Is It Too Late? | Three
ꔫ ship: Idol!Jimin x ex Idol!reader
ꔫ au/genre: slow burn, Pregnancy Angst, redemption
ꔫ rating: M (this fic may explore some darker themes please read at your own discretion. Take care of yourself.)
ꔫ wc: 2.8k
ꔫ warnings: obsessive nature, obsessive nature, SMUT, fighting, Jimin is actually losing his mind, CHEATING (Jimin cheats but he REALLY regrets it :( ) , forgiveness is not going to come easy. JIMIN REALLY IS DOWN BAD FOR YOU. Failed pregnancy attempts mentioned. Taehyung isn't playing any games here. Rainbow baby mentioned.
ꔫ synopsis: You were supposed to surprise your husband with the news that you were finally pregnant after MONTHS of trying and failed attempts. It's supposed to be the happiest day of your lives...
Instead, you surprised him cheating.
Now Park Jimin is the man who ruined the happiest moment of your life—and the same man begging for a chance to prove he still deserves you.
But forgiveness isn’t simple when love and betrayal share the same breath.
Especially when you’re carrying his child.
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The sound of the car door slamming echoed through the house like a gunshot.
Your entire body locked instantly.
The kitchen suddenly felt too small. Too warm. Too hard to breathe in.
Your stomach started to churn again. The baby was already taking charge and it’s only been a short time. You weren’t ready for this conversation. The thought of him standing in this kitchen made you sick.
You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know what you wanted to hear. You didn’t know if there were words that he could say that could make you feel any better.
There were many conversations in your head that could take place and none of them made you feel better.
Taehyung’s jaw tightened as he glanced toward the front hallway while your friend’s grip around your hand instinctively tightened.
“He’s here,” she whispered softly.
Your stomach twisted violently.
A few seconds later—
The doorbell rang.
Once.
Then again.
Longer this time.
“Please open the door. Baby please. Open the door, Let me just explain everything.”
Desperate. Boy was he desperate. You could hear the panic in his voice, you imagined his tear stained cheeks and his quivering lip. The way his breath hitched or his heart pounding out of his chest.
You immediately shook your head, as if he could see you, panic flashing across your face.
“I can’t do this, I don’t think I can do this” you whispered quickly, your breathing becoming uneven again. “I can’t—I can’t look at him right now—”
“Hey.” Your friend crouched beside your chair immediately. “Breathe for me first, okay? Just breathe.”
But it felt impossible.
Because Jimin was on the other side of that door.
Jimin.
Your husband.
The same man who kissed your forehead before every doctor appointment.
The same man who stayed awake researching baby names at three in the morning.
The same man you caught with another woman in your bed.
“Y/n, listen,” Taehyung started, “He doesn’t get to call the shots. He doesn’t get to come in and demand anything from you, okay? If you want to stay here tonight, you absolutely can. But our only concern is you and your baby. He’s my friend but right now, I don’t care about how he feels.” Taehyung said, rubbing your back softly. “We have your back one thousand percent. You say stop, he’s going to stop. Even if I have to call the guys.” Taehyung said crouching beside his wife, rubbing your leg, platonically, of course.
The doorbell rang again.
Then knocking.
Harder this time. More frantic than before.
“Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice came muffled through the door, strained and desperate. “Please open the fucking door. I need to see her.”
You flinched instantly at the sound of his voice.
Taehyung noticed.
And his expression darkened immediately.
Without another word, he walked toward the front of the house.
You could hear the lock click open seconds later.
Silence.
Then—
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Taehyung’s voice was low and dangerous.
You squeezed your eyes shut instantly.
“I know,” Jimin said hoarsely. “I know, just—where is she? Please.”
“You don’t get to storm in here demanding things right now.”
“I’m not demanding anything,” Jimin snapped before lowering his voice immediately. “Fuck—I’m sorry. I just need to see my wife. That’s it. I just need to see my wife. I need to put my eyes on her and look her face to face.”
Wife.
The word made your chest ache violently.
You heard shuffling near the doorway before heavy footsteps entered the house.
And then everything went still.
You looked up before you could stop yourself.
Jimin stood frozen near the entrance of the kitchen.
And he looked ruined.
His hair was disheveled like he’d been dragging his hands through it repeatedly. His freshly ash blonde now drenched from panic and the storm that’s starting outside. His hoodie sat half-zipped over a black undershirt, the jacket was falling off his shoulder, breathing unevenly like he’d sprinted through the city just to get here, knowing him, he probably would run through the city-no the world, just to get to you.
But it was his face that almost broke you.
He looked terrified. He WAS terrified.
His red-rimmed eyes found yours instantly and stayed there like he physically couldn’t look away. His chest, heaving as he stood before you. His cheeks were stained with his tears.
The look alone could make you forgive him..
“Baby…”
The word left him like a prayer.
Your throat tightened painfully.
For a second, nobody moved.
Then Jimin took one instinctive step toward you.
And you flinched.
It was small.
Barely noticeable.
But Jimin saw it and it crushed him.
The reaction hit him so hard he physically stopped walking.
Like someone had slammed something sharp directly into his chest.
His face crumpled almost immediately.
“Oh God…” he whispered. “Princess, I-”
The room suddenly felt unbearably quiet.
Your friend shifted protectively closer beside you while Taehyung remained standing near the kitchen entrance, watching Jimin carefully.
Jimin swallowed hard before speaking again.
“I’m sorry,” he said immediately, voice shaking. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Fresh tears burned your eyes instantly.
“You don’t get to say that like it fixes anything,” you whispered.
“I know,” he answered quickly. Too quickly. “I know it doesn’t fix it—I know—”
“Then why?” your voice cracked suddenly. “Why would you do that to me?”
The pain in your voice visibly wrecked him.
Jimin looked like he couldn’t even stand inside his own body right now.
“I don’t know,” he admitted hoarsely, eyes glossy. “I swear to God I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong with me. You mean everything to me and I wouldn’t survive without you. I cannot begin to tell you what I was thinking, I have no excuses, nothing.”
You laughed bitterly through your tears.
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”
“No,” he whispered immediately. “No, nothing about this is okay. Nothing.”
His eyes suddenly dropped lower.
Toward your stomach.
The movement was instinctive.
Reverent.
Heartbroken.
And when he looked back up at you again, his expression looked even more shattered somehow.
“You are carrying our baby,” he whispered like the realization was still destroying him in real time.
Your chest tightened violently.
“You didn’t know that when you touched her though. You didn’t even look at the box I left..for you” You words cracked.
That did it.
Jimin physically recoiled like you’d struck him.
“Fuck—” he choked out, dragging a shaking hand over his mouth.
Tears filled his eyes instantly.
“I know,” he whispered brokenly. “I know, baby, I know—”
“Stop calling me that right now. You don’t have the right to call me that.”
The sentence cut through the room immediately.
Jimin went completely silent.
And for the first time since arriving—
He looked scared of you.
“I don’t even know what to say or even how to make this right because I know I did the most terrible thing that you could do in a marriage and I know that I destroyed your trust in me-in us but Yn…I regret what I did. I-”
You cut him off, you didn’t mean to, but the words flew from your mouth faster than you wanted them to.
“Why’d you do this? Why would you do this to us?”
Jimin opened his mouth.
Then closed it again.
Because what explanation could possibly exist for something like this?
None that sounded good enough.
None that sounded human enough.
He thought of all the typical stuff that most probably would have said,
‘She didn’t mean anything,’
‘It was nothing to me,’
‘It just happened. I don’t know.’
‘I would take it back if I could.’ which he absolutely would but even that didn’t satisfy him.
He agreed with all of these excuses. She didn’t mean anything to him, he didn’t even remember her name. So it wasn’t meaningful. He didn’t plan on cheating; it wasn't something he planned for weeks by talking to different women on social media or even going places and seeking them out. It was something that just happened, as bad as that sounded.
Most of all, he would absolutely take it back if he could.
But all of it sounds like poor excuses to get out of the dog house.
You deserved the world, not the one he destroyed and tried to piece back together.
His chest rose unevenly as he stared at you, eyes full of panic and something even worse now—
Shame.
Deep, ugly shame.
“I don’t know how to explain this without sounding like the worst person alive,” he whispered hoarsely.
Your laugh cracked painfully through the kitchen.
“That’s because you are right now.”
The words visibly hit him.
But he nodded anyway.
Because he knew you were right.
“You are right. I’m the worst person ever to step foot in this room and… and I have no excuse,” he admitted quietly. “I don’t.”
“Then why?” you demanded again, tears slipping faster now. “Was I not enough for you? Did I not give you enough?”
Jimin’s head snapped up immediately.
“No.”
The answer came so fast it startled everyone in the room.
“No,” he repeated more firmly, stepping forward instinctively before stopping himself again. “Don’t ever say that.”
Your face twisted.
“How can’t I?”
“She had nothing to do with you,” Jimin said shakily. “Nothing. This wasn’t because of you. None of this had anything to do with you.”
“But you still touched her. You smiled at her with the same smile you gave me…you GIVE me…I might as well be the one on top of you.”
His breathing faltered instantly.
Fresh tears filled your eyes as well as his.
“You still let another woman into our home, into our bed.”
The last two words broke him.
Our bed.
Jimin looked physically ill again.
“I know,” he whispered, voice cracking hard. “I know and I can’t—I can’t fucking live with what I did to you.” He ran his hands through his hair roughly, a visual on how this was messing with him mentally. How everything he had was slipping away.
Taehyung’s jaw tightened from across the room while your friend rubbed slow circles against your back.
But your eyes never left Jimin’s.
“Did you even think about me?” you whispered. “At all?”
That question shattered him completely.
Because the horrifying truth?
In that moment—
No.
And realizing that now made him sick with himself.
Jimin dragged both hands through his hair one last time before looking at you again, completely wrecked.
“I wasn’t thinking,” he admitted brokenly. “And that’s what makes this so unforgivable.”
Silence swallowed the kitchen.
Then quietly:
“I would never intentionally hurt you.”
Your expression cracked instantly.
“But you did.”
You looked down at the floor shaking your head as you began to feel sick again but this time you couldn’t hold back.
Your breathing became uneven again.
Too fast.
Too shallow.
The room suddenly felt unbearably warm despite the chill still clinging to your skin from outside.
You pressed a trembling hand against your stomach instinctively as nausea rolled through you hard enough to make you wince.
Jimin noticed immediately.
His entire body tensed.
“Baby—”
“Don’t,” you whispered quickly. “Please”
But your voice sounded weak now.
Your friend crouched beside you instantly.
“Yn? Look at me.”
You tried.
You really tried.
But the room was starting to blur around the edges.
“I think I’m gonna be sick…”
The sentence barely left your mouth before Jimin moved automatically.
The reaction was immediate. Instinctive.
Years of loving you overriding every other thought in his head.
He crossed the kitchen in seconds—
Only to stop abruptly when you recoiled again.
The look on his face shattered something in the room.
Because for the first time since he’d known you—
You looked afraid to let him touch you.
Jimin’s breathing staggered violently.
But despite it clearly killing him, he forced himself to stay where he was.
“Okay,” he whispered shakily. “Okay, I won’t touch you but please let me help…”
Your friend carefully guided you off the stool while Taehyung moved toward the sink for water.
“Slow breaths,” she murmured gently. “Come on, focus on me.”
Tears burned your eyes instantly.
“I’m trying,” you whispered helplessly.
Jimin looked completely frantic now.
“Do we need a doctor?” he asked immediately. “Should we call someone? Is the baby okay?”
The panic in his voice echoed through the kitchen. It came natural to him. He wasn’t sure if he was still a husband but at the end of the day, whether you liked it or not, he was an expecting father. The expecting father of your child.
He couldn’t help but to panic.
Your chest tightened painfully.
Because this was the man who once laid awake researching prenatal vitamins before you were even pregnant.
The man who kissed your stomach jokingly every month after another failed test.
The man who wanted this child more than anything.
And he ruined it.
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks.
“You don’t get to care now,” you whispered brokenly.
The words hit Jimin so hard he physically flinched.
“Please don’t say that,” he whispered. “I’ll always care about our child.”
“Why not?” Your voice cracked. “You weren’t thinking about us earlier.”
Jimin squeezed his eyes shut immediately like the sentence physically hurt.
“I know,” he choked out. “Fuck—I know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
Taehyung returned quietly with water while your friend rubbed soothing circles against your back.
But Jimin couldn’t stop staring at you.
At your trembling hands.
At the tears running down your face.
At the hand still protectively resting over your stomach.
And for the first time that entire night—
Real fear settled into his expression.
Not fear of losing the argument.
Not fear of Taehyung throwing him out.
Fear that the stress he caused could hurt you.
Or the baby. Especially after many months of trying. It would destroy him if anything happened to this miracle God gave him that he wasn’t too sure if he deserved.
“Oh God…” he whispered faintly to himself “let me fix this…”
“I’m sure you and the baby are fine. This might just be too much for you to handle right now. You need to rest.” Taehyung said softly, Jimin looked up again.
“I agree, I can take us home-”
“No. She’s going to lay down and rest. You two can talk more in the morning. We’re ending it now.” your friend said sternly before looking up at Taehyung for back up as she led you into their guest room.
Jimin felt defeated. He knew that this was going to be hard, but he didn’t think he’d have to fight against friends. Taehyung crossed his arms and turned to Jimin.
“Hyung…you need to rest too. Not because you deserve to but because you need to get your head straight if you want to save your marriage..”
He didn’t wait for Jimin to answer, he headed toward the guest room to check on you guys.
Jimin slept on the couch.
Not because anyone forced him.
Because he knew he didn’t deserve to be near you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning sunlight filtered softly through the kitchen windows, far too gentle for how heavy everything still felt.
You barely slept.
Every time you closed your eyes, you saw it again.
Jimin’s face.
That woman.
The white box hitting the floor.
Your stomach turned uneasily as you stepped quietly into the kitchen wearing one of your friend’s oversized sweaters.
The house was silent.
Almost peaceful.
For half a second, you forgot.
Then you saw him.
Jimin sat alone at the kitchen island, still wearing yesterday’s clothes.
And he looked awful.
His hair was messy, dark circles sitting heavily beneath swollen eyes like he hadn’t slept for even a second. His phone rested abandoned near his hand beside an untouched cup of coffee that had long gone cold.
At the sound of your footsteps, his head lifted immediately.
His entire expression softened the second he saw you.
Like pure instinct.
“Hi,” he said quietly.
The word sounded careful. Tentative.
You hated that your chest still reacted to his voice.
You didn’t answer right away.
Jimin noticed.
Of course he did.
His fingers tightened slightly around the mug in his hands before he slowly stood from the stool.
“I made tea,” he said softly. “The ginger kind you like when your stomach hurts.”
The sentence nearly broke you.
Because it was so normal.
So painfully normal.
Like he didn’t destroy your life less than twelve hours ago.
Your throat tightened as you looked away quickly.
“Thank you.”
It was polite.
Distant.
And somehow that hurt Jimin more than yelling ever could.
He swallowed hard before carefully pouring the tea into a mug anyway, adding honey without even asking because he already knew how you liked it.
The familiarity of it made your eyes sting instantly.
He slid the mug gently across the counter toward you.
But didn’t come closer. He knew better.
You noticed that too.
“You should eat something,” he murmured after a moment. “Especially right now.”
Your grip tightened around the warm mug.
Right now.
Pregnant.
The reality still didn’t feel real.
“I’m not hungry.”
Jimin’s jaw tightened subtly with concern.
“You need to try.”
The softness in his voice almost sounded pleading.
You looked up then for the first time that morning.
And immediately wished you hadn’t.
Because he looked devastated.
Not dramatic.
Not manipulative.
Just genuinely destroyed.
His eyes were bloodshot like he’d spent the entire night torturing himself with what happened.
Which… he probably had.
Silence stretched painfully between you.
Then quietly:
“Did you sleep at all?”
The question slipped out before you could stop it.
Jimin blinked slightly like he hadn’t expected you to ask him anything.
Then he gave a weak shake of his head.
“No.”
Your chest ached despite yourself.
You hated that it did.
Jimin noticed the expression on your face immediately and looked down.
“I know you probably hate me right now,” he whispered hoarsely.
You stared at the tea in your hands.
“I don’t know what I feel.”
That answer visibly shook him.
Because hatred?
Hatred still had emotion in it.
But uncertainty?
Distance?
That terrified him.
Jimin’s voice became quieter.
“I meant what I said last night.”
You looked at him carefully.
“I love you,” he whispered. “More than anything. I’m going to fix this. No matter how long it takes me. I’m not letting us slip from our fingers. Not when we have our rainbow baby growing inside of you…”
Fresh tears burned your eyes instantly. The mention of our rainbow baby and fixing it didn’t immediately comfort you but it reminded you of the pain he caused.
Because the worst part?
You still believed him.
And maybe that hurt more than the cheating itself.