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"Why can you never do things like I said so?!", I yelled.

"Why can you understand that I'm tired when I come home from work?! Let me relax! I said I'll clean it!", Jimin yelled.

"When?? Five years from now??? Even when you say you're gonna do it, you never end up doing it! I always have to clean your stuff for you! And you can't even take out the trash! Is that so hard?! 'I forgot babe' that excuse is getting old!", I yelled.

"Is it my fault that I'm already stressed out about practice and tour?? Hearing you bitch about these things makes it worse!", he yelled.

I raised my hand and slapped him across the cheek. Tears rolled down my face and I ran into the room. Jimin came in seconds later and laid down next to me.

"I hate that you're like this. Why do you always have to be such a..a.."

"A what?? A bitch?? That's so nice of you to say that", I cried.

"Well no one wants to come home to have their girlfriend yell at them. Why can't you just do it?? You know how hard I work to get money to provide for us and you still talk as if I'm helpless", he said.

"You are! You don't help me at all!! Especially now!", I yelled.

"Especially now? What do you mean?", he asked.

"I'm pregnant", I said.

He widened his eyes and quickly stood up.

"Get out. It's bad enough I have to get yelled at by you for doing nothing wrong. Get out!", he yelled.

He threw my stuff out of the house and locked the door as I was pushed out. I didn't even bother knocking so he could let me back in. I just grabbed my stuff and walked around until I found a little spot that looked comfortable.

I didn't want to call my parents because they didn't support me going out with a guy like Jimin. They said either choose them or him..and I chose him....I chose wrong. I laid down on a little bench and rested my head on the hard armrest.

The next morning I woke up with an empty stomach. I looked around and couldn't find anything to eat. I didn't have money so I couldn't buy food. I watched from afar, a family eating breakfast at the park. My stomach made a loud noise and I groaned while placing my hand on it.

"Don't worry. I'll find us something to eat", I said to my stomach.

When the family left, I checked in the trash for any leftovers. Luckily there was a half eaten breakfast burrito covered in aluminum foil. Is not a lot but it's something. When I finished it, I was still hungry. A couple of people were staring at me really weird. Haven't they seen a person looking for food before?

I went back to the little spot where I slept last night and sat down on the bench. I looked through my wallet and noticed a couple of pictures of me and Jimin. One of our first date, our first kiss, and our first...moving in together. I started crying and laid down on the hard bench.

Weeks pass and I've been feeling a bit weak. The heat and starvation don't mix well together. One day, I woke up to someone going through my stuff. They grabbed one of my bags and started running. I ran after him. I chased him for about 20 minutes until the side of my stomach started hurting. I bent down and held my stomach. A sharp pain going through my body. I saw lots and lots of blood going doing my legs.

I went to the hospital and they told me I wasn't receiving enough nutrients for the baby, causing me to have a miscarriage. I didn't want to believe what the doctor told me. I was so excited to have the baby.

After being released from the hospital, I went back to the small park and sat down in the bench that is now my bed. I cried and cried until my eyes were getting swollen. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"(Y/n)."

I looked up and noticed Jimin kneeling in front of me. I swiped his hand away and turned around.

"(Y/n), the hospital called me. They said you lost the baby. I'm so sorry", he said.

"No you're not. You're just happy that you don't have to deal with a burden anymore", I said.

"I'm not happy at all. I know I've been a jerk to you and I'm sorry for that. I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. Come back with me please. I'll treat you better than before. I'll help you around the house no matter how tired I am. I'll take care of you. I just don't wanna see you suffer anymore. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how important you are to me. I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. You didn't deserve it. I'll understand if you don't wanna be with me. You do deserve someone better than me. Someone who treats you like a princess. I just want you to give us one more try and if you don't wanna be with me then I'll pay for you to go to a hotel and you don't have to hear from me ever again. I'll pay for whatever. Just love me again..please", he whispered as he hugged me from behind.

I can tell he was crying since I felt the tears hitting my shoulder. I faced him and wiped away the tears.

"Promise me you won't hurt me again", I said.

"I promise. 100%", he said.

"Okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you as well. I should've understood how tired you'd be from the job you have. I just missed you being with me. All you wanted to do was sleep. I thought that maybe if I got you to help me around the house, we'd have fun together. I'm sorry", I said.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I need to be a better boyfriend. Now, let's get your stuff to the house. It must've been hard sleeping here", he said, looking at me concerned.

"It's was scary also", I said.

"I'm sorry", he said.

"Don't worry about it. Let's just go home", I smiled.