Don't Leave Me ••• Yoonmin Mpreg

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Yoongi-
The door bell goes off. I sit up from the couch. My make shift bed. I wasn't sleeping. I go to the door and open it. Jimin's dad is at the door. He has a sad look. He opens his arms. I fall into them and cry into his shoulder. He pats my back softly.
"It'll be okay, Yoongi," he says. "Jimin just needs time to repair."
"What about me?" I cry. "I need time too. But he's leaving me with our son. I've never had to take care of him by myself. I'm not strong enough."
"I know. Trust me. I won't let Jimin stay away too long. He can't run to me for everything," his father says.
I pull away. I wipe my nose. "I'll get him." I go up the steps to our room. He's packing a suitcase with clothes, sobbing.
"Baby~" I wrap my arms around him and bury my head in his back.
He shudders out a cry. "I'm sorry. It's my fault," he cries. "I'm sorry I put us through this. We've been through so much. Why can't we be happy?"
"No, baby. We are going to get through this. We will be stronger. I'm going to love you through this. We will be happy," I kiss his shoulder. "I promise."
"I have to go," he mutters. He zips the case and steps around me.
"I'll take it down," I say. I pick up the suitcase. I carry it to the door where his dad is waiting. "Text me, call me. Please. We can't get through this without each other."
He nods. "Tell Jihoon I love him. Give him kisses for me."
I hug him. "Why can't you just say goodbye. He's going to be heart broken."
Jimin sniffs. "I love you." He pulls away and gets his suitcase. He carries it to the car. His dad helps him put it in. Jimin gets in the car without looking back. His dad sends me a sympathetic loom. I wave him goodbye before going inside.
The house doesn't seem like home. It seems lonelier and quiet. That is, before I hear tiny footsteps. Jihoon appears on the stairs. His hair is a mess and he's still in his pjs. He looks at me with his small kitten eyes. They start to water.
"Where's dad?" He asks.
"Dad is with Papa. He's taking a break. It's just us for now," I say.
He starts crying. He runs to the door and opens it. He runs into the yard. I chase after him. I grab him and pull him towards me. "Jihoon, it's okay. Dad just needs to get better. He's going to be back," I promise.
He cries into my shirt. "He didn't say goodbye."
My heart breaks. "I know. I'm sorry. We can call him tonight." I pick him up and carry him to the house. The nosy neighbors peek over into our yard. I shut the door behind me and sit on the couch. Jihoon hugs me tightly.
"You won't leave, will you?" He asks.
"Never. I'll be right with you always."
"Is dad sad that the baby is dead?"
"Yes, bug. I'm sad too. But right now we can't help it," I say.
"He likes the baby more than me. That's why he left," Jihoon mumbles.
"What?" I cup his face. "No. Baby, he'd be devastated if anything happened to you. Dad is sad that he didn't get you a sister that you always wanted."
"Why did he leave?"
I sigh. "We handle pain in different ways. Dad feels the need to be away until he knows how to work through the pain. He has always done that."
"I miss him."
"I do too, bug." I have to be strong for him. "But all we can do is wait for daddy to be ready. When he is, we can show him our love again, okay?"
Jihoon nods cutely. "I'm going to get breakfast." He gets off my lap and goes into the kitchen.

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It's almost twelve. Jihoon is asleep in his room. I tried to sleep, but I had no luck. Instead I filled my sorrows with alcohol. Something I can't do with anyone around. I don't trust myself. I'm avoiding my room as much as I can. I know he won't be there. I can't stand it.
We were supposed to be happy. We've been through so much. Why can't we be happy? Jimin deserves to be happy. Jihoon deserves to be with his father. They both deserved that baby.
I take another drink. It's selfish to feel sorry for myself. I want another kid. I wanted to help raise them. I wanted them to be attached to me. I wanted to give the work to the child. Now I can't. Now I have to pretend to be okay for Jihoon. I can't show how much I'm dying inside.

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