Not My Fault (Edited)

Chapter seven

Third pov:
Jin cleaned Namjoon up, telling him push out the after birth. He then sealed and cut the cord, wrapping it in towel and putting it in plastic bag, tossing it away. It sounds gross, but hey, it's only human nature.
Jin carefully picked up the tired teen, who held his newborn in his arms grasp, carrying them in the guest bedroom. He cleaned and took care of the bedding in his room. Washing the teens dirty, wet clothes, then helping Namjoon into a baggy button up shirt. Who winced in pain, Jin immediately apologized. "It's going to take time to heal back to your normal size down there, but on the bright side, you didn't tear, so it's not as painful, right?"  The teen grunted and glared at the elder. Jin smiled softly at him, giving him a soft pat on the shoulder. Jin went around the house and café, checking if everything was off and locked. He came back into the guest room, seeing Namjoon fast asleep.
Jin slowly took the baby from the teens grasp, so he could clean and put a diaper on the newborn. He has left over newborn diapers that were for his niece, but she grew out of them. His sister told him to keep them and now he's happy that he did. He also has a lot of his nieces old onesies, toys, all the stuff a newborn needs, even a crib, but he would need to put it back together.
Jin stared at the baby in awe, as he gently cleaned the very small infant. Putting him in a diaper, then carried him back to his mother. Namjoon was still fast asleep, but who could blame him. It's not his fault for being in this mess. Jin placed the baby back on the teens chest, pulling a blanket over them. Watching the rise and fall of the younger's chest, gilt ate him alive. It was obvious the young male is abused. Jin combed his fingers through the teens hair, still damp from giving him a real bath. The first one was only to warm him up from standing in the ran. He put the back of his hand on Namjoons forehead, sighing in relief that the younger didn't have a fever, but he will definitely keep checking.
Jin left the room to quickly get changed, he ran out of night shirts, so he just had gray sweatpants on now. He then picked up his phone, dialing his moms number.
"Hey mom, you're going to be pissed when I tell you this, but I got a teenager pregnant and-"
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah I know and I was coward through the whole thing too, but he came to my doorstep in labor, I helped him give birth. He's asleep right now, but his parents abuse him... there are bruises, scars, and scratches littered on his body....."
"Why is it that you just noticed this now? You both obviously had sex!"
Jin sighed, rubbing his face, "I... We were drunk, I didn't know what was wrong with me that night, but I can't take it back... I hate myself for everything I did to him in all honesty, I should've been there for him when he needed me. But I wasn't... I'm here for him now though, and you have a nephew by the way...." Jin had to pull his phone away from his ear, from his mother screaming and squealing.
"I'm still angry at you. But, I'll meet you three at the hospital I hope, do you know his doctors name, by any chance?"
Jin scratched the back of his neck, letting out an uncertain sound, "No, I will text you when I do find out though..."
"You better and when I meet this young boy, I am going ask him a few questions. I will also contact your uncle, he's a lawyer, so I'm sure he will help out a lot."
"Thank mom, I'll talk to you later ok."
"Bye Jin, see you tomorrow."
They said their love you's, Jin sighed and hung up. He walked back in the guest room, seeing the sleeping teen.
Jin kneeled by the edge of the bed, holding the small hand in his, he kissed the soft, yet bruised knuckles. He sniffed back tears, that he should not shed, but he felt terrible. "I'm so sorry Namjoon, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere... I promise," he whispered in a sad tone.

Next early morning...

Namjoon's pov:
My eyes fluttered open, flinching from the sunlight shinning through the window. I glanced at my newborn son laying on my chest. He was squirming a bit and whimpering. He was probably hungry, I sighed, feeling something holding my hand, I glanced over beside the bed. Mr. Kim! My eyes widened in shock, I took my hand out his grasp, slowly lifting myself up. Having to use one arm and holding my son against my chest. Wincing from still feeling slightly sore down there, but not as bad, compared to the contractions and pushing my son out, yeah it's not that bad. I sighed, leaning my back against the cushioned headboard. Now cradling my newborn in one arm. I glanced down at my baby, studying his features, his size, lord he is so tiny. I traced my finger over his nose and lips, his eyes opened, making my bottom lip tremble. I sniffled back a cry, he is so small, and yet he is so beautiful, he's personally. "Hi baby, my sweet little angel, I love you so much," I whispered, seeing my eyesight blur a bit, wiping away my tears.
I run my knuckle along his cheek, seeing him turn his head, trying to suck on it. Making me giggle, I moved the material of the unbuttoned shirt, revealing my swollen chest a bit more. Directing my sons mouth to my nipple, watching him latch onto it, closing his eyes, as he peacefully fed from my breast. Seeing my baby's small hand in a fist, I held his little hand, watching it wrap around my pointer finger. His hand is so small and cute, Jackson said he was, based off of the ultrasound. He was nearly six pounds, but I don't know if he got much bigger in the past two weeks. It felt like he did, but he looks so tiny, I've seen newborn baby's that were twice his size. I'm a bit shocked from seeing my sons size, but I love him no less.
I wiped some milk away, that peaked out from the corner of his mouth. I jumped from hearing a voice call for me.

"Namjoon?"