Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Prologue

Prologue

(Kismet)

Seokjin's POV:

My head turns to look at all those planned parent hood posters that are on the wall. Dr. Craig was taking longer then usual. My back was killing me and all I wanted was something to take the pain away.

I was bored out of my mind and all I had was posters and posters about things that didn't matter. Bringing my other leg onto of the other, I bend over to the table and let my hands stretched over the table. I lay my head on arm and close my eyes. I needed the sleep but I was so awake. If only he can hurry up.

My mind plays over a part of the rap lyrics I heard two nights ago.

'Don't be trapped in someone else's dream.'

Isn't that right? I've been dreaming in my young brothers' dream for so long that I don't even know what mine are. Ever since my father died, so did my dreams. My mother couldn't take care of all three of us with one salary. Cleaning hotel rooms isn't a great salary to start with.

My father was a professor and despite how good his salary was, my mother preferred to work cleaning hotels than getting money for doing nothing. It was an embarrassing job to some people but not to my mother. Money was money and she was already use to working her ass off. No man was going to support her financially and then throw it back at her face that he's the one that supports this family. It was a no from her.

So that summer before school started again, I got out of all my semester classes and applied at the biggest hotel where my mother worked, as a maid.

My father died four weeks before my first year at college would start. I was so excited to start going to the classes that I had picked with anticipation. My stuff was ready and I was planning to go school shopping with my best friend Ken when we heard the news; my father had gotten a heart attack. He didn't make it to the hospital. He died in the arms of my mother who was grabbing his arm as the ambulance speed up to the nearby hospital.

At that moment, everything stopped. It was like if the whole world stop just for me. I remember the way Ken look at me with pity. My phone had fallen from my hand and all I can think of was my mother.

"Seokjin, are you alright?" Ken would say over and over. His voice was distant; the only thing I could hear was a buzz that had invaded my mind. I had to get to them but my legs wouldn't move.

On the way to the hospital, all that cross my mind was that my dreams were over. My brothers and I lived on the lifestyle that could not be liven with a hotel cleaning salary.

Jungkook out of us three was the most spoiled. Taehyung was not so much. He was more understanding when my father said we didn't have the money to buy such extravaganza.

Since Jungkook was starting his teenage years, his rebellious stage was full on force. Nothing would stop him and what ever he putted his mind into it, there was no stopping him.

That was what scared me the most. That he wouldn't take the news very well because he knew that with mothers salary, we wouldn't be living the style we did. We weren't rich but we had sufficient money from the both of them that we could live a good life style.

I had never worked in my life until my father's death. Before the funeral- two weeks after his death- I vowed to myself that I wouldn't let my brothers suffer and that they deserve the very best. Previous to the funeral, I had started two work with my mother at the hotel. I hated every single day I went. Every night I would come home sore and tired. The first couple of nights I would knock out on the couch from all the work I had done.