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[144]

[Namjoon]

Jin refused to meet my eyes but I continued to stare with a perplexed look in his direction from the anger filled words that left his mouth.

"What do you mean?" I set the cold beer down, my hand just aching for the cool precipitation but my mind fendered the alcoholic thoughts, "Do you..?"

He turned away from me completely, his hair whipping around as he did so, "Yes! You're so fucking stupid!"

"I don't even know why! Okay?! You're just a jobless alcoholic, I have no fucking clue!" His words hit a little too close to home, but the blush on his face made the heart aching pain go away instantly, "But.. I.. I think I love you,"

I blinked in surprise and Jin threw his face into his hands embarrassingly. He took in a deep breath and turned to me with a determined look on his face which showed through the blush, "If you want me, that's cool. If you don't want me, that's cool too. But I'm not going to sit here and waste time, so what's it going to be?"

His hands were being propped up on his hips as he looked at me intently, his eyes burning into mine with a pleading look that begged for a clear, honest answer.

"I never really knew, Jin.. that you had feelings for me, that is." I murmured, still keeping my eyes on his to not disrespect him, "I've also never really thought of you that way,"

His strong stance slowly deteriorated, but I kept talking, "I always looked at you and the guy who would always be here, listening to me and my fucked up problems,"

I stood from the chair and I could see little droplets of water forming in his eyes that he was desperately trying to hold back by bitting the shit out of his plump bottom lip. He just nodded and furiously wiped away his tears before looking at me with a somewhat calm look, "Yeah, I understand,"

I walked closer to him, the confession of his making me see all of the beautiful sides and aspects of his face, "And although I don't love you right now, I can see myself falling in love with you. I can see it perfectly."

He seemed shocked from my discreet proposition but I just lifted my hand to his cheek and wiped a stray tear with the tip of my thumb, "And if you're willing to deal with that, go through this journey of me falling in love with you.."

He nodded and leaned his face into my hand, both of his slowly caressing my hand to make sure it stayed in place, "Yes, that's all I need,"

I smiled and took him into a hug, the smell of the my artificial pheromones and the lack of his being oddly comforting despite all that was going through my life.

[Jimin]

I watched silently from the couch as Jungkook paced in the kitchen while rushing his slender fingers through his hair, "Pacing back and forth and creating a hole in our kitchen marble is not going to solve the problem, Kook,"

An audible sigh bounced off of the walls as he paused right in front of the refrigerator. He turned to face me and I kept eye contact as I sunk into the comfortable, plushness of the couch, "I know. I'm just.. thinking."

I double tapped the space on the couch beside me to signal for him to come sit next to me, and he complied by throwing himself next to me and resting his head in my lap, "Is there anything in particular you wanna do?"
 
I breathed out air through my nose while my fingers played with the hair around Jungkook's blemish free forehead, "Not really, Kook. We've just gotta think this through,"

He closed his eyes in the relishing feeling of my fingers rushing against his scalp, "Although my father was never really.. a father, he's still the man who provided me with everything."

I nodded although I couldn't relate in any way. My father was never there. Hell, he could potentially be any man wandering on the street, "Yeah, I get it,"

He turned his head so he was facing my stomach and placed a subtle kiss on top of the cloth of my shirt, smiling as he pulled back, "We've also got this little thing to think about,"

"Thing?" I chuckled as he shifted his whole body so he could face the life that was growing within me.

"We don't know if it's a boy or a girl," he brought a hand up to caress the top of my bloated stomach.

Before, I honestly thought I was just putting on weight, which scared me, but this scared me even more. I hummed in response to his statement, "What do you want it to be?"
 
He thought with a perplexed look on his face before answering, "I don't really care, as long as they're healthy and happy. That's all I ask for."

His hand was rubbing small circles into the cloth and he looked up at me with his chocolate brown eyes, "What about you? Do you have a preference?"

"It's the same for me," I put my hand on top of his, but looked at the ceiling while resting my head on the couch in thought, "but I would really like a girl,"

His hand stopped and he shifted slightly to look at me closer but I continued to stare at the popcorn ceiling intently, a familiar face forming in my mind.

Byeol's face.

"Why?"

I don't know why Byeol's face appeared in my mind. Maybe it's because somewhere deep within me, I thought that I could make up for being late. Make up for not being able to care for her or feed her. If I can cherish this child of mine and give it the best life it can possibly have while loving it endlessly, maybe Byeol will forgive me in heaven.

"I don't know,"

[author's notes]

Concise.