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"Welcome to Gimpo!"
Minho smiled a bit as he held the door open for Jisung, leading them to the outside of the train station.
He was carrying the younger's backpack on his back and his bag slung over his shoulder because he couldn't see the pregnant boy carry that heavy luggage.
Although Jisung had complained a lot, not wanting to be a burden, Minho had insisted.
So now here they were, in Gimpo.
The older was glad he was finally home but his worry for his newfound friend was bigger at the moment.
He had noticed how the blue-haired boy was slightly hiding behind him, his hands desperately holding his hoodie down and his gaze wandering nervously over the crowd of people.
"Are you okay?"
Jisung didn't answer, too caught up with his own thoughts so he didn't even notice himself when he began to hold onto Minho's sleeve for comfort.
"Jisung?"
"Hm?"
"Are you alright?"
"Y-yeah, it's just- I'm nervous."
"Because of your aunt?"
Again the younger only nodded softly while his gaze was still fixed on something Minho couldn't point out.
"Don't be, it's gonna be okay. What's the worst thing that can happen?"
"That she insults me and never wants me to see again."
"Oh."
Jisung only chuckled sadly, his future looked far from bright and his hopes for an alternate outcome of this were low.
"You know what? Even if this happens, you can just stay with me if you want. I'm kinda lonely anyway."
"W-what?"
"It's an option for the worst case, hm? I know you barely know me, I'm basically a stranger to you. But what do you have to lose?
And it's not like I'm forcing you to stay forever, it'd be just a temporary solution until you find a place to stay and to work. If you want, of course."
Minho laughed and booped the boy's nose who stared at him as if he had just grown a second head and started walking away from the entrance.
The younger blinked confused, still trying to process what just happened until he noticed that Minho was already a few meters away from him and waddled after him the fastest he could in his condition.
"Where- Where are you going?"
Jisung huffed once he reached the older which felt like he just ran a mile in high-speed, breathing heavily as he supported his back with his hands.
"To throw this used tissue away?"
Minho laughed at the boy's worried voice, apparently Jisung really got attached to him and wasn't ready to say bye yet.
"Oh."
Was the only thing the younger managed to say between his heavy breaths before a soft groan escaped him making Minho immediately turn around in panic.
"Are you okay? Are you in pain?"
But Jisung just shook his head as he pressed his hand on the right side of his baby bump and bent over, his eyes closed in pain.
"No it's okay, ju- just- baby kicks, they hurt."
He missed the way the older's eyes shimmered with happiness which got quickly replaced by a mixture of envy and sadness.
How he missed the feeling of his little girl moving in his belly and pressing her tiny feet against his palm when she had her play hours again.
She had been such a well-mannered and uncomplicated unborn, sleeping when her mama was sleeping or working and only playing around when Minho had time to sit or lay down and also pay attention to her.
The older sighed softly and blinked his unshed tears away before Jisung could notice them and pulled his phone out to check the time.
11:43 am.
If he remembered correctly, the blue-haired had told him that his aunt had wanted to pick him up at 11:40.
And before he had the chance to even ask the boy, he already heard how the younger's breath hitched at a woman's voice.
