child, who so happens to be a K-pop idol, that broke your heart, got another girlfriend, and didn't bother to ever get in contact with you ever again, despite knowing you were pregnant with his child?

Definitely not this girl.

It was about a week after the conversation with Min Jee in my office. BTS was scheduled to have their third concert since arriving to America, tonight.

That meant that if my stubborn best friend was not kidding, she would be arriving for the third time, at any minute, once again trying to convince me to go.

Many pictures of their sightings were posted, but I tried my best to ignore every single one.

It seemed as if the only thing America, or the world, could focus on right at this moment, was BTS.

My posture slowly decreased as I slumped more into the couch. Despite it being autumn, the temperature was always changing; it was like a girl on her period.

A melodious, familiar voice triggered my hearing.

"Eomma?"

Despite being born in America, I took it upon myself to make sure Ali knew Korean and English.

My baby is bilingual. What can your baby do?

I looked down, to be greeted with a pair of soft, innocent, brown eyes. I smiled.

Whenever I looked at Ali, it reminded me that Taehyung's genes totally dominated mines. She had a rounder face, with chubby cheeks, but her eyes, hair... she was almost an exact copy of him. Cliché, I know, but it was the truth.

She obtained the same box smile Tae had. I think that was my favorite part of her.

"Ne?"

"I heard a ding-dong!" Ali laughed, waving her stuffed animal in the direction of the front door.

Just like her Uncle Jungkook... I had my text ringtone set to Jungkook saying "ding dong", courtesy of him putting it when I was unaware.
She heard it, and it's basically her catch phrase now.

However, she doesn't know who he is.

I laughed along with her. "Let's see who it is!" I ran to the door, with Ali trailing behind me.

I opened the door, to be greeted with Min Jee's smiling face. I looked down at her hands, which were occupied by two bags.

I told you.

"What're you up to this time?" I said, my face clearly distressed. Obviously, I knew the answer already.

"I told you that we are going to this concert, whether you like it or not," she replied, sticking out her tongue, while placing the bags on the coffee table.

"Co-can-se?" Ali stuttered, trying to figure out what her aunt could possibly be saying.

"Oh, little one!" Min Jee giggled, picking up Ali and twirling her around. "Do you want to go out with mommy and me to sing and dance?"