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Jimin was exhausted; his double shift at the diner paid the bills but it certainly had him dead on his feet all the time. If he was doing something he loved, he didn’t think the amount of time at work mattered. But the smell of day-old grease on his clothes and the grime on his skin that never seems to go away no matter how much he scrubbed his skin in the shower was just more evidence of how much he hated this job.
“Get a grip,” he chastised himself as he walked the 6 blocks to their apartment. No cab or bus for him, the fare can go to much more important things. The important thing being that Minho was going to elementary school and that he was a happy, healthy boy.
Thinking about Minho always brought a smile to Jimin’s face. The 6-year-old bundle of joy that was his son, was the sole reason he’d never leave the diner. Work was scarce in the city, especially for someone who didn’t even graduate college. Hell, even the college graduates couldn’t get jobs so what the hell were his chances? Work was awful but he was thankful all the same. In fact, Jimin would be even more thankful if his boyfriend Suho found an actual job so he didn’t have to worry about feeding him too, unfortunately Jimin was 99% sure his boyfriend was sitting pretty at their apartment, drinking beer and eating cold pizza, as is his custom. He wasn’t always like that which is why Jimin let him into his life- but he showed his true colors pretty quick and now Jimin’s having a hard time getting away from him.
At the thought of Suho being at their apartment right now with Minho, Jimin walked faster. It’s not that he didn’t trust Suho even a little bit, but he had some questionable friends and Jimin was afraid his boyfriend was turning rather questionable himself.
Out of breath from his long walk, Jimin hurriedly ran up the three flights of stairs to get to apartment 3B. He had a bad feeling that he couldn’t shake, call it a parent’s intuition. As he got to the 3rd floor landing, he could already hear the cries of Minho and his heart stopped. Stumbling on his feet, he rushed to his apartment and threw the door open to a horrific sight — Minho was hunched behind the coffee table, his face red and blotchy from crying so hard and Suho was towering over him on the other side of the table, mumbling to himself and slipping a tiny… something in his right pocket.
“What the fuck is going on here?!” Jimin shouted and pushed his boyfriend aside to get to his son, who hid his face in the crook of Jimin’s shoulder and sobbed. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Minho wouldn’t stop shaking which was making Jimin livid with anger so he rounded on Suho.
“What the hell did you do to him?”
Suho shrugged, “Nothing serious. You’ll thank me eventually, babe. I did this for us.”
“Did what?! Our son is crying, he is shaking probably out of fear of you, so what about this is a good thing?!!”
“That… little monster is NOT my son. He is not your son either, Jimin!“
“Get the hell out of this apartment right now or I swear to god I will hurt you,” he stated calmly.
It was the calm before the storm, Jimin thought. Because at the word “monster,” he felt something inside him shift. It wasn’t just anger, it was rage. He was so furious he was sure he could’ve ripped Suho’s throat out with his bare hands. Suho must’ve thought so too because he slowly backed away from them, eyeing Jimin cautiously.
“Babe, I know you’re upset but I promise you’ll understand soon enough. I’ll leave you for now, but just give me a few weeks please,” he pleaded. “Just give me a few weeks and I’ll come back to explain everything. You’ll see.
Suho looked like he was on the brink of insanity as he practically begged Jimin to understand, eyes wide and lips trembling, but Jimin had nothing more to say. He just looked at the door pointedly until his boyfriend nodded and rushed outside, not even closing the door behind him.
Jimin realized he was just staring at the spot where Suho once stood, lost in his turmoil, when he felt a light tug on his hair. Minho peered cautiously from Jimin’s neck and whispered, “Papa is he gone?”
Minho’s scratchy voice, raw from crying so hard, drew Jimin out of his thoughts. He looked down and his heart broke. His baby, the light and love of his life, had been hurt because he was too stupid to break up with an asshole.
As Jimin sat them down on the sofa with Minho cradled in his lap, he wrapped his arms protectively around him and tucked his son under his chin to hide the tears, whispering, “Yes baby, he’s gone.”