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"Oh shit, you're cute." 

Jimin

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Yoongi's POV

~ Flashback ~

2 years ago.

I left a patients room, seeing them peacefully sleeping while tucked up under white lavish bed sheets.

My shift was a night shift so I arrived at midnight and it's now just after 3 o'clock in the morning.

I sighed while walking down the corridor.

I've almost become like an owl because I sleep during the day but am awake at night.

My nose scrunched up as I heard vomiting from inside a room.

I read the tag that was above the door before entering, finding out it was a drug abuse room.

There wasn't a doctor in sight as a male was bent over the sink in the corner of the room.

I also noticed he'd pressed his button wanting assistance but it seems he hasn't had any.

"You okay?" I asked while patting his back as he vomited again in the sink.

I couldn't see the male's face, however he shook his head.

"Do I look okay?" His voice slurred.

"No. I'm just not a doctor for drug abuse patients but happened to be around." I stated.

A second later, a woman came in with a massive needle. Pushing the male back towards the bed so that he perched upon the edge of it before sticking a needle inside his arm, presumably a substance to calm him down.

A second later she put another needle in him, this time it was connected to a fluid bag.

His head hung low as he looked at his arms.

He cried, wincing before ripping the fluid pipe out of his blood stream.

"No!" The nurse muttered.

"Doctor, can you give me some help?" The nurse complained before grabbing his arm again.

I walked over, sitting down on the bed beside the male.

He seemed young, maybe a couple years younger than me.

His waist was super skinny, even the size of his arms was tiny. I could wrap my hand fully around his arm width if I tried.

"I don't want it. Don't let her do it." He stuttered while keeping his head down.

"It will be good for your body." I replied as she went to put the needle connected to the fluid bag back in.

"It feels uncomfortable." He muttered.

"But it will make you feel more normal. Do you feel like everything is spinning?" I asked him.

"No, I feel like I can see everything more clearly. But then it's also turning into a rainbow smudge of colours the longer I look at things." The male murmured.

"Don't you want to see things without the smudge of colours?" I asked him softly as he raised his hand to pull the needle back out.

"Yes." He replied.

He put his hand down a little, but before he could change his mind, I leaned over grabbing his hand in mine.

The nurse then walked away, leaving me with the male, holding his hand as he just stared at his lap.

"What drugs did you take?" I asked him.

"Marijuana." He responded.

"Why do you take it?" I asked him, curiosity bubbling inside me for answers of why someone would take drugs too the extent it makes them sick.

"Because my ex took it with me, he said it makes you feel happier. It does until it wears off. I don't know what happiness feels like without taking it anymore." The male explained.

"Have you tried attending rehab?" I asked the male, his hair was a dark brown colour.

"I've tried. I want to stop, this isn't who I want to be but I just can't stop. I can't live without happiness. Without it, I'm beyond depressed." The male explained.

His voice was so soft and soothing, even though his speech slurred, every now and again his voice got quicker.

My heart skipped a beat while examining rings on his smaller chubby fingers.

"Does your neck hurt?" I asked him while seeing him continue to dip his head.

"Yeah, a bit." He responded.

"Look up." I said, raising my free hand to tap his chin.

"But I don't want anyone looking at me." He mumbled.

"Well no one will. No one but us two are here." I explained.

He sighed before looking up.

He moved his head to the side, my eyes catching the first glance of the male I sat with.

His eyes were a deep chocolate brown colour, his black pupils were dilated making him look so cute.

His brunette hair fell around his face in a curtain shape with an undercut noticeable bellow.

His lips were massive, pink and plump.

And his pink tinted nose was scrunched up as he stared back at me.

"Oh shit, you're cute." He gasped while quickly letting go of my hand.

I laughed at his reaction, unaware that I showed off my gummy smile, my eyes closing more.

"Lord, I'm not high enough to even try flirting without finding it embarrassing." The male muttered, only I clearly heard what he said.

"I don't date people who do drugs." I commented.

The male beside me cutely pouted.

"What if I stopped?" The male asked, adorably tilting his head to the side as he looked at me.

My cheeks lit up as a smile formed on my face from ear to ear.

"You'd do that for me?" I asked while feeling shocked by his remark.

"I'd do it for both of us, I want to end this. I just need help. I guess if you gave me a chance, that could be all I need to help tear myself away from my own habits. Giving me a reason to find my own way of getting happiness and a stable life back." He explained.

"I could make an exception then if you stop along the time we date." I responded while watching his reaction.

The most adorable smile appeared on his juicy lips, his crooked teeth showing as eye smiles formed.

I don't know who could be so cruel to make this male even start taking drugs.

My heart was just set on fire from the first time I held his hand, to the look of his tired innocent eyes, to his swollen soft lips.

"I'm Park Jimin by the way." The male said looking away from me, however I could tell he was smiling as his cheeks puffed out.

"I'm Min Yoongi." I replied while feeling excited to be at work for once.

~ End of Flashback ~

10 minutes after the birth.

Jungkook scoffed before blankly responding, "Because Jimin is dating the male you bumped into the day you both broke up, and you just gave birth to their baby. You seriously just preformed a c-section on your ex, Park Jimin who's intersex."

My heart crashed in my chest.

My entire body flushed hot. 

My blood swirled inside of me while my chest ached in agony.

I felt as though I'd just been hit by a car, just waiting for my body to hit the ground after impact.

It all makes sense, Park Jihyun's brother is Park Jimin, I just didn't think much of their last name.

But how could Jimin meet his old neighbor?

Did Jimin rush out of his house after me? Did they bump into each other then?

Did Jimin not actually move to Busan until later?

I fought so long in court, unaware that Jimin was capable of having children after all because he was always allowed to have 'his own' children.

I gave up on the love of my life too soon and continued fighting too late, possibly fighting when Jimin was already with another man, or even pregnant.

He should have been having my baby but I fucked up. I really fucked up.

I was absolutely speechless, I couldn't say a word to any of the 3 people looking at me, just waiting for my reaction.

I worked so hard, and couldn't imagine a future with any other male, allowing my time to never think about anyone but Jimin.

But MY Jimin moved on because I didn't process the way I felt before I left.

My baby fever, anger and my frustration took control of me.

Jimin was so innocently led into taking drugs and I walked away from him like he was nothing, even throughout everything. He gave up drugs for the both of us.

I walked away when I gave him a chance, I helped him quit drugs, and helped us both to create happiness when we both were lacking in it.

I was alone, working at night and sleeping through the day because I had nothing exciting in my life, until Jimin came along.

Hoseok quickly rushed into my arms as he caught on to the tension/aurora building around me.

He tightly wrapped his arms around me, allowing for my pain to seep out as tears slipped from my brown orbs.

I hate public crying, but I had no clue how my day would have turned out.

I even fucking held Jimin's baby before him.

HIS EX WHO LEFT HIM SO UNLOVINGLY HELD HIS CHILD.

I hid my face against Hoseok's shoulder to hide my pain from Jungkook.

My stomach churned as I felt heat in my throat.

I felt like I would puke, only because I touched Jimin's skin again, and held his baby. Because he's what's kept me going every morning because I wanted to improve for him but my dreams really are over.

My imagined future with Park Jimin is over...

I don't get to have a piece of me with him... I don't get the future I longed for... And I have no one but myself to blame...

AU - Not gonna lie, writing this chapter made me feel very emotional. If you knew his side from the beginning and knew he'd made such a stupid mistake but yet he realized and kept trying just for the person he loved, only to find out he's too late in this way is just making me feel like an emotional wreak. Especially when Jimin's living there dream of having a child, but with another man. Just heart break's hit hard. But thoughts?

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