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r-18.

"baby, wait... t-the.. keys..." the younger one breathed heavily while trying to grab his back pocket to get his keys. the older one didn't let him and just kissed his neck, leaving some big-ass hickeys.

jimin didn't know where to focus. on opening his apartment's door or on biting his lips while trying to suppress his moans. the sensation on his stomach is just... unexplainable.

when he already opened the door. the older held his ass up, walking inside his apartment while carrying him. their lips are pressed into each other already. nipping, licking and sucking each other's tongues.

yoongi walked towards jimin's room with his eyes closed. they do this so often that he already memorized the other's house. he laid jimin nicely in his bed when they reached it. as if on cue, they immediately take off their tops then went back on kissing each other hungrily again.

"you're thirsty..." jimin whispered between the kisses and the older one just hummed at him, still busy kissing the younger's plump lips. it's heaven.

in just a snap, they both found themselves panting while yoongi slams himself into the younger one. the sound of moaning, skin-clapping and spanks succumbs the whole apartment. lust can be smelled in the room where the both of them are doing the deed.

"baby-" yoongi lastly said before he came. they're both breathless and sweaty when they cuddle into the bed after cleaning themselves.

just like what normal couples do.

jimin's head rests on yoongi's bare chest while the older's arm is wrapped around the younger's waist, securing him to the place.

"did you... miss me?" yoongi asked. jimin just barely nodded, making the older kiss the top of his head.

it comforts him but it feels wrong.

he's with the one he loves but why does it feel so wrong?

he couldn't understand.

until the younger reached for yoongi's other hand and intertwined it with his. he was about to speak again when he felt something in between their fingers.

jimin heaves a deep sigh, trying to maintain the emotions he's feeling. fuck emotions, it just brings troubles.

"baby?"

"when... are you going to divorce your wife?"

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jimin heaves a deep sigh before placing his phone inside his pocket. his class will start in a minute.

he clicked his tongue and pushed the insides of his cheek while hands were toying the hem of his uniform.

he's waiting for yoongi's message, it's been two weeks since they last saw each other and the older didn't contact him yet, this didn't happen before.

the longest time they didn't meet was just a week and the one who planned the meeting was the older one.

he can't go on with his month without seeing the younger one, and the sudden change of their meet-ups gave jimin his biggest anxiety.

his head is full of what if's.

what if yoongi didn't want to see him anymore?

what if yoongi didn't want to divorce with his wife?

what if yoongi will finally leave him?

what if yoongi-

the train of his thoughts was interrupted when jungkook, his jerk block mate, sat down beside him.

the strong cologne of the younger one invaded his nose and for the first time, he liked somebody else's perfume.

"the prof's coming." and with that being said, the professor came and started their 3 hour class.

for three hours, he did nothing but think of yoongi. he did not even know that the professor had dismissed them already.

he's thinking of so many possibilities that may happen and one of them is making his heart broken.

- - -

"yoongi-ah... baby... call me back when you see this.." his phone beeped three times after delivering the voice mail.

it's been three fucking weeks and yoongi hasn't texted him back.

fuck.

he lay on his bed with his right arm covering his eyes. he was about to drift to sleep when he heard his door clicking as if someone's trying to use the key to open.

he stood up and walked to his main door. he twisted it open immediately, expecting his lover but then a pretty lady with feline-like eyes faced him.

jimin felt his throat slumped after recognizing her.

"you look sleepy, kid. by the way, before getting into the reason why i am here, i want to introduce myself. i'm-"

"dahye. you're dahye." a little smile creeped into the lady's face before looking at him intently.

"dahye, the wife."

-

"i'll quit beating around the bush, jimin." dahye said after jimin placed a cup of tea in front of her.

they're already sitting in his living room, the thick awkward atmosphere surrounding them.

"the reason why i am here is to give you this." the lady rummaged inside her bag and handed him a white envelope that he did accept.

it doesn't look like money.

"what's this?"

"open it, dear." the lady casually said before drinking the cup of tea she's been offered.

jimin looks at her while drinking first, she's very pretty and the way she drinks the tea seems like she trusts jimin.

he gulped hard after seeing the paper inside the envelope.

it's a check up result.

"y-you're.."

"pregnant. two months pregnant to be exact." the lady smiled at him.

she's smiling at him genuinely happy while muttering those words.

jimin felt his heart clenched with what he read but his eyes widened when the lady reached for his hand.

"pretty, i know you love him as much as i do or even more than i do but..." dahye squeezed his hand.

he know what's coming. he knows what will happen and what will the lady ask him but he's not ready to hear it.

he's not ready to face reality yet.

"..but we have a child now. i know that you're an orphan and you know how hard it is to live without a parent, so please..i know you're understanding my point.." he can't believe that dahye will use his family background.

oh well, she's damn rich. maybe she already ran a background search before coming here.

"what do you want?" he gulped hard again. feeling a slump in his throat when the lady suddenly sat down straight. sliding another white envelope towards him.

"do my baby a favor and fly away from here. i'll provide your needs, just go." jimin's eyes are fixed in the envelope in front of him.

"look, dahye-ssi. i love yoongi and i will never choose money over him." the finality in his voice is visible but the lady's innocent, sweet face was tainted with a sly smirk while looking at him.

"you will choose him over anything else but what about him jimin? would he do the same to you, especially now that he'll be a father.."

-

jimin tried to sleep that night but all he could hear inside his head was the same voice and the same line dahye left before leaving his apartment.

"you know how much he wanted to be one.."

he turned on his side, looking at the picture frame on his bedside table.

a picture of him and yoongi with a kid holding both of their hands, looking like a family.

"..he wants a family." he muttered with a bitter smile on his face before tears streamed down his face.

jimin knows... because he's always trying to have one with him.

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