Elites of Seoul | Taejin ✔️

Past Sins

Jimin's Pov:

My phone continued vibrating, making me groan as I roll out of Namjoon's arms and grab it from the table. I frowned as I saw it was Hoseok calling me; he rarely calls me anymore. A text here and there, but nothing much. I kind of stayed away from communicating with him much too.

Sighing to myself, I get out of bed, leaving Namjoon's room. Going to my room, I closed the door and headed toward my balcony, dialing his number back as he had texted me asking me to call him after I never answered his call.

Taking a seat, I rest my legs onto the seat rest, waiting for him to pick up. "J-Jimin?" He questioned, almost as if he was crying.

"Hoseok, is everything okay?"

"P-please tell me it's a lie." He sniffs, crying into the phone. I closed my eyes, pulling my legs from the seat rest, and sat up. I knew immediately what he was asking. "Hoseok-"

"Jimin, please, please tell me it's a lie. Eun Mi isn't for Yoongi. He is lying to me, isn't he?"

My heart was racing; I felt horrible hearing him cry into the phone, begging me to say it was a lie. "I am sorry." I breathed out, not knowing what else to say. My horrible mistakes had been found out by someone who did not deserve it.

He broke down over the phone, I heard him scream, and then I heard glass break in the background. "WHY?!" He yelled. "H-how could you do this to me? You were my friend Jimin!"

"I-"

"You laughed and smiled in my face. I bought you gifts. I celebrated your pregnancy with you. You fucking watched me struggle to get pregnant, and you listened to my rants about wanting to give him a child, all while you were fucking him and was pregnant for him! I can't fucking believe I hated Jin thinking he was a whore, when the real whore was my fucking best friend, or at least I thought you were. Every day, I have been feeling somewhat sad about Jungkook's death and what you must be going through being a single parent, and how your daughter will view life, never knowing her father, not knowing my fucking husband is her father! How could you do this to me?!"

I didn't have words to respond as I cried silently. Hoseok was right. I couldn't defend myself against anything that Hoseok was saying; it was all true.

"I don't want ever to see you again! I don't want you around my husband. I don't want that child anywhere near him. If I ever see you again, I will let the world know what you have done. Yoongi and I are happy; he loves me. We are having another baby and are going to make our family work. Don't you ever contact me again or let me see your face, and I beg of you to block my husband's number. You are disgusting. I am so sick to my stomach that I had you as a friend. You and Jin deserve each other, both whores, thieves, stealing from others. I am so sorry for Taehyung being stuck around you both. He is trapped and doesn't even know it. I am going to let him know the slut you are, and I am going to tell Jin as well; they should kick you out before you go and try to fuck his husband, you disgusting slut!

You are a whore and a fucking homewrecker, no wonder you ran away, I swear if and when I see you I-"

I hung up the phone, not wanting to hear anymore, and brought my knees to my chest as I cried out loud. I should have known one day this would come, and I couldn't even be angry at Hoseok. He was right; I was a whore. I slept with his husband, not caring about the consequences of who I was hurting at the time.

Hoseok tried calling me back several times, but I ignored each of his calls and dialed Yoongi's number; he picked almost immediately. "W-why did you tell him?"

"Hoseok called you? Wait, are you crying?" At first, there was anger in his voice and then concern.

"Y-you told him Eun Mi is yours, w-why?"

He began cursing, "I did not give him permission to call you; what the fuck did he say?"

"Yoongi, that's not the point; why are you doing this to me? I told you I want to leave everything behind. Why did you have to do this now?"

"I want to be apart of my daughter's life, and Hoseok needed to know for me to be apart of her life. I am not keeping shit a secret anymore. You can't move to another country and leave with my kid and expect I will be calm about this. Eun Mi is my first child. She deserves to know me as her father."

"N-no, this is not the plan Yoongi-"

"There was no fucking plan, Jimin! Eun Mi is my child, and I want shared custody. I told you to get your ass back to Seoul, and you didn't listen. You wanted to do your own thing, so fine. I am doing things my way now. And don't worry, Hoseok won't call you again; he should have fucking know better than to call you! Now, stop the crying, go fix up yourself. I will be there soon. Tell my baby; daddy got her some gifts." My eyes widened, and I began shaking my head even though he couldn't see me.

"Yoongi, please, don't come here. Stay with your family; Eun Mi is fine, she-"

"You don't tell me what to do! Eun Mi is my daughter. As much as she is yours, you don't get to take her from me. I suggest you calm the fuck down, or I will take her away from you. Hoseok and I can raise her if that's what you want-" I hung up the phone on him too, not wanting to hear anymore.

Dialing the number of the only person I knew could help me against Yoongi. I didn't want to drag him into this, but I have no choice right now. I know if not stopped, Yoongi wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. Sometimes I ask myself how I could have been so stupid and reckless with my life. I wanted so badly a new, but my past sins were here dragging me back to where I once was.