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One month later -

The sun was bright, but the humidity lay gentle over the campus, where laughter and chatter echoed in lively bursts from all corners. You could hear the clatter of desks opening and closing, the P.E. teacher's sharp instructions—sounds that filled the university's wide corridors like a familiar, constant hum.

Removed from these usual rhythms, Jimin sat alone on the railing of the first floor, perched in one of the most secluded, serene spots on campus. He gazed straight ahead, eyes fixed on the endless sky, lost in a quiet thoughtfulness that made him feel worlds away from the life teeming below.

"This is so hard"

He mumbled, gripping the railing on which he was sitting. He scrunched his nose when a huge wave of wind blew past him.

He softly hugged himself, few tears slipping past his pretty long lashes. His ears perked up when he heard some footsteps nearing him ,so he quickly wiped away his tears.

"Jimin."

The aforementioned didn't respond, his eyes fixed somewhere distant, as if the weight of the call to his name hadn't reached him.

"..."

"I got my application approved by the dean," The another person continued, his tone soft but steady. "We can leave now."

Jimin blinked slowly but didn't move, his fingers clutching the edge of the railing. The silence between them grew heavier with every passing second.

"..."

"Jimin," The taller man pressed gently, stepping closer. "Are you hesitating? It was your decision, after all."

Jimin's shoulders tensed at the words. His lips parted, but his voice caught in his throat before he managed to speak.

"T-Taehyung," he murmured, his voice trembling as he finally turned to meet the taller's gaze. His chest rose and fell unevenly, a clear sign of the storm within him. "Do you think I'm doing the right thing?"

Taehyung let out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his hair. His eyes fell to the ground, avoiding Jimin's searching stare. The moment lingered, thick with unspoken doubts, before he shook his head slightly, his expression shadowed with quiet resignation.

"It's your life, Jimin. Its very complicated. If the situation was something else then I could've stopped you but currently, even if I stop you, we both know it's not gonna work at all."

Hearing this, Jimin nodded immediately.

"Yeah... It's not gonna work. I've my future ahead and even if I somehow manage to do this, there is no bright future for the kid."  Jimin muttered.

Being an young man who is just in university and getting pregnant is something which he had never planned but carrying his own sibling's kid is so absurd.

He and Taehyung were not lovers; they never had been, and they never would be. The thought of a child between them was unthinkable, a future steeped in complications and shame. Even if Jimin dared to keep the child, it would only make everything unbearably awkward—fracturing his family, tarnishing their name.

Males rarely conceived, but Jimin was a hybrid, and fate had decided to make him an exception. The very idea of hiding this from the world felt suffocating, a burden heavier than he could carry. Who would want a child born not of love but of a mistake—an unfortunate night that both wished they could erase?

That night, unplanned and reckless, was the single most cursed moment in both their lives.

When Jimin first discovered he was pregnant, fear gripped him like a vice. He could barely breathe as the weight of reality sank in. Anxiety consumed him to the point of near collapse, leaving him trembling and desperate for a way out.

Taehyung, however, wasn't oblivious. He had noticed Jimin's strange behavior—the nervous glances, the unspoken words, the way he avoided meeting his gaze. Suspicion gnawed at him until he found himself following Jimin to the hospital.

Flashback:

It was a quiet afternoon in the university library. Taehyung sat across from Jimin, who was buried in his textbooks, yet not really reading. Every time Taehyung glanced up, he saw Jimin's gaze drift toward the window, his expression distant. His fingers nervously tapped on the desk, as if he couldn't keep still.

"Hey, are you okay?" Taehyung asked, narrowing his eyes as he watched Jimin's unease. "You've been off all day."

Jimin quickly snapped his attention back to his book, forcing a smile. "I'm fine, Taehyung. Just tired, you know?" He avoided looking directly at Taehyung, focusing on the pages in front of him.

Taehyung wasn't convinced. Something wasn't right. He leaned back in his chair, eyes still on Jimin. "You sure? You've been acting weird lately. You hardly sleep, and when you do, it's like you're in another world. Even today... you seem like you're a million miles away."

Jimin's eyes flickered toward him for a second before he quickly looked away again. His lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. He just sighed.

"Maybe I'm just stressed, okay?" Jimin mumbled, his voice soft and unconvincing.

Flashback:

Later that week, at home, Taehyung noticed Jimin's strange behavior again. He was sprawled out on the couch, playing with his phone, when Jimin walked in. His face was pale, and his eyes were wide with panic, as if he'd just witnessed something unsettling.

"Hey, what happened?" Taehyung asked, sitting up straight, alarmed by Jimin's appearance.

Jimin didn't answer immediately. He closed the door behind him softly, trying to mask the sound. "Nothing. Just... you know, another bad day," he muttered, his voice almost trembling.

Taehyung stood up, walking over to him. "Bad day? Jimin, you look like you're about to collapse." He placed a hand on Jimin's shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

Jimin flinched under his touch, and his eyes widened for a split second, as if he hadn't expected Taehyung to be so close. But he quickly brushed it off, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I'm fine, really," Jimin replied, pulling away slightly. "It's just... I've been feeling off lately. Just stress, nothing more. You know how it is."

But Taehyung could see through the façade. He knew Jimin well enough to recognize when he was lying.

"Jimin, don't shut me out," Taehyung said quietly, trying to make him understand. "I'm here, okay? You don't have to go through this alone."

Jimin's smile faltered. "I know, Tae... I know. But it's just... easier this way."

Flashback:

A few days later, the group of friends gathered at a café after classes. Everyone was laughing, enjoying their time, but Taehyung kept catching glimpses of Jimin sitting quietly at the table, his usually bright demeanor now subdued. His smile seemed forced, and every time someone asked him a question, he either gave short responses or didn't respond at all.

"Jimin, are you even listening?" one of their friends asked, laughing lightly.

Jimin blinked and looked up, his eyes unfocused. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry." He gave a weak grin.

Taehyung tilted his head, watching him closely. "You're not fine, Jimin. You keep zoning out. Are you really okay?"

Jimin quickly looked away, his lips pressed tightly together, almost as if he was holding something back. "I told you, I'm fine," he said, a little too quickly.

But Taehyung wasn't fooled. There was something off about Jimin's behavior, something that he couldn't quite place.

"Alright, if you say so," Taehyung replied, his voice soft but filled with concern. He could see Jimin's discomfort, his unease, but Jimin kept hiding it.

As the evening wore on, Jimin's eyes remained dull, and he kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Taehyung couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His gut told him that whatever it was, Jimin wasn't being honest, not even with himself.

Later that night, Taehyung found himself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't help but replay the day's events over and over. There was a sense of unease in his gut, gnawing at him. Why was Jimin so distant? Why was he hiding something?

Taehyung thought back to when he first noticed the subtle changes—how Jimin's smile didn't reach his eyes anymore, how his laugh lacked the usual warmth, how he always seemed distracted, as if his mind was elsewhere.

Taehyung sighed, his heart heavy with worry. He didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't ignore the feeling that Jimin was going through something far deeper than he was letting on.

"I'll figure this out," Taehyung whispered to himself, determination settling in. He wasn't going to let Jimin shut him out.

It was there, in the cold sterility of the clinic, that the truth revealed itself. Taehyung wasn't a fool. The moment he saw the report, he didn't need an explanation. He knew exactly who the father of the unborn child was.

BACK TO PRESENT

"Shall we go? The appointment for the... abortion is at 1 o'clock. We only have an hour," Taehyung murmured, extending his hand.

Jimin's gaze fell to the hand stretched out to him. He hesitated for a moment, then nodded, slipping his fingers into Taehyung's and easing himself off the railing.

"Careful," Taehyung said, almost instinctively. But Jimin only gave a hollow chuckle, a sound devoid of warmth.

"We're going to get rid of it anyway... so does its safety really matter?" he muttered bitterly, his words laced with pain he tried to mask.

Taehyung tightened his jaw, giving a silent nod. The unspoken weight hung heavy between them, words failing to touch the depth of all they felt yet couldn't say.

"I wished....that the kid was someone else's not mine."

Taehyung slowly said and the smaller just raised his brow in a questioning way.

"That person could've given a future to you and the kid."

Awkward silence fell between them like a curtain, thick and suffocating. Neither spoke as they walked through the now eerily quiet corridor.

The bustling energy of the campus had drained away, leaving an unsettling stillness in its wake. Students sat dutifully in their classrooms, and the once-lively ground now felt barren, deserted. Gone were the echoes of laughter and chatter, replaced only by the faint sounds of teachers lecturing and the rhythmic tapping of metallic rulers against desks.

The two moved toward the exit, their steps echoing faintly against the polished floor. Taehyung handed the guards the application approved by the dean, allowing them to leave without question.

"Hop in," Taehyung instructed as they approached his car, unlocking it with a soft click.

Jimin nodded wordlessly, sliding into the passenger seat. His hands clenched into tight fists, nails digging sharply into his palms. The faint sting grounded him, a sharp contrast to the overwhelming numbness threatening to consume him entirely.

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Jimin had been feeling increasingly unwell over the past few days. Waves of dizziness overtook him at the most inconvenient moments, and whatever he ate barely stayed down before his stomach churned, forcing it back up.

Frustrated and concerned, he decided to visit the doctor. The initial diagnosis was vague—a possible digestive issue or a deficiency caused by irregular eating habits. The doctor prescribed some medicines and advised a healthy diet.

For a brief moment, Jimin hoped the situation would improve. While the vomiting lessened slightly, the dizziness and unease remained relentless. The doctor, baffled by the lack of progress, tried different medicines, but nothing seemed to work.

It wasn't until they decided to conduct an ultrasound scan that the truth finally came to light.

"Sir..." the doctor began, staring at the screen in disbelief. His voice wavered with a mix of astonishment and excitement. "This is... a miracle. In my entire career, I've never encountered a case like this—male pregnancy. Hell, even my grandfather, who spent decades as a doctor, never saw anything like this."

His wide eyes mirrored Jimin's, who sat frozen, his heart hammering in his chest. The weight of the words felt surreal, as if they belonged to someone else's life. Pregnant? No. This couldn't be real.

Shock gave way to panic as the realization crashed over him. A deep fear rooted itself in his heart, twisting painfully.

No. This couldn't happen. He couldn't let this happen.

The very thought of carrying this child—a child that stood as a stark reminder of that night—felt unbearable. It was a cruel irony, a living embodiment of a mistake that should never have been made. This unborn life wasn't a blessing; it was a relentless, suffocating reminder of a sin he had accidentally committed.

He had to end this before it consumed him completely.

"Can....Can I abort it?"

Jimin's low voice was heard and the doctor just scoffed.

"We don't do such acts, Sir. I'm really sorry to say but a child is god's creation. You're gay and would of course adopt a child. In that case, this child is blessing for you and your partner."

"You d-don't get it, doctor," Jimin stammered, his voice shaky and unsteady. "This isn't the result of any love or... or anything like that. My partner—if you can even call him that—wants nothing to do with this. He doesn't even know, and he's not going to. So, please... help me."

His hands trembled visibly, fingers twitching as if they could no longer hold still. His legs felt weak, barely supporting his weight, and his breaths came shallow and quick, on the verge of hyperventilating.

The doctor's expression remained firm, almost compassionate, but far from convinced. He shook his head gently before speaking.

"Even if your partner doesn't want to be involved, you could raise this child on your own. It's your blood, your family. This child is a rare blessing—"

"A blessing?" Jimin interrupted, clicking his tongue in frustration before letting out a weary sigh. His eyes burned with unspoken anguish.

"Doctor, it's my child. Mine. And I'll decide whether to keep it or not. Not every child is a blessing."

The doctor paused, studying him carefully, before softly saying, "Then why did you just call it your child? Doesn't that... doesn't that phrase alone stir something inside you? A sense of affection?"

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, his body trembling as he drew in a long, shaky breath. His chest tightened as the words struck a chord he desperately wanted to ignore. Exhaling slowly, he tried to steel himself.

"Please," Jimin begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "I really can't keep this child. It's not because I'm a monster. It's because... because keeping it is impossible for me. It could cost me everything."

The doctor tilted his head slightly, misinterpreting the desperation in Jimin's voice. "Are you afraid of the financial burden? If that's the issue, we have government programs that can help cover food and medical expenses—"

"You don't understand!" Jimin snapped, his voice breaking. "It's my child, and I don't want it. I can't have it."

The doctor sighed and finally nodded, signaling his reluctant agreement. Relief briefly flickered across Jimin's face, but it was short-lived as the doctor spoke again, his words extinguishing that faint hope.

"Fine. If this is what you want, it's your choice. I'm really sorry we can't help you. I won't be a part of this sin of killing an unborn. You can look at other hospitals but I doubt that there won't be anyone helping you there too. Thankyou so much. You may leave."

After that day, Jimin found himself wandering from one hospital to another, his steps heavy with desperation. But no matter where he went, all he received were polite refusals and disapproving words that clung to him like a curse.

Lines like "Don't be cruel" or "This child is a blessing; you'll regret it if you let go" buzzed relentlessly in his mind, echoing even in the silence of his lonely nights. They gnawed at his resolve, creating a storm of doubt and guilt that refused to let him rest.

"Should I tell my family? My dad? Or... Taehyung?"

The question escaped his lips in a whisper, a feeble attempt to lighten the suffocating weight pressing down on his chest. He exhaled shakily, his breath mingling with the faint smell of antiseptic as he stepped out of yet another clinic, his pleas rejected once more.

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow over the bustling streets, but for Jimin, the world felt cold and gray. His stomach churned with unease, the thought of sharing his situation with anyone filling him with dread.

He couldn't help but question himself—was he truly a monster for wanting to end this? He hated the idea, the very possibility of it. But what other choice did he have? This child was a weight too heavy for him to carry, a reminder of a mistake he couldn't escape, no matter how far or fast he tried to run.

Jimin's fingers curled into trembling fists, his nails digging into his palms as he tried to push away the suffocating guilt. Yet, deep down, a small, unrelenting voice whispered, You're wrong. You're cruel.

And the voice followed him, even as he walked, drowning out the noise of the city around him.

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Taehyung's hands tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as the sound of the engine echoed through the car. The road ahead was long, stretching out like an endless line, and yet, the air inside the car felt stifling, too thick with unspoken words.

Jimin sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the window, his face a mix of numbness and turmoil. He couldn't feel anything. No excitement. No relief. Just a hollow emptiness gnawing at him from the inside. He thought the car ride would give him clarity, but all it did was amplify the quiet panic rising in his chest.

"Jimin," Taehyung's voice broke through the silence, a hint of concern lacing it, but Jimin didn't answer. He simply nodded, his eyes never leaving the passing scenery.

The thought of the life he carried inside him—however brief and unwelcome it was—still haunted him. He could feel it, a weight deep in his gut, something more than just physical. The guilt was suffocating, and yet, there was this nagging sense that he was making a choice for himself, one that was painful but needed.

Taehyung glanced over at him. "You don't have to do this alone, you know." His voice was low, almost cautious.

Jimin's fingers gripped the edge of the seat, but he didn't respond. He couldn't bring himself to face Taehyung fully. He didn't want to see pity in his eyes, nor did he want to make it seem like he was being weak. He knew Taehyung was only trying to help, but he didn't know how to let him.

The silence stretched on, filled only by the hum of the engine and the occasional rustling of papers in the backseat. As the road curved and twisted, Jimin's thoughts continued to race. He thought of the nights he spent awake, thinking about the future, the uncertainty of what would come after. How would this decision change everything? How could it not?

And then there was Taehyung—his closest one, his anchor in so many ways—sitting next to him, unaware of the full depth of what Jimin was carrying. Not just physically, but emotionally.

"Taehyung..." Jimin finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. Taehyung turned to look at him, his gaze soft.

"What is it?" he asked gently, slowing the car a little, sensing the change in Jimin's demeanor.

Jimin's heart raced as he searched for words, but they didn't come. He felt like he was drowning, caught between the safety of silence and the need to speak the truth. But what truth? What could he say that would make this feel any less like a nightmare?

"I don't know what to do anymore," Jimin confessed, his voice shaky, his grip tightening on the seat. "This... it's just too much."

Taehyung's eyes softened, and without another word, he reached over and gently placed a hand on Jimin's, offering silent support.

The car continued to rumble down the road, but the heaviness of the moment lingered, hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. Neither of them knew where the journey would end, or what would come next. But in that moment, Taehyung understood: sometimes, the hardest part wasn't the destination, but simply being there for each other through the silence.

The rest of the journey unfolded without much more conversation, each mile feeling longer than the last, as if the weight of Jimin's uncertainty was tethered to every turn, every inch of asphalt beneath the tires. Neither of them spoke again, but they didn't need to. There was a quiet understanding between them—complicated, heavy, but undeniably real.

None of them knew what the journey holds for them.

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I'll give rest of the flashbacks of what you guys missed in this time skip of one month; in next chapters. 👀 This book was getting really long so I had to do this. I'll keep posting about their current life and give 1-2 flashbacks in each chapter so you'll aware of the past too. This way the story won't take 100 chapters... Leol😅

Date-26/10/23
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