Not My Fault (Edited)

Chapter four

Third pov:
Namjoon died his hair black, he was beyond thankful for Jimins mother paying for the hair dye for him.
He also had one more day until he was free from detention with Jin. The small teen started to gain a little weight, so he now had to wear really baggy hoodies. Which add on another thing for people to bully and pick on him.

The bell rung, Jin handed him his prompt, Namjoon then started writing. An hour felt like ten years, but once done, the teen pushed himself up and placed the finished paper on the teachers desk. Jin was grading tests, but noticed the teen didn't leave yet, he glanced up at the teen. "Can I help you with anything Namjoon?" Namjoon had his his eyes locked to the floor, he swallowed a thick lump in his throat. "D-don't call my parents about this.... please?" He begged in a low voice. The teacher rose his brow, "And why not?" Namjoon shifted his feet a bit, his gaze not breaking from the floor, "be-because... I don't...... th-they'll hurt me-me... an-and I-I'm.... I'm pregnant..." he stuttered out in a very low voice. Yet the teacher still picked it up, he rubbed his temples with his fingers, groaning from stress and irritation.
"And this is my problem because? What? It's not my fault you're a horny teen and didn't use protection, you expect me to pity you? Huh?"
Namjoons head shot up, glancing at the man in disbelief, he crossed his arms over his chest. His small bump slightly more prominent, "what do mean 'horny teen'? For your fucking information teacher, I was a virgin, four months ago, so do the simple math and call me a horny teen again!?" Namjoon snapped, he wiped his eyes, that glossed over in tears, that quietly fell.
Jin had anger boil up in him, how was he supposed to know the kid was fertile male? He slammed his hands the desk, shooting up from his seat.
The sudden action made the teen jump, "You're a male carrier? First you don't tell me your age and now you're telling me this, maybe I should call you paren-" "No please don't!! I beg of you don't!! I'm not asking for your help nor your pity, just don't call them, please...." the teen quickly cut the teacher off. Jin glared at him, "As long as I don't see you at the same college we were going to next year, then fine... but if I am your professor, then I will not be happy," he gritted out, not exactly understanding why the teen was so scared of his parents.
Namjoon then broke out in tears, he's been wanting to go to BitHit university for so long. He was going to move there, he and Jin spoke about going to the same college, but he thought Jin was around his age at the time. The elder meant he was going to be a professor, not a student.
"I-I can't... I used all of my savings to move there on the doctor appointments and the vitamins, because I'm lacking nutrition from throwing up.... an-and it doesn't help that I don't get fed... I'm not aloud to e-eat.... I work two jobs Mr. Kim.... I-I'm a good student... I ha-had a scholarship, s-several actually, bu-but my parents declined th-them, s-s-saying I didn't deserve them.... I-I'm not asking for your help, just please don't call them... please... I-I need to protect m-my baby J-Jin." Namjoon was now a sobbing mess, his eyes were red and puffy, his red nose was running like crazy. Jin just glared at him more, his heart slightly cracked from hearing the younger say his real name with a broken voice. He groaned, "Fine, but you won't tell anyone about this, got it?" The teen nod his head frantically, bowing and thanking the teacher. Taking his bag and running out of the room.

Yet one student heard the whole conversation, she grinned,
"Oh Namjoon, you will be in for a treat just wait..." she mumbled.

Three and a half months later...

Namjoon's pov:
I followed the doctor into the ultrasound room, Jimin and Hoseok behind me. He gestured me to lay on the bed and lift up my shirt. I did as told, taking my parka off completely and handing it to Hoseok. I laid down on the table, rolling my shirt up, revealing my now seven month bump, yet...
"You're still really small for being seven and a half months Namjoon... are you even eating? You look like you haven't slept that much either."
He squeezed the warm gel on my bump, taking the wand and moving it around, pressing a button. The baby's heartbeat echoed in the room, Jimin sniffled behind me. I felt his small hand grasp mine, giving it slight squeeze. "We are making sure he eats, but his parents aren't helping out with anything really," Jimin stated for me.
The doctor glanced at me, his brow rose, he just sighed softly and looked back at the screen.
"Well he looks very healthy and nothing seems to be wrong with him and he is perfect position for natural birth too.... just be careful ok... and try to get some rest, drink plenty of fluids and eat." He turned the machine off, handing me a napkin, so I could wipe the left over gel off. He pat my thigh and stood up, "I'll go get you a few copies real quick." I nod and smiled softly, "Th-Thanks Jackson," I muttered, as Jimin helped me sit up. I hissed, rubbing my lower back, feeling the baby squirm in me. I huffed and slowly sat up from the bed. Thanking Hoseok when he handed me my parka back. "Does the father know?" Jimin asked in a hesitant voice. I felt my body stiffen, clearing my throat and nodding slowly. "Ye-yeah.... he doesn't want anything to do with my son though," my voice sounding more pissed than sad. I am upset, but it's my fault for getting myself pregnant anyway. For the past three months rumors went around about me being pregnant. No knew who the father was thank goodness, but the amount of times I've been touched, how many males I've seen get beaten up from Yoongi and Jungkook, after they found out it's been happening for months. Even with all of the harsh beatings and words I receive, I'm happy to have supportive friends through this.
So I push through with every hit I get, like I always have.