Nineteen | SeulMin FF

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Seulgi still cannot comprehend how she accepted Jimin's offer and moving in with him. Maybe it was a moment of weakness, but now she cannot influence him, not even her own self. She watches the tall and handsome man unlock the door of his apartment, and then step aside.

"Please, make yourself comfortable" he eases her inside, like the gentleman he is not.

The woman steps in the unfamiliar apartment, and feeling out of place. Just what is she doing here? Why is she so weak-willed, that she accepted such an offer?

"Go wash up. I'll set the table." Jimin says with a well-forced tenderness while placing her bags on the floor. "The bathroom is the second door to your right." He then adds.

After letting her know that he will take her stuff in her newly appointed room, he disappears in the apartment. Seulgi goes to the bathroom and washes her hands and face. The cool water and crystalline droplets shining in the artificial light seem to make her relax a bit. The bathroom is spacious, tidy and blue.

She has left the hospital just a couple of hours before, and Jimin attended her back home, so she could pack some clothes and other necessary things. He is such a gentleman, that he confuses her at times. But maybe, that's just who he is.

The alluring scent of food enters her nostrils, and Seulgi walks slowly towards the kitchen, gasping at the table filled with food. It should be set for a dozen of people, and not just two! Also the man preparing all of that is sexy as hell. Wearing a black tee, torn jeans, with a white apron around his manly body, and black disheveled hair, he is the ultimate aphrodisiac. The woman stands by the table awkwardly, trying to recognize any of the food displayed before her. Unfortunately, she doesn't succeed.

"Oh, hey." Jimin whips around, with a saucepan in his hand. "Have a seat. The food will be ready in a minute."

At the suggestion she sits down. A second later, Jimin places the food – whatever he has cooked – in a bowl, and sits on the stool facing hers. He then goes on to present all the dishes he's prepared, most of them containing proteins. Seulgi's eyes widen, as she's unable to remember all the dishes. Still, Jimin puts a bit of everything in her plate, waiting nervously as she tastes it.

"So? How is it?" He asks expectantly.

"It's delicious."

Oh dear, Park Jimin is a wonderful cook!

A few moments of silence fall between the two adults. Seulgi eats ever so slowly while Jimin watches her with a silly smile plastered on his face. All of a sudden, his home feels whole, her feminine presence adding color to his empty walls.

The fateful euphoria triggers him to ask the much dreaded question.

"Did you tell your parents?"

Seulgi, obviously stops eating and places the chopsticks next to the plate. Alarmed, Jimin blabbers about this and that, trying to talk himself out of the mess.

"I have not." The woman affirms coldly, her hands resting on her still flat stomach.

He stops his nonsense and glances at her questioningly.

"I believe you're curious as to why I want to keep the baby." Seulgi then states. Jimin clad in a cold sweat can only nod weakly.

This has been her story for so long, that it feels weird sharing. Because, if there is one thing Seulgi hates, it's the look of pity on people's faces.

"Because I don't want to be like my parents. You see, Jimin, I'm an unwanted child. Thus, I've been abandoned on the steps of an orphanage. Just because some people didn't want to be responsible for my life, it does not mean I won't be responsible for another's. You see, the child I'm carrying in my womb is not only yours, but also mine. And I won't give him or her up, no matter what."