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“Do you… want to… sleep with me?” He asked in a whisper, and he clearly saw his eyes twitch, but Jungkook remained still, not moving from his position.

“You don’t want to? Don’t worry, the pleasure is…all mine” Jimin winked and laughed drunkenly again, but the laughter was cut short when Jungkook’s hand grabbed his face, and Jimin had to stand on his toes to match with his height as he kissed him hard.

Jimin eyes went shut slowly, and he kissed him back roughly, grabbing an handful of his loose shirt in his palms.

Both are crazy and unaware of what’s going on right now, but maybe they want something to take their minds off what’s eating them up, and this seems like the only available one right now.

They jumped on it, and just when the kiss was about to start getting more intense, Jungkook broke it, and Jimin licked his lips funnily.

“You’re a freaking good kisser” he muttered, and Jungkook roughly spun him, turning his back to himself so Jimin's arms and chest are trapped on the wall.

“Already?” Jimin giggled, his cheeks getting redder as Jungkook pulled his top up and tore his pants away.

A gentle air hit his genitals, and he smiled, his red cheeks resting on the cold tiled wall.

Jimin heard a slow groan from Jungkook as he pulled down his pants too, and in the next second, he plunged his d*ck inside him.

“Oh my gawd! Ouch!” Jimin gasped loudly, biting his lip as he began smashing him through the back.

Jimin started moaning throatily, and the moans grew louder and louder as Jungkook slammed harder and harder. He wasn’t gentle.

His groans came occasionally, and Jimin had to hold the wall rigidly as Jungkook gave it to him back to back.

Meanwhile, outside the restroom, the two bartenders are listening to everything while exchanging glances.

“The f**k is going on in there” the first one asked with wide eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious?” The second one replied.

“Gawd, why does this feel like the beginning of a very interesting novel?” The first said again.

“Whatever” the second replied, and their eyes widened when the moans stopped coming.

They rushed out of the hallway, and immediately they left, Jimin was the first to stagger out, but he looks better than before, though his cheeks are still red.

“Thanks for… tonight… You’re not only a good kisser, but also a… good f**ker!” Jimin laughed, and Jungkook grinned.

He’s just coming out, his belt still undone.

“See you… around!” Jimin waved, and Jungkook nodded as he staggered out.

Jungkook was holding his belt as he went out too.

*

LATER THAT NIGHT, JUNGKOOK’S PLACE*

Soora came out of a taxi and took of her dark shades, inhaling before going in.

She met Jin in the living room, and Jin spranged up.

“Thank gawd you’re here eomma, he has been inside since he came and he won’t even talk to me” he said.

“Taemin really did that?” Soora asked calmly.

“Trust me I wish I met him when I came out of my hiding place, you should know I’d have tore him apart. I went to his place, but he moved out with his younger brother and mum already. The businessman got him a mansion” Jin replied.

“He literally used my son” Soora muttered, dropping her bag.

“Make his favorite coffee” she said and went to Jungkook’s room.

“Jungkook! Eomma is here!” She knocked on the door, but no answer came.

“Jungkook let me see your face at least…I promise to make Taemin pay so please…” She knocked again.

Still no answer.

Jin came with the coffee, and she took it from him.

“Your favorite coffee is here, you can have it and calm down then…”

Soora was still talking when the door opened, revealing Jungkook whose face is completely wet with tears.

“Son!” Soora gasped shockingly.

“Jungkook don’t be like this” Jin shook his head.

“Taemin made me start liking coffee, and you want me to drink it in this situation? You both are thoughtless” he muttered hurtfully and hit the coffee cup away from Soora.

It fell and shattered on the ground, and Jin gasped.

“Jungkook I’m so..”

“I wanna be alone, please” he sniffed and went back in, slamming the door.

Soora and Jin exchanged glances, and they sighed sadly.

*

A MONTH LATER, JIMIN’S PLACE*

Jimin is currently preparing to go job hunting again like he has been doing since the past one month.

Even as a graduate, it’s hard to find a good job in this city. No one wants to offer, and the few who wants to offer are requesting for his body which he’s not ready to give.

He has to find a job as soon as possible, because he has just one week left to pay the loan, and if he fails to do it, he’d probably be abused or beaten. They’re thugs.

He put on his shoes, thanks to Hoseok who gave him new ones.

His phone buzzed on the bed, and he rushed to check.

A big smile appeared on his face when he saw it’s a text from Hoseok.

• Have you eaten this morning? Don’t tell me you’re crying again.

He quickly texted back…

• I took noodles, and don’t worry, no tears anymore.

Hoseok travelled out of Korea one week after their graduation. He’s currently in the US, and even though they’re far from each other, he did a great job in making him smile again after what Namgil and Gyuvin did.

He’d always text and call, making sure he ate and all. Hoseok is his saviour.

He was about to drop the phone and wear his second shoe when he felt like throwing up, and his eyes widened.

He rushed to the toilet and knelt in front of the seat, vomiting for real.

He has been feeling this way since last week, and he even vomited last night too, but he has been waving it off.

Now it’s not something to wave off again, something is definitely wrong with him.

He went back to the room and got his phone to go search about his symptoms online, and when he saw it, his eyes widened.

“No….it can’t be…I can’t be…”

He spranged up and rushed out of the house to the nearest pharmacy where he bought a pregnancy test strip.

He rushed back home and followed instructions on the body of the paper, dropping a pinch of his blood in it.

He was shaking as he waited for the result, and he had to close his eyes.

Three minutes later, he opened up only to see two lines staring at him on the strip. Positive!

“No!!!!! No! No please I can’t be pregnant! I can’t even take care of myself and now a baby? No!!!!!” He started rolling on the ground, crying for real.

“I can’t!!!!” He screamed again, holding his head.

He suddenly stood up again, wearing his shoes hastily.

He was wiping his tears with the back of his hands as he rushed out of the house, not minding his scattered hair.

He boarded a taxi to the bar… Aarang bar where it all started.

He rushed in, and he met the two bartenders. He clearly remembered their faces.

He went to the stand and grabbed their arms.

“Wait..the drunkard?” They smiled.

“You remember me?” He sniffed.

“Of course! You got drunk and f**ked a guy in the restroom, it’s hard to forget” the second replied.

“The guy…do you know him? Please tell me anything you know about him” he said impatiently.

“No we don’t. That was his first time here and he hasn’t come back since then”

“What!” Jimin staggered.

“Any problem?” They asked.

“I’m in trouble!!” Jimin sat on the ground and resumed shaking like a kid.

“Wait…it’s not what I’m thinking, right?” The bartender asked, and Jimin slowly started crying again.

“It’s definitely what we’re thinking, a baby!” The bartenders chorused, and Jimin cried louder, holding his head.

“But it’s cool, you can take care of it yourself then when you meet in the future, you…”

“I can’t even take care of myself!!! Do I look rich? I’m poorer than a church rat!!!” Jimin cried louder..

“Oops!” They chorused again.

“You should drop your number, we’d give you a call if he shows up”

“You’d do that?” Jimin stood.

“Sure” they nodded, and Jimin quickly wrote his phone number.

“Make sure you give me a call, please” he begged.

“Sure”

*

EIGHT MONTHS LATER, A RESTURANT*

The journey of nine months has been an alone thing for Jimin, no one to rely on.

He always called the bar to ask about the guy, but their answer is always no, he hasn’t showed up since then.

Taking care of himself with the pregnancy has been hell, and there are a lotta times he thought about abortion, but he just can’t.

No matter the circumstances, the baby is still his, and he’d never harm it.

Even if he has to sell by the roadside, then he’d gladly do it so he’d survive with the baby.

The due date is anytime from now, and he should be resting, but how would he when he has to make money?

His stomach was protruding so much as he stood from a chair with the plates he has washed.

He’s a dishwasher here in the resturant.

“Well-done Jimin, you’re almost done for today” the restaurant madam took the plates from him.

“Thanks madam” he smiled, wiping his sweat.

His phone rang in his tattered bag, and he took it out to see the bartenders line.

He quickly picked with anticipation.

“He’s here!” They shouted.

*

AARANG BAR*

Jimin smiled when he came out of the taxi that brought him, and he inhaled after paying, staring at the building and hoping the meeting would go well.

He walked in, his stomach bulging in front of him.

He felt tired when he got to the door, so he had to hold the door and wait for a while to calm down before proceeding.

He entered the bar, and he was met with smiles from the bartenders.

They pointed at an angle for him, and he turned to the angle to see him for real.

He’s sitting calmly on a table with a glass of wine in front of him then a laptop which he’s working on. He’s so focused.

He swallowed nervously before starting to take steps to him, and till he got to him, he didn’t look up for once.

He finally got to him and knocked his table, making him look up.

Surprisingly, he didn’t show any sign of surprise on his face, he only gave him a questioning look as to why he knocked the table.

“You remember me, right?” Jimin asked slowly, and he moved his thick brows slightly.

He sat in front of him, and Jungkook kept looking at him.

“That night…

“The night you seduced me” he cut him off, and Jimin blinked.

“I…I wasn’t in my right senses and…

“Lair…you knew what you were doing. You saw me drunk, and I’m sure you planned to do that and probably push a child on me. Let me guess, you’re here to tell me the baby in your belly is mine?” He smirked, and Jimin swallowed nervously again.

“I’m not someone like that, believe me I wouldn’t make such request in my right senses…I was drunk … We were both drunk and…

“And you took advantage of me! Why would you ask for s*x in your drunk state? You’re obviously a cheap one who’s looking for someone to implicate” he said icily, and Jimin's eyes widened.

“Did you just call me…cheap?”

“Yeah. I said what I said. You purposely did it and I’m so not ready for your lies ok?” He replied coldly and returned to working on his laptop.

Tears rushed down Jimin’s eyes, and he stood slowly.

“Let’s go for paternity test then, take me to any hospital you trust” he said in tears, but Jungkook kept pressing the laptop buttons.

“Please!!! I have nowhere else to go I really can’t do this alone. I’m a poor orphan and I…

“And I don’t care! Look I hate people but people like you are the worse! I’d rather keep a dog!” He snapped angrily and stood.

Jimin quickly went on his knees and started rubbing his palms together.

“Take pity on me, I…I…

Jungkook closed his laptop, interrupting his speech.

He carried it then faced him.

“Birth the baby, and I’ll be here at this same time next year. I’ll take it, but your b**chy self can go to hell afterwards” he said harshly and walked out of the bar.

Jimin sat on the ground afterwards, crying louder while holding his stomach.

The two bartenders rushed to him, trying to console him, but his cries only got louder.

He was still crying when his eyes suddenly widened. A sharp pain stung his abdomen, and he gasped.

“My…my stomach!!! My tummy!!!”

“Your tummy? What’s happening?” The bartenders exchanged glances, and before they knew it, blood started coming out of his system.

“The baby? Wait… It’s time?”

“Argghhhhh!!!!!!!!” Jimin’s mouth opened wide as the insane labour pains gripped him.

“Hmmmmm!!!!!!”

“Is it too late to call an ambulance?” The first bartender said.

“What should we do?”

“Arggggghhh!!!!!!” Jimin cried, and more blood poured out of him.

“Let’s try this” the bartenders exchanged glances, and they nodded at once.

Jimin was lucky, because the labour didn’t take much time.

In thirty minutes, he birthed the baby, a cute baby boy.

Tears came out of his eyes immediately he saw him, and he passed out.

“Call an ambulance” the first bartender told the other.

*

ONE YEAR LATER*

Just like he came down from the taxi on this day last year, Jimin came down from a taxi again, but this time he’s holding his baby, Jungmin.

He looked at the bar, and tears almost came out of his eyes when he remembered he actually gave birth in here.

Jungmin’s little hand touched his face, and he smiled as he looked at him.

Even at such a young age, it’s so clear who his father is. He’s Jungkook’s copy.

He smiled cutely, his one teeth looking funny in his gum.

Jimin kissed his cheeks, and he chuckled cutely, raising his hands in the air innocently as he entered the bar.

Just like last year, Jungkook is sitting on that same seat, but right now he’s looking richer and more handsome, wearing expensive brands, but his cold face is still same, and he’s sitting on the same table.

The bartenders were smiling at Jimin from the stand, he smiled sadly before walking to Jungkook.

He knocked his table before he looked up, but he looks shocked this time immediately he saw little Jungmin, obviously because of the uncanny resemblance.

He stood slowly, still staring at the baby.

“Here” Jimin said, giving Jungmin to him reluctantly.

Jungkook took him slowly, and the boy smiled at him too. He’s damn cheerful.

“I think it’s over now” Jimin said.

Jungkook didn’t say a word to him.

He called in a guy who looks like his P.A, and the guy packed the laptop and files on the table, then they left the bar together.

Jungmin started crying, and Jimin’s tears flowed too as he watched Jungkook take him away.

He squatted on his spot, and the bartenders joined him.

“It’s ok” they started patting him.

It might take years before he sees Jungmin again, or he might never even see him again.

He stood when realization hit him, and he rushed out of the bar

Jungkook was about to enter the car when he pulled him back.

“Please, let me spend one more hour with Jungmin before you take him” he pleaded.

“I have work to do” he replied blankly.

“Please, ok 30 minutes, I miss him already please let me just…

“I said I have things to do. Apparently, I’m not jobless like you” he cut him off with a glare, and Jimin arms fell from him in a slow motion.

Tears rolled out of his eyes again.

“You’re heartless” he muttered hurtfully.

“Someone taught me to be” he replied coldly and entered the car, driving away from him.

“Jungmin!!!!!!!!” Jimin cried out, sitting on the ground.

The bartenders rushed out again, and when they saw him, they exchanged glances.

“The story can’t end like this” the first one said sadly.

“Definitely, there’s still the future” the second one replied, staring pitifully at Jimin.

“Jungmin, daddy is sorry. I love you so much” he muttered in tears, shaking with cold.

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TBC.