kim jongin imagines (hiatus)

goodbye

a continuation of the previous imagine :)

the next morning, jongin decides that he is going to go to my house to pick up the rest of my belongings. i don't really want him to but i agree that i do need to get my things, all i managed to get were a few outfits and essentials. i tell him that i'm going with him and he doesn't like the idea but eventually relents and agrees. we get into his car and he drives over to my house, wrapping his arm around my waist when we get there. he leads me up to the door and rings the doorbell, rubbing his hand up and down my side. when my mom opens the door and sees us, she rolls her eyes, clearly displeased that we're there.

"we're here to get the rest of (y/n)'s things," jongin says flatly.

"whatever," my mom says. he pushes past her, making sure to deliberately knock her shoulder, and we head up to my bedroom.

it takes a few hours to pack up all my things and once my bedroom is empty, the severity of the situation finally hits. i sit down on my stripped bed and bury my face in my hands, beginning to cry.

"oh, baby," jongin whispers. he sits down beside me and pulls me into his chest, stroking my hair and mumbling sweet things. "i know it's hard, i'm so sorry it came to this."

"how can someone's parents just suddenly stop loving them for something that they didn't mean to happen?" i ask, looking up at him. his expression is full of pain but he tries to smile for me.

"i don't know," he replies honestly. "we haven't even met our baby but i already know that i'm going to love them no matter what happens."

"me, too," i agree. he sighs and cups my cheek to pull me into a kiss.

"come on, let's go somewhere where people actually love you."

i nod and we grab the first round of things. we don't see my parents when we're bringing things out to jongin's car but once the last box is out, my mom approaches me.

"i hope you know what you're getting yourself into," she says.

"yes, thanks," i reply.

"this is going to ruin your life. you won't be able to go to university, everything you do is going to revolve around your child. what are you going to do if he leaves you? where will you go?"

"i'm never going to leave her because i actually love her," jongin interrupts, wrapping his arm around my waist again. "i wouldn't expect you to understand that, though, it's obvious that's a sentiment we don't share."

"you have no right to talk to me like that," my mom says, eyebrows furrowing angrily. "if you're going to date my daughter-"

"i'm not your daughter anymore," i say, suddenly feeling like i can stand up for myself. hearing her be rude to jongin is really the last straw. "you kicked me out. if i don't live here i'm not your daughter."

"i still gave birth to you."

"doesn't make you my mother. consider me adopted, you don't have to  see me again and i hope you don't. i hope that you realize what you've done soon because you will never know your grandchild."

without another word, i take jongin's hand and we leave the house. once in the car, jongin turns to me and laughs, eyes full of wonder when he looks at me.

"you are magnificent," he says. i grin and seeing my mom watching us, i grab his chin and pull him into a deep kiss. he eagerly reciprocates for a few seconds before pulling away to put the car into reverse. as we drive off, i look back up to the door and give my parents the finger as they disappear behind us.

i know that the next few years of mine and jongin's are going to be hard, we both know that, but knowing how much he loves me and our baby, i can't wait.