Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Two

(Kismet)

Everything became weird for Namjoon. Suddenly he was thrown in a world between his past and his present. These couple of days he had realized he was constantly with Seokjin, either sharing a somewhat family time or preparing their son's fifth birthday party.

After coming home from Seokjin's house, he often found the house silent, and Ye-Jun asleep. He didn't want to think anything of it, but every time he tried to put his arm over Ye-Jun's body, Ye-Jun would squirm away a little from him and roll over onto his stomach.

He was left confused and guilty. Ye-Jun had every right to be mad or sad. He was indeed ignoring their time together to be with Seokjoon, even if that wasn't his intention.

What strike him weird was that Ye-Jun's mood had changed so drastically as if he was telling him that he was not okay with his constant visits to Seokjin's house, which he never said in front of him.

All of this was giving him a headache. It's not like he was trying to make Ye-Jun mad or trying to get closer to Seokjin now that they were in good terms.

It wasn't just this entire triangle of deciding whether to spend more time with his son, his boyfriend, or his own sanity, it was the revolution of Hoseok and Taehyung's innocence. No matter what they did, Mrs. Kim would blow their ship of opportunity and sank it back down, lost of triumph.

Namjoon could feel the stress of this battle get to him. There was sometimes sleepless nights of pure thinking of ways to get Hoseok out of this mess. He felt partly responsible for what happened after everything went down hill.

Namjoon had been so caught up in his own misery that he had ignored what was going with his friends' life. Going to Korea was his own escape of emotions, an arbitrary decision that had come up after one night of tiredness. What was an escape from him, was another decision that drove him away from reality, from his friends who at that time were going through their own miseries.

Namjoon looks up from his sitting position on the bed, slouching his body down on the bed, exasperated. His body was tired, every fiber in his being screamed for rest. There was heaviness with every moment, the heat of exhaustion that sometimes gave some comfort and that cool warmth that passed through his body.

Usually he would sleep off the morning. What sleep he didn't get in the night, he would try to get in the morning. This morning, there was something bothered him. He had gotten up an extra hour early. Something deep inside of him didn't feel right.

He couldn't shake off that strange feeling. His mind wasn't really working; what it actually craved was fresh air. His muscles craved movement. His soul craved alone time to figure out this feeling. Namjoon had decided to take a brief walk around the neighborhood.

The early hours of the day were very still, the world was verily waking up, shaking the day before, and then alarming its people that a new day had just begun.

That walk went very good. His mind was still mixed up, there wasn't a clear thought of what to do with situation. What he did do, however, was to clear his mind. He only focused on the street in front of him. How his pulse went along with his breath.

His mind was focused on every step, feeling like he could do something about his run: he could finish that entire walk through his neighborhood despite his lack of athleticism.

Coming back home and facing the reality of his life was something that he could not do: get everything straightened out.

Ye-Jun had been in the kitchen when he stepped inside the house, his hands cupping a white teacup as he blew it with his lips. He gave him one last look before retrieving his self to their room.