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I will write a happy ending for these two for you, my dearest 🥹😭😭 I also want them to be happy 🤧💕

THANK YOU FOR READING QPF ❤️💞 ILY 💖

QUARTER PAST FOUR | 03

⏲︎ Summary: You haven’t seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more — and he vanished. But tonight, while you’re trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub… you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now he’s back. And you’re about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.

︎⏲︎ Couple: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

⏲︎ Age restrictions: 18+

⏲︎ Size: mini series (10 860+ words)

⏲︎ Chapters: #01 | #02 | #03 | #04

⏲︎ Tags: ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, obscene nicknames, blowjobs, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you can’t resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what he’s doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasn’t), reference to murder, reference to cruelty

⏲︎ From author: Read the note for this part at the end 🙃👇🏻 I had something to tell you ❤️‍🔥

⏲︎ Dedication: to love of my life @curse-of-art. My beloved, this is dedicated to you because you love every version of my Jungkook. I love you with all my heart and soul 🫠🥰💗

⏲︎ Warning: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional angst, manipulation, jealousy, and messy unresolved feelings. If you’re sensitive to themes of heartbreak, obsession, or unhealthy attachment — please read with caution. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be awkward phrasing or unusual sentence constructions here and there 🥺 Thank you for your understanding 🙂‍↕️

"Are you pregnant?" Jungkook's voice was quiet, almost emotionless, but you could sense the tension in it. He stood by the bed, holding the ultrasound image, his fingers clenching the thin paper. You sat up straight, covering your naked body with the sheet. You involuntarily clenched the fabric of the blanket, listening to your own heartbeat, which seemed to drown out everything around you. Jungkook stared at you intently without blinking.

"I..." You were nervous and didn't know why it was so hard to say that you were really pregnant. The obsessive thought immediately popped into your head that he would tell you to have an abortion. You were afraid that when you told him, he would just leave, as he had done before, leaving you alone with this burden.

Jungkook looked down at the photo for a few seconds, then looked back at you. His face was impenetrable, but you noticed how the muscles in his jaw tensed, how the tip of his tongue touched the piercing on his lip — a habit that gave him away when he was nervous. He was silent, and that silence weighed on you more heavily than any words could have.

"Is this our child?" he finally asked, his voice low. He took a step closer, but stopped, as if afraid to get too close. Unable to bear his gaze, you lowered your eyes to the photo in his hands.

"Yes," you said, feeling a lump in your throat. You waited. You waited for him to say something harsh, something like, "Get rid of it" or "That's not my problem." But Jungkook exhaled, ran his hand through his hair, and turned away, as if he needed space to collect his thoughts.

"Damn..." he muttered, his shoulders tensing and his head dropping. "This complicates things..."

Your heart skipped a beat. That word — "complicates" — cut like a knife.

"But how?" he asked, turning over his shoulder. "You were taking birth control..."

"I stopped taking it..." you confessed. "I haven't taken it since you disappeared, because I haven't slept with anyone. But then at the club..." You paused for a moment, exhaled, and continued, "When we met at the club, we had sex twice that night... I wanted to take emergency contraception in the morning, but I found out who you were... and I... and my condition was... I just forgot."

He listened to you silently, his gaze occasionally drifting to the side, as if he were digesting what he had heard, putting it all together in his own head. The ultrasound image remained in his hands — slightly crumpled, but not let go.

"So... it happened then," he said quietly, as if not asking, but simply confirming. You nodded. Jungkook closed his eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and straightened up. He put the photo on the bedside table and sat down next to you. You couldn't look at him. Inside, fear, anger, and a tiny spark of relief mixed together — he knows. Jungkook was silent, and you couldn't quite figure out his true reaction to the news.

"I'm not having an abortion," you said suddenly, your voice firm. You had to show him your position right away. Jungkook turned his head sharply toward you, but you didn't look up, just stared at your palms.

"What abortion?" he asked with undisguised displeasure in his voice. "It's my child, and I won't let you do that,"

You finally looked at him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you could barely hold them back.

"Then why does my pregnancy complicate things for you?" Your voice trembled as you noticed the bruises on his cheekbones — traces of a recent fight. You knew the answer, but you were afraid to hear it.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but closed it abruptly. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, then stood up. You froze, staring at the spot where he had been sitting.

"Because what kind of father am I?" Jungkook said rhetorically. "I... damn it, baby, think about it. I'm a mercenary. I live in a world where every day could be my last. I risk my life because it's my job..."

"I know..." you said quietly. Jungkook turned to you. You looked up and said firmly, feeling a hot tear roll down your cheek. "But you said you'd do anything to be together... Were those just words to get me back into bed?"

His eyebrows knitted together. He moved closer, leaning down, resting his hands on the mattress on either side of you, forcing you to lean back.

"I said it because I meant it," his voice was low, tense, as if he was holding himself back from losing his temper. "And, shit, I still mean it." You wanted to look away, but his eyes held you in place. "I just..." He closed his eyes for a second, clenching his jaw. "I want us to be together, but your pregnancy complicates things now."

"What complicates things, Jungkook?" you asked desperately, feeling your recent fear give way to irritation and even anger because you didn't understand what he was talking about. Jungkook was silent, and your patience was running out. "Wait... how did you plan our relationship to continue then? Did you just want to come over in the morning and fuck me whenever you felt like it? If you wanted us to be together, then you knew what you were getting me into..."

"I didn't plan on hiding for the rest of my life," Jungkook interrupted you just as sharply, which made you a little embarrassed, "But now is not the time..." He fell silent, and you grimaced at his words as if you had been hit. "I mean... right now it's... it's dangerous. If he find out I have someone... fuck, especially if they find out you're pregnant..."

"Who are he?" you asked. Jungkook didn't want to answer. He leaned away, but you grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn back. "Tell me who he are. And why are you beaten up?"

"I can't..." Jungkook began resignedly.

"Then why the hell did you come back to me? Why did you say all those words to me if you don't trust me?" you got angry.

Jungkook froze, his hand still in yours, but he didn't answer right away. His gaze, heavy and irritated, slid over your face, as if he were searching for an answer he could give without destroying everything even more. The bruises on his cheekbones looked like a reminder of who he was, and it made your heart ache even more.

"I came because I couldn't help myself," he finally said, his voice broken. He pulled away from your hand and took a step back. "Do you think I didn't try to stay away? I tried, baby. After you said you loved me... I left because I knew I couldn't give you a normal life. But I'm coming back because you're in my head. Every damn day. I can't get you out of my heart." He walked over to the window, clutching his head. "And now... now you're pregnant. And that doesn't just complicate things — it makes everything impossible."

Your heart skipped a beat.

"What means impossible?" you asked, "Are you want to saying I have to deal with this on my own?" Jungkook lowered his head as if it were heavy and shook it. It was clear that he wanted to say a lot, but couldn't. But you wouldn't be able to understand him if he continued to remain silent. You got up from the bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket. You slowly approached him, and he glanced at you sideways.

"Tell me right now what to do with all this shit between us... Either you stay and we raise this child together..." Your voice trembled with anger that you couldn't contain. Jungkook had put you in this position too many times when you chose him over yourself, but now it was his turn to choose. "Or you get the hell out and I'll raise this child myself, without you and all your problems."

He stood motionless, like a stone, but in his eyes flashed a mixture of irritation and... pain. He ran his tongue over his lip, lingering on his piercing, and took a deep breath.

"Do you really think I can leave?" His voice was tense. "That I can sleep knowing that you're carrying my child and you're alone?"

He took a step toward you, and you felt the space between you shrink to a few inches. He touched your face with his palm, wiping away your tears with his thumb. The tears just ran down your face, and you couldn't hold them back.

"I don't know what you'll do..." You said honestly. "The choice is yours. Let's finally decide what to do with us,"

Jungkook was silent. He just stared at your face, and you knew for sure that a war was going on in his head. But you were also tired of suffering from his disappearances and then falling into his arms and getting a momentary sweet torment.

"I'm not leaving," he said firmly, but there was no joy in his voice, only cold determination. "But you have to understand that I can't be what you want me to be. My enemies aren't just guys from the street. These are people who won't stop if they find out I have a weak spot."

His other hand rested on your jaw, and he leaned in, closing the distance between your faces. Jungkook kissed you, and you squeezed his hands, tasting your favorite lips mixed with bitter tears on your lips.

He didn't kiss you greedily or insatiably as usual. It was a gentle, tender kiss that showed all his feelings for you.

Jungkook pulled away, his hands slowly sliding down from your waist, but his gaze remained fixed on your eyes.

"If honesty…I'm glad you're pregnant..." he said. But the joy in his voice was overshadowed by fear, heavy as lead, settling in his eyes.

"You're glad, but you're afraid," you said quietly, looking at him. Your hand involuntarily fell on your stomach, as if protecting your unborn child from everything that was happening between you. "You say you'll stay, but I can see that you're already halfway out the door. How can I trust you, Jungkook? After your disappear?"

He pressed his lips together, his jaw tensed, and his piercing flashed in the dim light as he turned his head.

"I did it for you," he said firmly. And maybe that was true, but the fact that he didn't explain anything made you very angry. You exhaled slowly, looking into his eyes.

"If you want to stay, if you're really happy about this baby, then stop hiding! Tell me the truth, Jungkook. I deserve to know what I'm getting myself into. What I'm getting our baby into."

He stood motionless, his eyes darkening, and you saw his fists clench slightly.

"The less you know, the safer you are," he said quietly, but there was steel in his voice.

"Safer?" you almost shouted, anger bursting out. "You stand here and say you love me, that you won't let me get rid of the baby, but you can't tell me what you're protecting me from? How can I trust you if you don't trust me?"

"I trust you," he said, his voice trembling with tension. "But there are things I can't tell you. Not because I don't want to. But because it would put you in even greater danger. These bruises?" He nodded at his face, where bruises still darkened his cheekbones. "From the man who wants to destroy me. He's hunting me and will look for all my weaknesses..." His voice broke, and he let go of you, stepping back as if afraid that his closeness might harm you.

You looked at him, feeling tears running down your cheeks.

"Then what should I do, Jungkook? Wait for you to show up at night, beaten up, and hope that one day you won't disappear forever?"

"I know," he said, almost in a whisper. "I know I can't give you a normal life. But I can't leave. Not now, when I know you're carrying my child." He looked up, and you saw pain in his eyes, mixed with something that resembled hope. You felt your heart breaking. You loved him — so much that it was scary. But his life, his secrets, his danger... they were like a wall between you. And you wonder how what started between you as just casual sex turned into a life under fire. You wanted Jungkook not to be a mercenary, you wanted a better life for him. Maybe that's why you came into his life, to change what he has.

"Then change it," you said. Your voice trembled, but it was firm. "Quit this job. Find a way out of this world. If you really want to be with me, with our child, then do it. Otherwise... otherwise I don't know how I'll cope."

Jungkook looked at you for a long time, his eyes full of struggle.

"It's not that easy," he said finally. "It’s world... it won't let me go. But I'll try. For you... for us." He nodded at your belly, and a hint of the tenderness he had so carefully hidden flashed in his voice. His hand gently resting on yours, which was still on your stomach. "I can't promise it will be easy. But I won't leave. Give me time. I'll find a way."

You snuggled up to him, trying not to let your doubts get the better of you. After all, Jungkook loves you and he has to cope, and you will be there to help him.

Jungkook woke up first, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light. He lay motionless, his gaze sliding over your features, your face relaxed, your lips slightly parted, your hair scattered across the pillow. It was the first time he had woken up next to you in the same bed, despite all the months you had spent together. His life as a mercenary dictated its own rules: during the day, he had to be elsewhere, immersed in a world where every step could be his last, carrying out tasks that required a heart of ice and nerves of steel.

And only in the early hours of the morning did he allow himself to come to you — the only place where he could forget who he was.

Next to you, he felt something like relaxation for the first time. He liked how you made him see the world differently. From the very first time he saw you, a forbidden desire flared up in him — to see you again. There was something about the way you carried yourself, your smile, the way you looked at him — openly, but with a slight spark of defiance and temptation.

You made him feel an interest he couldn't ignore. Every time he came to you, sex with you was not just physical release — it was a real pleasure that drew him in like a drug. Your body, your moans, the way you gave yourself to him as if nothing else in the world existed, all of this pulled him out of the darkness he was used to.

He wanted to spend more time with you, but that was what scared him. He saw how you were changing, how something more than passion was growing in your eyes. And that's when he started behaving differently: more rudely, more arrogantly, pushing you away. He hoped you would ask him to stop coming so he wouldn't have to do it himself. But every time he came back, he saw that your feelings were only growing.

And on the day he came to see you again, you had sex in the bathroom, and you confessed your feelings. And he said cruelly, cutting you off as if with a knife: there can be no love between you. It was the only way to stop you, to protect you. But after that, he had to disappear. Not only because of your words — his life was hanging by a thread at that moment.

Yon Sanghoon is Jungkook's former partner, where they both worked for a private special forces unit. They used to trust each other, but over time, when the unit was disbanded, Sang-hoon turned into a ruthless businessman who crushed everyone in his path. Jungkook was no saint, and the work of a mercenary was mostly dirty, because sometimes you had to get your hands bloody, but Sanghoon showed remarkable cruelty. He simply killed everyone who stood in his way, even if it had been his friends yesterday. Jungkook reduced his communication with Sanghoon and distanced himself, but Sanghoon never forgot Jungkook.

And now he came to him with a request: he needed to destroy evidence that was very incriminating against Sanghoon, but he did not specify what exactly. He asked Jungkook to do it, or he would have no choice but to kill the prosecutor who was investigating the case. Jungkook didn't want to help Sanghoon; he knew it was better for the world that freaks like him were behind bars, but he couldn't refuse. Sanghoon held the strings that tied Jungkook to his past — old debts that he couldn't help but repay.

However, when he had almost completed the task and was about to destroy the evidence, Jungkook learned that Sanghoon was involved in human and child trafficking. For Jungkook , this was the limit, and if someone crossed it, they had to be punished. In addition, it turned out that the prosecutor who was handling Sanghoon's case had helped one of Jungkook's close friends in a court case, saving him from being framed.

So Jungkook didn't destroy the evidence, but instead tipped off the prosecutor about the trafficking.

After that, Jungkook was forced to go into hiding so that Sanghoon wouldn't find him. So keeping his distance was the only way to protect you. And yet, every night he returned to your house. He saw the light in the window burning until morning. You weren't sleeping. You were probably waiting for him. But he couldn't bring himself to come. Not then.

For two months, Jungkook heard nothing from Sanghoon. No one was looking for him, and it was suspiciously quiet. He thought that maybe Sanghoon had decided to back off, or that the evidence had worked and he was now busy with his own problems. Jungkook tried to return to normal life — he took on small tasks unrelated to the past and tried to forget about the danger. His vigilance dulled: the days passed quietly, and he allowed himself to relax, thinking that the storm had passed.

One night, he accidentally found himself in the same nightclub where you were. Seeing you smile at another man, he felt jealousy boiling in his chest. His imagination painted unbearable pictures: strange hands on your body, strange lips kissing you, or, worst of all, someone else in your bed.

When your eyes met, he saw anger, fear, and the very love you were trying to hide in your eyes. Near the restroom, where you bumped into each other, his suspicions were confirmed — you were still his, and he realized he couldn't let you go.

But when you found out who he was, it was the hardest thing for him because he knew how you would react. You asked him to leave, and he decided that it was really over.

One evening, when Jungkook was returning from another assignment, he was attacked by Sanghoon's people — three armed men. They took him by surprise, pinned him against the wall, and one of them hissed:

"Sanghoon sends his regards. You betrayed, now you'll pay." They wanted to kill him quickly, but Jungkook was no novice. His mercenary instincts kicked in instantly: he broke free, elbowed the first one in the throat, grabbed the knife from the second, and killed the third with a shot from his own gun. The fight was brutal, and Jungkook killed them all, but he took a beating. He had a deep cut on his side, broken ribs, and blood running down his face. He barely made it to cover, bandaging his wounds as he went. Now he knew for sure: Sanghoon would not rest until Jungkook was dead. It was war, and from now on, every day could be his last.

And now you're pregnant. Pregnant with his child. And that's shit, a real disaster. If Sanghoon finds out that Jungkook has someone he loves and that this girl is carrying his child, he'll use it as a weapon. Jungkook knew that from now on he had to be twice as careful — not only for himself, but for you too. He couldn't let his dark reality touch you.

You stirred, your eyelashes fluttered, and you mumbled sleepily without opening your eyes:

"It's lunchtime, isn't it?"

Jungkook chuckled softly, his voice low and hoarse from sleep.

"Almost," he murmured somewhere above your head. You smiled sleepily, your eyes still half-closed, and slowly moved closer to him, pressing your whole body against him. Your skin was warm and soft, and he felt your scent—a mixture of your perfume and your natural aroma—fill his lungs. You hugged him, sliding your arms under his arm, and slowly ran your nails down his back. The touch sent sharp, pleasant tingles down his spine, like an electric current awakening every cell in his body. He felt his muscles tense—you knew how to tease him, and it always worked.

The next moment, you threw your leg over his thigh, pressing even closer, and Jungkook pressed his lips together, feeling your pussy press tightly against his already aroused cock. He had been hard since he woke up, but now the desire was unbearable — hot, pulsing, like a fire burning inside him. You moved slowly, deliberately, and he knew it was intentional: you were teasing him, playing cat and mouse. Every movement of your hips made his heart race.

You began to kiss his collarbone gently, your lips sliding down to his shoulders and chest, leaving wet marks on his skin. Each kiss was like a warm impulse that pierced him through and through, making his blood boil. Jungkook endured as long as he could, feeling you rubbing against him, your hips moving imperceptibly, but enough to make his control crack at the seams. He imagined entering you, filling you completely, and the thought made him even harder.

Finally, his patience snapped. With one swift movement, he pushed your leg off him, turned you away from him, and pressed you against the mattress. His hands deftly pulled off your panties, then his own, and without a word or a question, he entered you.

The sensation was incredible—you were so wet, so hot, squeezing him tightly. You gasped, your fingers clenched the sheet, and your body arched with pleasure. He found your palms and slid his fingers between yours, pressing you to the bed with his body. His chest pressed tightly against your back, skin to skin, his lips found your ear.

"This is the kind of awakening I crave every day," he whispered hoarsely, his voice full of desire. You turned your head and smiled, and that smile ignited an even greater fire in him.

Jungkook pushed you, and you forced yourself to hold back the moan that was stuck in your throat. Another push, and a wave of pleasure washed over his spine, causing his muscles to tense. His free hand slid down your thigh, rising to your stomach, where it paused, feeling the warmth of your skin. He paused for a moment, realizing that his child was growing inside you. This thought made his movements even more careful, but at the same time deeper, as if he wanted to feel all of you, to claim you as his own.

Your quiet moans, which you tried to suppress, only added fuel to the fire. He felt your body responding to him, how you arched, seeking more, and it made him lose his mind. His hand moved lower, found your clitoris, and began to caress it with slow but confident movements, synchronizing with his hips. Each touch made his cock throb harder, the pleasure building like a wave.

Jungkook had to stop to turn you around — he wanted to see your face. Sliding out of you, he rolled you onto your back, grabbed your leg, and pulled it to the side, exposing you completely. Your pussy beckoned him, so needy and wet, and for a moment he thought about kissing it, tasting you, but the desire to be inside you was stronger. Jungkook pressed the head of his cock against your entrance and entered smoothly, all the way in. A moan escaped his throat, uncontrollable, and the feeling of fullness filled him completely.

"Take me more, baby," he whispered, his lips sliding down your cheek to your lips, where he kissed you greedily, muffling your moan.

His tongue invaded your mouth, exploring with an intensity as if trying to devour you. His movements became deeper and passionate — each thrust filled him with pleasure, as if you were his drug. He felt your arms wrap around his neck, your nails digging into his skin, and the feeling of euphoria grew. It felt like he was making love to you for the last time, and he unconsciously tried to remember this moment, paying attention to every detail.

Picking up the pace, Jungkook felt your pussy tighten around him, wet and hot, taking him completely. He leaned down, sucking on the skin on your neck, leaving light marks. His hand found your clitoris again, massaging it in circular motions, and he heard your moans grow louder as your body responded to the approaching orgasm.

The tension built up inside him like a storm, and you moaned:

"More... please..."

Jungkook chuckled softly:

"You're so greedy, my baby. Do you want me to fill you up completely?" He thrust harder, more sharply, feeling that sensitive spot inside you, and you wrapped your legs around him tighter, trying to get as close as possible. When you came, clenching around him in ecstasy, Jungkook felt it like his own orgasm—a wave of pleasure washing over him, making him moan.

He held on until you relaxed, and then, with a long, low moan, he reached his peak. His thrusts became chaotic, he filled you with his warmth, his cock throbbing as he released everything. His body tensed, and when he stopped spurting semen, Jungkook relaxed. He lay on top of you, pressing his body against yours, his head falling somewhere between your shoulder and the pillow, listening to his own heartbeat.

You stroked his back, breathing quickly and heavily as well. Jungkook raised his head and smiled at you. He slid his nose across your cheek, touched the corner of your mouth with his lips, and chuckled softly, still barely catching his breath after everything.

"It's only morning, and you've already made me work so hard," he whispered hoarsely, his voice still vibrating with pleasure. "By the way, I feel terribly hungry..." His smile was relaxed, warm, but at the same time daring. Jungkook ran his finger along your jaw and down to your lips. "Maybe you'll feed me after this?" he teased, lightly touching your lips with a short, barely perceptible kiss.

"Of course I'll feed you. You just need to get off me and let me go to the kitchen," you replied with a smile.

Jungkook kissed you one last time and slowly pulled away, allowing you to slip out from under him. He lay down, covering his crotch with a blanket, and watched with pleasure as you got out of bed, completely naked, your hair falling carelessly over your shoulders. You glanced at him quickly, your gaze a mixture of tenderness and a barely perceptible spark of temptation, before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

Jungkook remained lying down while you took a shower, inhaling your scent that lingered on the sheets and feeling his body still experiencing the recent intimacy. The moment seemed perfect, but deep down he knew he couldn’t enjoy such moments for a long time.

Jungkook got up, feeling a slight pain in his side — a reminder of his recent encounter with Sanhun's men. The cut had healed, but the bruises were still visible.

He headed to the bathroom after you left and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Jungkook turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower. The jets of hot water beat against his skin, washing away the light layer of sweat and tension.

When he came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he smelled the aroma of freshly baked pancakes mixed with the smell of coffee and something sweet — you had clearly made an effort. Jungkook smiled to himself, feeling warmth in his chest from this simple gesture of care. He quickly got dressed and went to you.

In the kitchen, you were standing at the stove, carefully placing a stack of golden pancakes topped with maple syrup and garnished with fresh strawberries and bananas on a plate. Next to it was a bowl of scrambled eggs sprinkled with herbs and toast browned to a crisp. Jungkook froze in the doorway, watching you — you looked so homely, so... his. It was so unusual for him, and at that moment he wanted to be just Jungkook. An ordinary guy, not a damn mercenary.

He sat down at the table, and you placed a plate in front of him, smiling slightly.

"I hope you're still hungry," you said, sitting down opposite him with a cup of coffee. Jungkook nodded, his eyes never leaving you as he took his first bite of pancake. The taste was perfect — sweet but not cloying, with a slight tartness from the strawberries.

"You never disappoint... this is so delicious," he said sincerely, and your smile widened.

Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and looked at the screen — an unknown number.

"Later," he muttered, hanging up the phone. Jungkook noticed how tense you were, and it created an awkward silence. You tried to talk about everyday things, but his phone rang again. The second call was from a gun dealer he knew, but Jungkook apologized and quickly replied, "I'll call you back." He didn't want these matters to intrude on this moment when he was with you.

Jungkook put another piece of pancake in his mouth when you spoke:

"You know, I just realized... I don't even have your phone number. Do you think we're at the stage in our relationship where you can give it to me?" you said ironically. Jungkook tensed up, his fork stopping halfway to his mouth. He knew he couldn't give you his number — that phone was connected to his work, to people who could track him down, and through him, you.

"I'll buy a separate phone," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "Just for us. I can't give you this number." He noticed your eyes narrow and your lips press into a thin line — you were unhappy, but you didn't show it, just nodded.

"When are you coming next time?" you asked, changing the subject, but there was a hint of indignation in your voice. Jungkook looked down at his plate.

"As soon as I have free time," he replied, knowing it wasn't the answer you wanted to hear. You just nodded without saying a word.

His phone rang again, and Jungkook glanced at the screen—it was Jimin. He had been waiting for this call. Jimin had promised to find information about Sanghoon's movements, and every detail could save his life. But he dismissed the call, not wanting to ruin the moment. Standing up, Jungkook walked over to you, leaned down, and kissed you on the lips — softly, but with the passion that burned inside him after what had happened between you that morning. You responded, your lips parting to meet his, and he had to admit to himself that he didn't want to leave at all.

"Thank you for a wonderful morning or it’s must’ve said lunchtime... and for food," he whispered, and saw you melt at his words, as you smiled as if he had given you the whole world. "I have to go," he added, feeling how difficult it was to say those words. You stood up and said,

"I'll walk you out."

Jungkook shook his head.

"No need, baby." But you insisted, and he couldn't refuse you. You walked out to the gate together, and you suddenly hugged him, tightly, for a long time, clearly not wanting to let him go. Jungkook hugged you back, breathing in your scent, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a black Kia parked nearby. His stomach clenched with a sense of foreboding. The car started up and slowly drove past, and the driver, a man with a cold stare, kept his eyes on you. Jungkook didn't like it — he knew this type of people and realized that he was being followed.

He kissed you goodbye, harder than he intended, and whispered:

"I'll come tonight."

A smile lit up your face, and you replied that you would wait for him. Jungkook made you go back to the house first, watching you disappear behind the door. Only then did he take out his phone and call Jimin, asking him for an urgent meeting.

You were lying in bed with your phone in your hands. The rain was falling steadily outside the window, and you couldn't help but glance out the window every ten minutes, thinking about Jungkook, who had promised to come see you today. You had agreed to meet with Sajin over the weekend to discuss her wedding plans — she and Jimin had finally set a date. You had been texting her about the meeting, but you didn't say a word about Jungkook and the fact that you had made up. You planned to tell her that you and Jungkook had worked things out, that he had promised to be with you, that you would be together despite all the dangers.

You waited for him until morning, but he didn't come. You waited for him sitting on the couch, then walking from room to room, unable to find a place for yourself. Sleep overtook you only in the early morning, when you, exhausted, fell asleep in an uncomfortable position, still hoping to hear a knock on the door.

The next day, Friday, there was a small hope that he would show up. You forced yourself not to worry, but Jungkook still didn't show up. You tried to convince yourself that he was just busy, that his business — those dark, dangerous things he never talked about — had kept him away. But your hope faded with each passing hour, and by Saturday you woke up feeling broken.

Your heart ached at the thought that he had abandoned you again, despite all his promises, despite your pregnancy, despite his vows to do everything to keep you together. What if something had happened to him? The thought that he might have been injured or even killed caused you to panic. You couldn't wait until the evening when you were supposed to meet with Sajin, and without waiting for the appointed time, you drove to her.

You were lucky to find Jimin at home. Barely having time to say hello, you asked him almost from the doorway when he last saw Jungkook. Jimin, a little surprised by your insistence, replied that he had seen him yesterday. This news hit you like a slap in the face. Relief — he was alive — mixed with anger: if he had time for Jimin, why didn't he come to see you?

You asked him to give you his number, not hiding the fact that you were in a relationship with him, because you were sure that Jimin knew about it from the very beginning. But he refused to give you his friend's number, explaining that his friend wouldn't allow it.

Your anger flared even more, and you said calmly but with a hint of malice:

"I need to talk to him urgently, Jimin!" But at that moment, his phone rang — a client, as he explained — and he hurried out, leaving you with Sajin.

You felt anger and anxiety taking over you. Sajin tried to calm you down, but you couldn't control yourself. The emotions you had been suppressing for the last few days burst out. You told her everything: how Jungkook found out about your pregnancy, how he told you about some man who wanted him dead but didn't go into details, how he promised to buy a separate phone so you could stay in touch. And how he disappeared again, despite all his words. Sajin listened, her eyes flashing with indignation.

"God, he really must be such a jerk!" she said, "I'll convince Jimin to give you the number. And if he doesn't agree, I'll hack into his phone myself and find that damn number." You felt overwhelmed with gratitude — Sajin was always there for you, always supportive, and you didn't know what you would do without her.

To distract you, Sajin dragged you to the mall to go shopping, and then you went to a restaurant where you were supposed to meet up with other friends to discuss the details of her wedding. You agreed, went shopping with Sajin, but nothing could stop you from thinking about Jungkook. However, when you arrived at the restaurant, it did distract you a little, but as soon as you returned home, your condition was just terrible.

You returned to work, and Donmin was with you all the time. He only asked once if you had any problems with Jungkook, and you said you didn't want to talk about him.

You forced yourself to live a normal life, and it was easier to be around people, but as soon as you got home, you cried. You didn't understand why this man was treating you this way. Why did he leave again without saying a word? Your resentment toward Jungkook grew every day after his disappearance, and you didn't know if you still had feelings for him, because all you felt now was pain, anger, and disappointment.

Several weeks passed, and you didn't even notice it. For you, all the days merged into one endless day that seemed like it would never end. In the evening, almost at the end of the workday, you received a text message from Sajin, who asked you to come to the cafe where she was with Yuna and Minji. She wrote that you needed to choose a florist. You didn't really want to go; you knew they could choose a florist without you, but you understood why Sajin was asking you to come. She supports you like no one else, and you couldn't be rude to her, so suppressing all your worst emotions, you replied that you would be there in half an hour.

You sat at a large table in a café, and the conversation flowed easily. For a moment, you even felt relaxed, but when the conversation smoothly turned to who would be the driver at the wedding, you perked up. You guessed that it would most likely be Jungkook, but Sajin unexpectedly said:

"It will be Hoseok"

Minji raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Hoseok? I thought it would be Jungkook, he's Jimin's best friend."

Sajin glanced at you briefly, and you hid behind your coffee cup, quickly lowering your gaze and trying your best to appear indifferent, but if anyone had heard your heart pounding in your chest, you would have given yourself away.

"Yes, Jimin asked him, but Jungkook refused. He said he doesn't like being the center of attention and prefers to stay on the sidelines."

The news that he refused to be the driver, knowing that you would be the maid of honor, stung you inside. You even started to feel nauseous from the excitement, so you put down your coffee.

"Really? He doesn't like being the center of attention, but hanging out at ‘Burning Night’ with the club owner's daughter. All know she and they not even try to hide. It’s doesn't count?" Yuna said ironically.

You froze, barely breathing, unable to believe what you had heard. Yuna's words were like a knife, and you felt the blood drain from your face. Sajin noticed your condition and quickly intervened.

"What do you mean? There's no way Jungkook is with someone else." Her voice was sharp; she knew you couldn't ask your friends openly — no one knew about your relationship with Jungkook.

"I'm telling you," Yuna leaned slightly over the table as if telling a secret. "A friend of mine works as a bartender at ‘Burning Night’. He knows Jungkook, and I've seen them there a couple of times myself. Such a glamorous girl, all dressed in designer brands. They often hang out together,"

You began to tremble slightly with anger and resentment. This couldn't be true. Jungkook? With another girl? At a club?

"You're ridiculous, Yuna, it could be just an acquaintance, maybe a friend of his," Sajin didn't believe it either.

"An acquaintance he meets almost every day. And she's hardly someone's girlfriend when he openly hugs her in public. When I saw them, they seemed unable to tear themselves away from each other," she grabbed her phone and unlocked it, looking for a number. "I'll call Tekhvan now and he'll confirm it for you,"

"No, don't..." Sajin tried to stop her, but the phone was already ringing. Yuna turned on the speaker and all four of you focused your attention on the phone.

"Yes," you heard Yuna's friend's low voice against the background of music.

"Hi, honey, can you talk?" your friend asked in a soft voice.

"I can, I just went out for a smoke. You know when to call."

Yuna laughed coquettishly, but you felt the nausea inside you intensify from the tension.

"Listen, you told me you saw Jungkook hanging out with the daughter of the owner of the club where you work. Are they still hanging out together?"

"Yes, they're here almost every other day. I don't even know if Jungkook knows that slutty is owner's daughter. But she's been with him for two weeks now. It's her longest relationship," you heard the sarcasm in his voice. You could barely breathe because it felt like every exhalation was a blow to the chest. "By the way, they came tonight earlier than usual today."

"Are they at the club right now?" Yuna asked.

"Yes, they're sitting there, practically on top of each other. And today, only the two of them came," said Tekhwan. Yuna laughed, unaware of how it were tearing you apart.

You stood up abruptly, unable to withstand the hurricane of emotions raging inside you. Anger, hurt, pain — everything mixed into one burning feeling. You grabbed your things and, without saying a word to anyone, headed for the exit. Sajin caught up with you almost at the door.

"Y/N, wait," she grabbed your arm, forcing you to stop.

"Sajin, it's better not to stop me now." She held you for a moment, then stepped back when she saw the fire in your eyes.

"You're not going there, are you?" she asked. You caught a taxi that had just pulled up to drop off people arriving at the restaurant.

"I am," you said and got into the car. In the car, your hands were shaking and your thoughts were spinning like a whirlwind. How could he? How could he promise you the world, know about your pregnancy, and still hang out with some slut at a club? You waited for him at night, worried that he might be killed, and he was just having fun?

The taxi stopped in front of the club, and you got out, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. The neon sign ‘Burning Night’ flashed in the evening light, and the music boomed even on the street. You took a deep breath, trying to pull yourself together, but inside you were screaming in pain. You knew you might be making a mistake, but you couldn't stop yourself. You had to see him. See them. And make him feel the same pain that was tearing you apart.

You entered at the club, and loud music hit your ears, mixing with the noise of the crowd. The lights flashed, casting colorful reflections on the faces of people dancing, laughing, and drinking. Your heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You felt anger and resentment boiling inside you, pushing you forward despite your trembling legs and the nausea rising in your throat. You had to find him. Now.

Your eyes quickly scanned the room, and you almost immediately spotted him at a VIP table in the far corner. Jungkook sat there in the shadows, his dark hair falling over his forehead, his black shirt hugging his shoulders. Next to him was a girl — tall, with perfectly styled hair, wearing a short dress that sparkled under the spotlight. She was laughing, her hand resting on his thigh, and Jungkook leaned toward her, whispering something in her ear. Her flirtatious smile, the way she tilted her head closer to him, made your fists clench. You felt everything inside you break — it was worse than any nightmare.

You moved toward them, your steps decisive, almost aggressive, as if you were ready to tear him to pieces. Anger clouded everything — your mind, your fear, your pain. You didn't think about being pregnant, about needing to be careful. At that moment, you wanted only one thing — to make him feel the same pain that was tearing you apart. But Jungkook noticed you before you could reach their table. His eyes narrowed, he stood up abruptly, glanced quickly at the girl, and walked towards you, crossing the dance floor.

You didn't stop. When he was in front of you, his hands tried to grab you, but you slapped him hard across the chest with your palm, putting all your anger into the blow.

"You scumbag! Are you really sitting here having fun?!" You tried to hit him again, but Jungkook grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you toward the exit of the VIP area, toward the corridor leading to the restrooms. You resisted, trying to break free, hitting his hands, but his grip was iron. He didn't let go, pulling you along, ignoring your screams.

"Let me go now!" you shouted, but as he dragged you to the restrooms, no one even paid attention to the two of you.

Finally, Jungkook pushed open the door to the women's restroom, which was fortunately empty, dragged you into the farthest stall, and locked you in there. You continued to scream, calling him names, the words pouring out of you like a stream:

"How could you? You promised we'd be together... but you're sitting here with someone else?" Your rage was uncontrollable, tears streaming down your cheeks, but you didn't stop. Jungkook pushed you sharply against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists tightly, pressing them against the cold wall. His body was so close that you could feel the heat of his skin, but that only fueled your anger.

"Calm down!" he barked, his voice low but panicked. You tried to break free, but your strength was leaving you, and you finally stopped struggling, breathing heavily. Your head fell forward, tears dripping onto the floor, your chest heaving with sobs. Jungkook didn't let go, but his grip softened. He leaned closer, his forehead almost touching yours.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" he asked, his voice soft but tense. You looked up at him, your eyes full of tears and anger.

"How did I find you?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Does it matter? What matters is that you're hanging out here with some slut!"

Jungkook exhaled heavily, letting go of you and taking half a step back. He closed his eyes, unable to hold back his curses.

"Fuck... you shouldn't have come here..."

You cried, unable to speak. It was unbearable, you wanted to scream, you wanted him to disappear and never appear in your life again. You heard him come up and hug you. You didn’t hugged him back. You just stood there, crying into his chest.

"Baby, please calm down. It's not what you think... I'm asking you to go home and wait for me. I'll come to you and explain everything to you. You can't be here. No one should see you with me,"

"Go home and wait for you for two weeks?" you asked ironically without looking up. Jungkook didn't answer, you just felt his body tense up. You stepped back, looking up at him. "Will it be even longer? Should I not wait for you anymore? You've already found yourself some entertainment." You pushed his hands away.

"Y/N..." Jungkook began, but you didn't want to listen to him. He had to know that he had caused you more pain.

"So you like fucking someone new who isn't pregnant with your child? Are you really such a coward? Couldn't you just tell me right away that you didn't want me and my baby?"

"First of all, it's our baby," Jungkook said somewhat harshly, but quietly. "And secondly, what I'm doing here is a necessity. I'm not cheating on you..."

"Not cheating?" you squealed, ready to hit him for those words. His actions were deliberate, and you saw him whispering something in that girl's ear. "You've been seen with her in this club almost every day since you promised me you'd come! You're fucking her while I sit at home crying, you piece of shit," you couldn't hold back.

"I didn't fuck her," he assured you. "She's a cover. I love you and I don't need anyone else..."

"Shut up!" you shouted, hitting him in the chest. He took a step back, and his back hit the wall of the booth, and there was nowhere to retreat. "Don't tell me you love me!" You pushed him again, feeling tears burning your eyes. "It's a lie... a lie! Someone who loves me wouldn't be sitting in a club with some whore, whispering in her ear!"

You moved closer to him, shouting right in his face, so close that you could see the piercing glint in his eyes in the dim light of the lamp above your heads. His scent — a mixture of expensive cologne and something sharp, like adrenaline — hit your nose, and it only added fuel to the fire of your anger.

"I love you, that's why I'm sitting here with this whore so they won't find you," Jungkook hissed, leaning toward you so that his breath burned your skin. His voice was low, tense, but there was a sincerity in it that made you freeze for a moment.

"What?" you grimaced, anger drowning out any common sense. "You disappeared. Again. I went crazy looking for you, and then I found out you were hanging out here with some girl, and I saw with my own eyes how you were hugging her, whispering something to her, as if I didn't exist! Do you even have a conscience?"

Your hand flew up and was about to hit him in the chest again, but Jungkook grabbed your wrists, firmly but not painfully, pressing them against the wall above your head.

"Listen to me," he said in a sharp but desperate voice. "You don't understand. I didn't disappear because I wanted to. I'm doing this to protect you. And our child."

You froze, his words hitting you like bullets.

"Again it shit about protecting?" You almost spat out the word. "You left me pregnant, Jungkook! As usual, you didn't say a word, and now I see her clinging to you like you're her property! And you call that protection?"

He squeezed your wrists tighter, his eyes burning, but there was something else in them too — pain that he was trying to hide.

"I'm doing this because someone found out about you. Someone who shouldn't have. And I need them to think that I'm with someone else, that you mean nothing to me, then they'll leave you alone. I'm trying to protect you, baby. I can't let them get to you and our child."

You looked at him, feeling anger mixed with confusion. His words sounded sincere, but they didn't ease the pain that was tearing you apart inside.

"I don't believe you," you said in a trembling voice. "You always lie. You disappear, you come back, you promise to stay, and then you run away again. And now I'm supposed to believe that you're with this girl to protect me? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Jungkook abruptly released your wrists, but did not retreat. His hands fell to your waist, and he pressed you against the wall, so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath.

You opened your mouth to shout something else, but he did not allow you to. His lips pressed greedily, desperately against yours, as if he were trying to drown out your anger, your pain, everything that stood between you. You pushed him away, trying to break free, but his arms held you tight, and the kiss became more insistent.

"No, Jungkook, stop!" you muttered through his lips, but he didn't listen. His hands slid down your buttocks, pulling you closer, and his tongue entered your mouth, causing your body to react treacherously.

You pushed him away again, but more weakly, feeling your anger give way to something else — that familiar heat he always aroused in you. His hands squeezed your buttocks, his lips moved along your neck, leaving hot marks.

"I love you," he whispered in a hoarse, almost pleading voice. "Believe me. I'm doing this for you."

You froze, your hands, which had just been pushing him away, now clutching his shirt tightly. You hated yourself for it, but your anger dissolved in his touch, in his kisses, in his scent. You responded to the kiss greedily, with all the rage and love that fought within you.

For a moment you forgot your anger, your pain, the girl in the club. His tongue danced with yours, and every movement was like an attempt to say what he couldn't express in words. You clutched his shirt, feeling your heart beat in unison with his, and hated yourself for still wanting him so badly.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed, and you both froze. Two loud girls burst in, their voices drowning out the music from the club, their laughter echoing off the tiled walls.

"Oh my God, did you see that guy at the bar? He's so hot!" one exclaimed as the other giggled, turning on the tap. Jungkook pressed his finger to your lips, and you stood silently, so close to each other. You breathed each other's air in the silence, amid the chaos of strangers' voices.

When the girls finally left, laughing and slamming the door, Jungkook slowly stepped back, but didn't let go of you. He sat down on the closed toilet seat, pulling you by the hand, and you, unable to resist, sat on his lap. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you tightly to his chest, and he took a deep breath, burying his face in your hair. His lips gently touched your neck, leaving a light kiss, then slid down to your jaw, and finally reached your ear.

"I'm sorry I did that again," he whispered softly, his voice gentle but heavy with guilt. "But the situation is really dangerous. When I was last at your place, I noticed a car outside your house," he continued, his voice becoming even quieter, as if he knew that even the walls could eavesdrop. "Someone was watching. I couldn't risk them seeing us together again. I had to stay away to divert suspicion from you. I'm doing everything I can to make Sanghoon and his people think you mean nothing to me. But when I resolve this issue, I'll be back. I promise."

His words hit you, but not in the way you expected. Instead of relief, you felt despair and exhaustion wash over you. You sat on his lap, completely broken, your arms limply resting on his shoulders. You turned your head and looked into his eyes.

"Jungkook, this is crazy," you said exhaustedly, "I... I don't know if we should continue. I'm tired. These emotional swings... your behavior is driving me crazy. You promise, you come back, you disappear, and I wait again, not knowing if you're alive, if you're with someone else, if I'll ever find you. I can't do this anymore."

Jungkook froze, his face became serious, and his eyes darkened with pain. He looked at you as if your words had cut him in half.

"Do you want me to gone?" he asked quietly, his voice full of tension. You remained silent, turning away from him. You no longer understood what you wanted. You loved him, but that love was driving you crazy. "I don't want to lose you. But if you say you don't want to see me, I... I'll try not to bother you," he broke the silence that was becoming unbearable.

You exhaled heavily, your thoughts chaotic, as if you were standing on the edge of a precipice. You got up from his lap, feeling your strength leaving you. The nausea rising in your throat intensified, and you leaned against the wall, trying to pull yourself together. You were emotionally exhausted, torn between your love for him and the pain he caused you. You looked at Jungkook, his face full of concern, but you didn't know what you were really feeling — love, anger, or just emptiness.

"I'm going home," you said quietly, your voice barely audible. Jungkook touched your hand, stopping you, and you looked at his fingers clasping your wrist.

"What should I do?" he asked, his voice full of despair, as if he were begging you to give him an answer he didn't know himself.

You pressed your lips together, feeling tears welling up in your eyes again.

"Do what you think is right, Jungkook," you replied coldly, even though inside you were screaming in pain. You pulled your hand away and turned toward the door without looking back. Each step took you further away from him and you felt your heart staying behind with him. You didn't know if you could forgive him, if you could trust him again, but one thing you knew for sure — you couldn't bear this pain anymore.

Several months had passed since that night at Burning Night when you last saw Jungkook. His promises to return remained just words, and with each passing day, you grew more accustomed to the idea that he was gone from your life forever. The pain of his disappearance had dulled, but it hadn't gone away, hiding somewhere deep in your heart. You focused on yourself and the baby growing inside you. Your belly was already noticeable, but you had learned to hide it under loose dresses and baggy sweaters to avoid unnecessary questions. Today was the day of your scheduled checkup at a private clinic, and you had just left the doctor's office, holding a folder with papers and an ultrasound image showing the tiny silhouette of your baby. The doctor who examined you finally told you the sex. You were carrying a girl, and this news was the most joyful for you in the last few months.

You walked to the exit to call your mom and tell her who you were expecting. You confessed to your parents that you were pregnant and struggled to tell them that you would have to raise the child alone because your relationship with the guy who got you pregnant was complicated. Your mother reacted well, but your father was angry that the man who had fathered the child should be responsible for it. You defended Jungkook to your parents as best you could, but your father remained adamant. In the end, your parents became your greatest support, visiting you often, which eased your inner pain.

You were distracted by a message from Donmin, and then hurriedly dialed your mother's number. You couldn't handle what you were holding in your hands and tried to catch it on the way out, but you bumped into a man and all your papers scattered under your feet. At that moment, your mother picked up the phone, and you hurriedly told her that you would call her back.

You put the phone in your pocket and knelt down to gather the scattered papers. You apologized several times, feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"It's okay, it happens," said a calm, deep voice with a slight hint of amusement. You looked up and saw a man who had already crouched down next to you, helping you gather your things.

He was tall, with dark hair neatly combed back, and dressed in an expensive suit — a dark jacket, a perfectly ironed shirt, and a tie that looked like it cost more than your monthly budget. His appearance was impeccable, but his smile was warm and friendly, without a hint of irritation.

He picked up one of your papers — a doctor's report — and an ultrasound image, glanced at it quickly before handing it to you.

"Oh, mother-to-be," he said with a slight smile, his dark eyes lingering on the image for a moment. "Congratulations. But you need to be more careful in your condition."

You felt your cheeks flush even more and hurried to take the papers from his hands.

"Yes, I apologize again for my inattention. The phone distracted me," you muttered, hiding the photo in the folder. You stood up, and so did he, handing you the last sheet he had picked up from the floor.

"Your husband should be here to help you carry this pile of papers," he joked, pointing at your folder. You smiled awkwardly, lowering your gaze.

"He... he's at work, so he couldn't come," you lied.

"What job could be more important than such a beautiful s and pregnant wife?"

You clutched the folder with the papers tighter, feeling a slight awkwardness mixed with the warmth of his compliment. The man standing in front of you seemed completely at ease, his smile so natural that you almost forgot how rushed you were. But his gaze—attentive, almost piercing—made you feel a little exposed, as if he were studying you.

"It's really important work..." you replied awkwardly.

"Well, then he must be a very busy man if he misses such important moments," he said with a slight irony, but without judgment, handing you another sheet that you almost missed. His fingers accidentally touched yours as he handed you the paper, and you involuntarily shuddered at the brief contact.

"Yes, something like that," you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice trembled slightly. You quickly hid the papers in your folder, feeling your cheeks still burning. You bowed low, apologizing one last time.

He smiled, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment before sliding down to your hand, where you were still clutching your phone.

"Call him and tell him he needs to be more responsible and not leave his pregnant wife unattended," he said, and you forced yourself to smile and nod. He glanced at your belly, hidden under a loose sweater, and added, "Take care of yourself. And the little princess, too." His words made your heart ache — he had noticed from the ultrasound that you were expecting a girl, and it was unexpectedly touching.

"Thank you," you said quietly, feeling the warmth of his words mixed with a slight uneasiness. You didn't know why, but something in his gaze made you feel wary, even though he seemed completely harmless. You turned to leave, and he didn't try to stop you, just waved goodbye.

You bowed and headed for your car, clutching your folder of papers. The man remained standing at the entrance to the clinic, his gaze following you until you disappeared around the corner. His smile was as friendly, but there was a cold gleam in his eyes that you didn't notice. You didn't know that the man you had just encountered was Sanghoon, the man Jungkook was so desperately trying to protect you from. For you, it was just a chance encounter, pleasant and fleeting, on a sunny afternoon when all you could think about was your little girl and how to break the happy news to your mother. But truly this day was begin of end.

Hello, my dear Army 💜 Long time no see, I disappeared again for two weeks, and it was all because of my unbearable headache.

I tried to write part 3 sooner, but the pain simply prevented me from doing so. Fortunately, my migraine has subsided a little, and I immediately came to you 🙏🏻

First of all, I have to say right away that I can't limit myself to just three parts as I originally planned. Unfortunately, the story I came up with doesn't fit into three chapters. I don't know if this is good news for you or not ☺️, but I will be grateful to those who are interested in my story for the rest of my life 🥺❤️‍🔥

Secondly, after reading this chapter, you will understand that it is emotionally intense and difficult for the main character. Jungkook try to keep away, but it only hurts her. You know I was like, "So there will be a scene where he finds out about her pregnancy — there should be a fight and reconciliation, then there should be a scene where they wake up in the morning and have sex, everything is so good, but Jungkook notices that they are being watched and he disappears, and it breaks her heart. Then there should be a scene where she finds him in a club in the arms of another woman, and there should be a fight and then reconciliation (there was supposed to be another intimate scene here, they were supposed to reconcile through sex, but when I started writing, I realized that it was inappropriate here, and I also had to delete the scene where she remembers how they had sex in the bathroom of club a couple months ago)," and then when I wrote all this and reread it, I thought, "Does my oc despair too often because of Jungkook's actions? Is it normal that he constantly disappears and then she gets angry and tries to break up with him?"

I thought about it, maybe too much, and came to the conclusion that there could be no other option for this character. The relationship between them is complicated, and my heroine is torn between her love for him, her child, and a normal life. She wants to be happy with Jungkook, but who he is does not give her the happiness she desires. And I wonder, what ending awaits these two? A happy ending where they will raise their child together, or one where they will part ways forever and their child, their daughter, will be the only reminder of their love? Actually, I'm still thinking about it and I would like to know what ending you want for this fanfic. So if anyone has read this far, please write in the comments what you would like 🙏🏻 I really want to write what the majority chooses, because to be honest, from the very beginning of this story, I didn't plan a happy ending here 🥺

So, I'm talking a lot again, but I had to share these thoughts with you because they were overflowing in my brain 😃 I will be happy with any interaction with this chapter and to find that I love my readers so much and that every word you say is a great joy to me. I am SO EXCITED to hear your reactions 🙏🏻 Enjoy ❤️‍🔥

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