Bittersweet ~ A Park Jimin Fan Fiction

Chapter One

Six years.

Six years, ten months, and eleven days since I've seen Jimin. Since I've touched him. Since I've kissed him.

But it was also the first time I found out I was pregnant with our son.

Five years, six months, and twenty-four days since Jiyong came into this world. Four years, five months, and three days since he said his first word. Four years, one month, and seventeen days since he took his first steps.

I made sure every single one of Jiyong's birthdays and important milestones were on video. One day I hoped I could share these moments with his father. Holding onto that hope was trying to catch wind in a bottle. You could feel it. Hear it. But you couldn't see it, or contain it.

Six years, ten months, and eleven days ago, Jimin left to follow his dream as a musician. I never tried to contact him, telling him he had a child. I never tried to find him and rekindle our relationship. The past was best left in the past.

But the past always caught up with you.

I couldn't go out without seeing Jimin's face somewhere, whether it was a billboard or a poster or someplace else. My best friend and neighbor Hana was obsessed with BTS, Jimin's group. I didn't have to go far to see his face all over.

Hana's fingers snapped in my face. Y/N! Earth to Y/N! Did you hear what I just said?!"

"Hm? What?" I asked, switching my attention to her.

"I was just screaming my head off and you seriously weren't paying attention? she asked incredulously.

I shrugged, giving her a sheepish look. "A mother's noise tolerance."

She rolled her eyes. "WeEll, since you weren't listening at all, I guess I'll just have to start over." She cleared her throat, adjusting herself in a different position on the couch. "You know Jaehee from the hospital, right? Well, she has an aunt who works for Big Hit Entertainment. I mean, how cool is that. To sneak glimpses of BTS. Ah, I can't even imagine i-"

"Hana..."

"Oh, right sorry. Her aunt gave her some tickets to a Fan Meet. And then she gave me three tickets because she knows I adOre BTS. So this Friday, you, me, and Jiyong are meeting BTS!" she shrieked loudly.

The world crumbled around me. I was seeing Jimin again? No. I couldn't. When I moved on, trying to forget about him, I had only our best interests in mind. I couldn't ruin Jimin's life.

Hana noticed my frown. "Why are you sad? I thought you liked BTS...?"

"I do... But I can't go." I dragged a through my hair.

"What? Why not?"

"I...I just can't, Hana. You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

"Hana..." I started with a warning tone. Usually when I used my stern tone with Jiyong, he'd give me a wide berth for the rest of the day. But Hana pinned me to the couch, moving herself to sit on my stomach. "I won't get off until you tell me!"

I gasped for air. "Ha-na, get o-off !" I tried pushing her stubborn self off me but she weighed a ton.

"No."

"Get off me and I'll te-ell you."

Her eyes lit up and she scrambled off me.

I coughed, then I began. "You've always wondered who Jiyong's father is, and I've said to you that you'd never believe me if I told you." She nodded. "Things haven's changed and you still won't believe me. When I say the name, you'll see Jiyong in a whole new light." I sighed and Hana leaned forward. "The father of Jiyong is..."

The doorbell rang.

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