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The bathroom smelled faintly of lavender soap and steam.
Park Jimin sat on the cold tile floor, his back resting against the bathtub as the small plastic stick lay on the sink above him.
He hadn’t looked at it yet.
His phone screen read 2:13 AM.
Outside the apartment window, the city was quiet, the distant hum of traffic blending with the ticking of the wall clock in the hallway. The world felt strangely calm for a moment that could change everything.
Jimin’s fingers twisted nervously in the hem of his oversized sweater.
Three minutes.
That’s what the instructions had said.
Three minutes that felt like three hours.
He knew what it would say.
Still… seeing it would make it real.
Jimin slowly stood up, his bare feet cold against the tiles. His reflection in the mirror looked pale, eyes wide and anxious.
“Okay,” he whispered to himself.
One breath.
Two breaths.
He forced himself to look down.
Two bright pink lines stared back at him.
Positive.
For a moment, the entire room felt silent.
Jimin’s heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears as he stared at the test like it had personally betrayed him.
Or maybe confirmed him.
Because the truth was ugly.
This hadn’t been an accident.
His hand trembled slightly as he picked up the test.
A quiet laugh slipped from his lips — soft, disbelieving, almost hysterical.
“Wow…”
He leaned against the sink.
“I actually did it.”
⸻
Months Earlier
Jeon Jungkook had never meant to become the center of Jimin’s life.
It just… happened.
At first it had been casual.
Late night ramen runs.
Laughing over stupid memes.
Jungkook falling asleep on Jimin’s couch after exhausting dance practices.
The kind of friendship that slowly blurred into something else.
Something dangerous.
Jimin remembered the first time Jungkook kissed him.
It had been raining outside, thunder shaking the windows while the two of them sat on the floor surrounded by empty pizza boxes.
Jungkook had laughed at something Jimin said, his eyes crinkling the way they always did.
Then suddenly—
Silence.
A look.
And Jungkook leaned in.
It had felt inevitable.
But Jungkook had pulled away afterward with a nervous smile.
“Let’s not make this complicated, okay?”
Jimin had nodded.
Even though his heart had already sunk.
⸻
Present
The pregnancy test felt heavier in Jimin’s hand than something so small should.
He placed it carefully on the counter, staring at it like it might judge him.
Because deep down…
He knew exactly what he had done.
Jungkook had never promised forever.
He had always been honest.
“I’m not ready for serious things, Jimin.”
But honesty didn’t stop the way Jungkook held him when they slept.
Or the soft kisses pressed into Jimin’s hair.
Or the quiet “stay a little longer” whenever Jimin tried to leave.
Those moments had built hope inside Jimin like fragile glass.
Hope that Jungkook would eventually choose him.
Hope that love would grow naturally.
But weeks passed.
Then months.
Nothing changed.
Jungkook still cared.
But he never stayed.
Never committed.
Never said the words Jimin needed.
And slowly…
Desperation crept in.
Jimin covered his face with both hands.
“God… what did I do?”
Because tonight, when Jungkook walked through that door, everything would change.
Forever.
⸻
Later That Night
The sound of the apartment door unlocking echoed through the quiet living room.
Jimin’s stomach tightened instantly.
Right on time.
Jungkook always came late — usually after practice or meetings — smelling like rain and sweat and the faint cologne he always wore.
The door opened.
“Jimin?” Jungkook’s voice called.
Jimin sat frozen on the couch.
Jungkook stepped inside, shaking droplets of rain from his black jacket. His hair was messy, damp strands falling over his eyes.
He looked tired.
But when he saw Jimin, his expression softened automatically.
That stupid, warm smile.
“Hey,” Jungkook said, dropping his bag by the door. “You’re still awake?”
Jimin’s throat tightened.
For a moment he almost changed his mind.
Almost.
But then he remembered every time Jungkook had said “this can’t be serious.”
His fingers slowly slid the pregnancy test across the coffee table.
The small plastic stick stopped in front of Jungkook.
Jungkook frowned.
“What’s this?”
He picked it up.
Then his eyes widened.
The color drained from his face.
Silence filled the room like thick fog.
“…Jimin.”
Jungkook looked up slowly.
“You’re pregnant?”
Jimin nodded.
The air between them suddenly felt heavy.
Jungkook sat down slowly, as if his legs had forgotten how to work.
He stared at the test again.
Then at Jimin.
Then back at the test.
“Is it… mine?”
The words landed like a slap.
Jimin’s chest tightened painfully.
But he forced himself to smile.
“Of course it is.”
Jungkook ran both hands through his hair, clearly panicking.
“This… this changes everything.”
Yes.
That was the point.
Jimin watched him carefully.
Every expression.
Every flicker of emotion.
Jungkook stood up, pacing across the room.
“What do you want to do?”
The question hung heavily in the air.
Jimin swallowed.
“I’m keeping it.”
Jungkook stopped walking.
For a moment he looked terrified.
Then slowly… his shoulders straightened.
Responsibility settled on him like armor.
He walked back to the couch and sat beside Jimin.
“If you’re keeping the baby…”
He hesitated.
“…then I’m not going anywhere.”
Jimin’s heart twisted painfully.
Because Jungkook reached for his hand.
And the warmth of his fingers felt far too genuine.
“We’ll figure this out together,” Jungkook said quietly.
Jimin nodded.
But inside his chest, guilt coiled tighter and tighter.
Because Jungkook believed this was fate.
An accident.
A surprise.
He didn’t know the truth.
And if he ever found out…
Jimin wasn’t sure Jungkook would forgive him.
⸻
Morning sunlight crept slowly across the living room floor, slipping through the half-open curtains and painting pale gold lines across the couch.
Park Jimin hadn’t slept.
Not really.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the same thing again and again—two pink lines and the look on Jeon Jungkook’s face when he realized what they meant.
Shock.
Fear.
Then something heavier.
Responsibility.
Jimin lay curled on the couch under a thin blanket, staring at the ceiling while the apartment stayed quiet around him.
For a moment he wondered if Jungkook had left during the night.
Maybe the whole thing had scared him away.
Maybe—
The bedroom door opened.
Jimin immediately squeezed his eyes shut.
Soft footsteps crossed the floor.
Jungkook’s voice came quietly from the kitchen.
“Why are you sleeping out here?”
Jimin opened one eye.
Jungkook stood by the counter holding two mugs of coffee, his hair messy from sleep and his oversized black T-shirt wrinkled.
He looked… normal.
Too normal.
Like nothing catastrophic had happened the night before.
Jimin slowly sat up.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Jungkook placed one mug on the table in front of him.
“You should try,” he said gently. “You need rest.”
The words felt strange coming from him.
Jungkook had never been the cautious one before.
He had always been the reckless one—the one who pulled Jimin into spontaneous midnight drives and chaotic adventures.
But now he was watching Jimin carefully.
Like he might break.
Jimin wrapped his hands around the warm mug.
“You don’t have to act like that,” he muttered.
Jungkook frowned.
“Like what?”
“Like I’m made of glass.”
Jungkook sat down across from him, elbows resting on his knees.
“You’re pregnant,” he said simply.
The word made Jimin’s stomach twist.
Pregnant.
It sounded so real when Jungkook said it.
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck.
“I looked some things up last night.”
Jimin blinked.
“You… researched?”
“Of course I did.”
Jungkook looked almost offended.
“I’m not just going to ignore it.”
Jimin stared at him.
Something inside his chest tightened painfully.
Because Jungkook wasn’t angry.
He wasn’t running.
He was… trying.
⸻
Later That Day
The clinic waiting room smelled like disinfectant and cheap air freshener.
Jimin sat quietly in one of the chairs while Jungkook filled out paperwork at the reception desk.
The nurse kept glancing between them curiously.
Probably because Jungkook looked like a celebrity even with a mask and hoodie.
Jimin watched him from across the room.
Jungkook looked focused, brows furrowed as he carefully wrote down information.
Emergency contact.
Medical history.
Guardian.
The word guardian made Jungkook pause for a second.
Then he wrote his own name.
Jimin quickly looked away.
Guilt twisted deeper in his stomach.
Because Jungkook was already stepping into the role.
Without knowing the truth.
Jungkook returned to the chair beside him.
“They’ll call us soon.”
Us.
That word used to make Jimin happy.
Now it made his chest ache.
Jungkook leaned back in his chair, glancing sideways.
“You’re really quiet.”
“I’m just nervous.”
Jungkook nodded.
“That’s normal.”
He hesitated before reaching out and gently taking Jimin’s hand.
The warmth of his fingers was steady.
Grounding.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jungkook said softly.
The same words from last night.
Jimin swallowed hard.
Because every kind gesture made the lie feel heavier.
⸻
A Few Days Later
News travels fast in friend groups.
Especially when the friend group includes people like Kim Taehyung and Kim Namjoon.
Taehyung nearly dropped his drink when he heard.
“You’re WHAT?”
Jimin winced.
“We’re at a café, Tae.”
“I don’t care!”
Taehyung leaned across the table dramatically.
“You’re pregnant and you didn’t tell me first?!”
Namjoon sat beside him looking equally stunned, though quieter about it.
Jungkook rubbed his temple.
“I told you two days ago.”
“That’s still late!”
Taehyung pointed at Jimin accusingly.
“You trapped him in responsibility before warning the rest of us.”
Jimin froze.
The word trapped hit too close to reality.
Jungkook frowned slightly.
“Don’t say it like that.”
Taehyung blinked.
“Like what?”
“Like it’s a bad thing.”
Jungkook glanced at Jimin before speaking again.
“We’re dealing with it.”
Taehyung studied them carefully.
Something thoughtful flickered in his eyes.
Namjoon finally spoke.
“Are you sure the timing makes sense?”
Jimin’s heart skipped.
“What?”
Namjoon shrugged.
“I’m just saying… the timeline seems fast.”
Jungkook laughed awkwardly.
“Biology doesn’t care about timelines.”
But Namjoon kept watching them quietly.
And for the first time, a tiny spark of doubt appeared in Jungkook’s eyes.
Just for a second.
Jimin noticed.
And fear settled cold in his stomach.
Because the truth was fragile.
And lies had a way of cracking when people started asking questions.
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The rain started sometime after midnight.
Soft at first, tapping lightly against the windows of the apartment like hesitant fingers. The city outside glowed in scattered reflections—streetlights shimmering in the wet pavement, distant cars passing in slow streaks of white and red.
Inside the living room, Park Jimin sat curled up on the couch with a blanket around his shoulders.
The television played quietly in the background, though he hadn’t been paying attention to it for nearly twenty minutes. His mind kept circling the same thoughts like a broken record.
Pregnant.
The word still felt unreal.
Every time he thought about it, his chest tightened with a strange mix of excitement and dread.
Because things were already changing.
And it had only been a few days.
The apartment door suddenly clicked open.
Jimin looked up just as Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, shaking rainwater from his dark jacket.
His hair was damp again, strands clinging slightly to his forehead. He looked tired—like he’d come straight from practice or a long meeting—but the moment he saw Jimin on the couch, his expression softened.
“You’re still awake?” Jungkook asked, slipping off his shoes.
Jimin shrugged slightly.
“I wasn’t sleepy.”
Jungkook hummed quietly as he walked into the kitchen.
A moment later the sound of cabinets opening and closing filled the apartment.
Jimin watched him from the couch.
This new version of Jungkook was unfamiliar.
Careful.
Thoughtful.
Almost… domestic.
Jungkook returned a minute later with a glass of water and a small plate of fruit.
He placed them on the table in front of Jimin.
“You barely ate dinner,” he said.
Jimin blinked.
“You noticed that?”
Jungkook gave him a small look.
“Of course I noticed.”
The answer came so easily that Jimin’s chest tightened.
Because Jungkook had never paid attention to things like that before.
He sat down beside Jimin, leaning back into the couch.
“Also,” Jungkook continued casually, “I talked to the manager today.”
Jimin frowned slightly.
“About what?”
Jungkook hesitated for a second before answering.
“About taking some time off.”
Jimin’s head snapped toward him.
“You what?”
Jungkook shrugged lightly.
“I can’t leave you alone all the time.”
Jimin stared at him.
The weight of those words pressed heavily against his ribs.
“You don’t have to do that,” Jimin said quietly.
Jungkook turned to look at him.
“I know.”
A small pause passed between them.
“But I want to.”
Jimin suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe properly.
Because Jungkook sounded sincere.
Too sincere.
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Later That Night
The apartment had grown quiet again.
Rain continued to fall outside while the city slowly drifted toward sleep.
Jimin stood alone in the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror.
His fingers rested lightly against his stomach.
There was nothing there yet.
No visible change.
No proof.
Just a secret growing inside him.
A secret that was already tying Jungkook’s life to his.
A knock sounded on the bathroom door.
“You okay in there?” Jungkook’s voice asked.
Jimin quickly dropped his hand.
“Yeah.”
The door opened slightly as Jungkook leaned against the frame.
His eyes softened when he saw Jimin.
“You’ve been quiet all day.”
Jimin forced a small smile.
“I’m just tired.”
Jungkook studied him carefully for a moment.
Then he stepped forward.
His hand reached out slowly, hesitating for a second before resting gently over Jimin’s stomach.
The touch was warm.
Careful.
Almost reverent.
Jimin froze.
Jungkook let out a quiet breath.
“Feels strange,” he murmured.
“What does?” Jimin asked softly.
Jungkook looked up at him.
“The idea that there’s… someone there.”
His hand stayed where it was.
And suddenly Jimin felt something twist painfully inside his chest.
Because Jungkook looked almost… happy.
Not thrilled.
Not excited.
But peaceful.
Like he had accepted something important.
“We’ll take care of it,” Jungkook said quietly.
The words were soft, but steady.
And Jimin realized something terrifying in that moment.
Jungkook wasn’t staying because he felt trapped.
He was staying because he believed it was the right thing to do.
And that made the lie even worse.
⸻
The Next Day
Across the city, inside a quiet bookstore café, **Kim Namjoon sat across from **Kim Taehyung with a thoughtful expression.
Taehyung sipped his iced coffee dramatically.
“I still can’t believe it.”
Namjoon flipped a page of the notebook in front of him.
“You’re being weird,” Taehyung said.
Namjoon ignored the comment.
Instead he asked calmly,
“When did they say it happened?”
Taehyung frowned.
“What?”
“The pregnancy.”
Taehyung shrugged.
“Recently, I guess.”
Namjoon leaned back in his chair slowly.
“The timing doesn’t add up.”
Taehyung blinked.
“What do you mean?”
Namjoon tapped his pen against the table thoughtfully.
“Jungkook told me when they last… you know.”
Taehyung nearly choked on his drink.
“Hyung!”
Namjoon continued calmly.
“And based on that timeline…”
He paused.
Something serious crossed his face.
“…it’s unusually fast.”
Taehyung stared at him.
For the first time, uncertainty crept into his expression.
“You think something’s wrong?”
Namjoon didn’t answer immediately.
Instead he closed the notebook slowly.
“I think,” he said carefully,
“we should pay closer attention.”
And somewhere across the city, completely unaware of the quiet suspicion beginning to grow—
Jimin sat beside Jungkook on the couch, trying to convince himself the truth would never come out.
⸻
The morning air felt unusually quiet.
Sunlight spilled softly through the apartment windows, warming the wooden floor and casting long golden shadows across the living room. The city outside was already awake—cars moving below, distant horns, the faint buzz of everyday life—but inside the apartment everything felt slower.
Park Jimin sat at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea cradled between both hands.
He hadn’t touched it.
The steam had already faded.
His mind had been restless since the night before. Thoughts kept circling him like an endless storm—guilt, fear, and something else he refused to name.
Because every time he tried to name it, it sounded too much like hope.
The bedroom door opened behind him.
Jeon Jungkook stepped out, stretching slightly as he walked toward the kitchen.
His hair was messy from sleep, and he wore a loose black hoodie that looked like he had thrown it on without thinking.
Jimin glanced up.
For a moment Jungkook simply stood there watching him.
“You didn’t sleep much again,” Jungkook said.
It wasn’t a question.
Jimin sighed quietly.
“I tried.”
Jungkook walked over to the fridge, pulling out a carton of milk before glancing back at him.
“You’re going to make yourself sick if you keep stressing like that.”
Jimin gave a weak smile.
“That’s ironic coming from you.”
Jungkook snorted softly.
“Fair.”
He poured himself some coffee before leaning against the counter across from Jimin.
For a few seconds neither of them spoke.
Then Jungkook suddenly said,
“I was thinking about something.”
Jimin immediately felt his stomach tighten.
“What?”
Jungkook scratched the back of his neck in a slightly awkward way.
“You shouldn’t stay here alone anymore.”
Jimin blinked.
“I’m not alone.”
“You are most of the day.”
“That’s normal.”
Jungkook shook his head slowly.
“Not anymore.”
Jimin frowned.
“What do you mean?”
Jungkook hesitated briefly before saying the words that would change everything.
“You should move in with me.”
The sentence hung in the air between them.
Jimin stared at him.
“Move… in?”
Jungkook nodded.
“It makes sense.”
Jimin’s heart started beating faster.
“You’re serious?”
Jungkook looked confused by the question.
“Of course I’m serious.”
He took a sip of coffee before continuing.
“My place is bigger, it’s closer to the hospital, and I’m there most of the time anyway.”
Jimin felt his chest tighten.
“Jungkook, you don’t have to rearrange your life like that.”
Jungkook’s expression shifted slightly.
“I’m not rearranging it.”
A small pause passed.
“I’m adapting.”
Something about the way he said it made Jimin look away.
Because Jungkook sounded calm.
Resolved.
Like he had already accepted this new future.
And Jimin had forced that future into existence.
⸻
Afternoon
Across town, inside a quiet studio lounge, **Kim Taehyung sat slouched on a couch scrolling through his phone while **Kim Namjoon stood near the window.
Namjoon looked deep in thought.
Taehyung glanced up.
“You’ve been weird for two days.”
Namjoon didn’t respond immediately.
Instead he asked calmly,
“When exactly did Jungkook say they found out?”
Taehyung frowned.
“Why are you obsessed with the timeline?”
Namjoon finally turned toward him.
“Because something about it doesn’t feel right.”
Taehyung groaned dramatically.
“Oh my god, you’re doing detective work again.”
Namjoon ignored the comment.
“Pregnancy symptoms usually take time to show.”
Taehyung blinked.
“…Okay?”
“But Jimin looked like he already suspected it.”
Taehyung sat up slightly.
“That’s not weird.”
Namjoon crossed his arms.
“It can be.”
Taehyung studied his face carefully.
“You think Jimin lied?”
Namjoon sighed quietly.
“I don’t know.”
A long silence followed.
Then Namjoon said something that made Taehyung’s stomach drop.
“But if he did… Jungkook deserves to know.”
⸻
Evening
The sun had already begun to set when Jungkook returned home.
The apartment smelled faintly like the ramen Jimin had cooked earlier.
Jimin sat cross-legged on the couch watching the door nervously as Jungkook stepped inside.
“You’re home early,” Jimin said.
Jungkook dropped his bag near the door.
“I wanted to talk.”
That sentence immediately made Jimin’s chest tighten.
Jungkook walked toward the couch slowly before sitting beside him.
“Did you think about what I said this morning?”
Jimin swallowed.
“About moving in?”
Jungkook nodded.
“I meant it.”
Jimin looked down at his hands.
“I don’t want to ruin your life.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows pulled together slightly.
“You’re not ruining anything.”
“You had plans,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Plans change.”
Then he turned to look directly at Jimin.
“And honestly… I don’t hate the idea.”
Jimin’s head lifted slightly.
“What idea?”
Jungkook hesitated before answering.
“…having a family.”
The words landed softly, but heavily.
Jimin’s heart clenched painfully.
Because Jungkook sounded sincere.
Not trapped.
Not resentful.
Just… ready to step up.
And suddenly the guilt inside Jimin felt unbearable.
Because Jungkook was preparing for a future built on a lie.
⸻
Later That Night
Jimin stood alone on the apartment balcony.
Cool evening air brushed against his face while the city lights flickered below.
Behind him, through the glass door, Jungkook moved around the living room cleaning up after dinner.
Jimin watched his reflection faintly in the glass.
Jungkook looked comfortable.
At home.
Like he already belonged in this new life.
Jimin pressed a hand slowly against his stomach again.
His voice came out barely above a whisper.
“I’m sorry.”
Because no matter how badly he wanted Jungkook to stay…
He knew the truth would eventually surface.
And when it did—
Everything between them might break.
⸻
The sky was a dull gray when morning arrived.
Clouds hung low over the city, turning the sunlight pale and muted. The kind of morning that made everything feel slower, heavier, like the world itself hadn’t fully woken up yet.
Inside the apartment, Park Jimin sat at the small dining table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.
He had been staring at it for almost ten minutes.
The spoon rested untouched in his hand.
His mind was too loud.
Every thought tangled into the next—Jungkook’s offer to move in together, the growing curiosity from their friends, and the quiet voice in the back of his head that kept whispering the same thing over and over.
You went too far.
Footsteps approached from the hallway.
Jeon Jungkook appeared a moment later, already dressed for the day in a black jacket and loose jeans.
He paused when he saw the untouched bowl.
“You’re doing it again,” Jungkook said.
Jimin blinked.
“Doing what?”
“Thinking instead of eating.”
Jungkook walked over and gently tapped the spoon against the bowl.
“You need to actually eat that.”
Jimin sighed quietly.
“I will.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“That’s what you said twenty minutes ago.”
Jimin finally took a small bite just to prove a point.
Jungkook watched him for another second before grabbing his keys from the counter.
“I’ll be back around five,” he said.
Jimin nodded.
Then Jungkook hesitated.
His voice softened slightly.
“Think about what I said.”
Jimin knew exactly what he meant.
Moving in.
Jimin forced a small nod.
“I will.”
Jungkook gave him one last look before leaving the apartment.
The door clicked shut.
Silence filled the room again.
Jimin slowly set the spoon down.
His appetite disappeared completely.
⸻
Afternoon
The café smelled like roasted coffee beans and warm pastries.
Jimin had chosen a quiet corner table near the window, hoping the soft hum of conversation around him would calm his nerves.
It didn’t.
Because the person sitting across from him was Kim Taehyung.
And Taehyung looked suspicious.
Very suspicious.
He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed as he studied Jimin carefully.
“You look guilty,” Taehyung said suddenly.
Jimin nearly choked on his drink.
“What?”
Taehyung tilted his head slightly.
“I said you look guilty.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
Jimin groaned.
“Tae…”
Taehyung leaned forward.
“Okay, let me ask you something.”
Jimin’s stomach tightened.
“What?”
Taehyung lowered his voice slightly.
“Did you actually plan this?”
The question hit like a sudden punch.
Jimin froze.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“That reaction isn’t comforting.”
Jimin forced a shaky laugh.
“You’re being ridiculous.”
Taehyung continued watching him closely.
“I’ve known you for years, Jimin.”
His voice softened slightly.
“And right now you look like someone who’s hiding something.”
Jimin’s chest tightened painfully.
He hated this.
Taehyung sighed and leaned back again.
“Look… if this is real, then I’m happy for you.”
A small pause followed.
“But if something weird is going on…”
His expression turned serious.
“…you need to think about what that could do to Jungkook.”
The words lingered heavily between them.
Because they were true.
And Jimin knew it.
⸻
Elsewhere
Across the city, **Kim Namjoon sat at his desk with his laptop open.
Several medical articles filled the screen.
Pregnancy timelines.
Early symptoms.
Detection windows.
Namjoon scrolled slowly, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He wasn’t trying to invade anyone’s privacy.
But something about the situation bothered him.
The speed.
The timing.
It didn’t make sense.
Namjoon leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Either I’m overthinking…”
He tapped the desk lightly.
“…or someone isn’t telling the truth.”
⸻
Evening
The apartment felt warmer when Jungkook returned that evening.
Jimin was sitting on the couch watching television when the door opened.
“You’re back,” Jimin said quietly.
Jungkook kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag beside the door.
“Long day.”
He stretched slightly before walking over to the couch.
Jimin shifted to make room for him.
Jungkook sat down beside him, leaning back with a tired sigh.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then Jungkook glanced sideways.
“So?”
Jimin felt his heart start racing.
“So what?”
Jungkook gave him a small look.
“You know what.”
The question hung between them again.
Moving in.
Jimin swallowed slowly.
“I thought about it.”
Jungkook waited.
Jimin stared at his hands for a moment before speaking again.
“…okay.”
Jungkook blinked.
“Okay?”
Jimin nodded quietly.
“I’ll move in.”
For a second Jungkook just stared at him.
Then a small smile appeared on his face.
Not a big one.
Just a quiet, genuine smile.
“Good.”
Jimin felt his chest tighten again.
Because Jungkook looked relieved.
Happy, even.
He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“We’ll make it work,” Jungkook said softly.
Jimin nodded.
But deep inside, the guilt grew heavier.
Because every step forward in this new life brought them closer to the moment when the truth might come out.
And when it did…
There was no way to predict how badly things would fall apart.
⸻
⸻
Evening settled quietly over the city.
The sky outside had turned a deep shade of violet, the last streaks of sunlight fading behind tall buildings. Lights flickered on one by one in distant apartments, small glowing squares scattered across the darkening skyline.
Inside the living room, the atmosphere felt strangely fragile.
Like something delicate had just shifted.
Park Jimin sat on the couch with his hands folded tightly in his lap.
He had said yes.
The word still echoed in his mind.
I’ll move in.
Such a simple sentence.
Yet it had changed everything.
Across from him, Jeon Jungkook stood near the kitchen counter, scrolling through something on his phone. His brows were slightly furrowed, concentration visible in the small crease between them.
For a moment, Jimin simply watched him.
Jungkook looked calm.
Relaxed.
Like someone who had already accepted the future unfolding in front of him.
That calmness made guilt bloom painfully in Jimin’s chest.
Because Jungkook believed this was happening naturally.
That their lives were simply adjusting to an unexpected surprise.
He didn’t know that Jimin had quietly nudged fate in this direction.
And sometimes the lie felt so heavy that Jimin wondered if it might crush him before the truth ever came out.
Jungkook suddenly looked up.
“You’re staring again.”
Jimin blinked quickly, looking away.
“Sorry.”
Jungkook chuckled softly.
“Don’t apologize for that.”
He walked over and sat beside him on the couch.
For a moment the space between them felt smaller than usual.
Jimin could feel Jungkook’s warmth through the thin fabric of their clothes.
“You look nervous,” Jungkook said quietly.
Jimin let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Everything is changing.”
Jungkook nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
There was a pause.
Then Jungkook said something that made Jimin’s heart ache.
“But change isn’t always bad.”
Jimin glanced at him.
Jungkook was looking ahead at nothing in particular, his expression thoughtful.
“When I first saw that test,” he admitted softly, “I thought my life was over.”
Jimin’s chest tightened.
“But then I kept thinking about it.”
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck.
“And… I don’t know.”
He hesitated.
“It didn’t feel as scary after a while.”
Jimin’s voice came out quieter than he expected.
“Why not?”
Jungkook finally turned to look at him.
“Because it’s you.”
The answer landed gently.
But the impact was devastating.
Because Jungkook meant it.
Not dramatically.
Not romantically.
Just honestly.
Jimin felt his throat tighten.
He had expected anger, maybe resentment.
Not this quiet acceptance.
Not this willingness to step forward beside him.
Jungkook leaned back into the couch.
“I mean, if this was going to happen with anyone…”
He shrugged lightly.
“I’m glad it’s you.”
Jimin’s eyes stung suddenly.
He turned his face away quickly before Jungkook could notice.
Because hearing that made the lie feel even uglier.
⸻
Later That Night
Jimin stood in the bedroom doorway watching Jungkook move around the room.
Jungkook had already started making space.
One side of the closet door hung open while he shifted hangers to the right.
“You can use this side,” Jungkook said casually.
Jimin leaned against the frame.
“You’re doing this really fast.”
Jungkook glanced back at him.
“We don’t have nine months to prepare emotionally.”
That made Jimin laugh softly despite everything.
Jungkook returned the small smile.
Then he paused for a moment.
His voice softened.
“Are you scared?”
Jimin hesitated.
There were a thousand honest answers he could give.
Yes, because you might hate me one day.
Yes, because I manipulated you.
Yes, because I don’t deserve how kind you’re being.
Instead he simply nodded.
“A little.”
Jungkook walked toward him slowly.
When he stopped in front of Jimin, his expression had turned gentle.
“That’s normal.”
Then, without thinking too much about it, Jungkook reached forward and pulled him into a brief hug.
It wasn’t dramatic.
Not passionate.
Just warm.
Supportive.
Jimin froze for half a second before relaxing slightly against him.
Jungkook’s arms tightened a little.
“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured.
Jimin closed his eyes.
Because Jungkook said those words like a promise.
And promises built on lies rarely survived.
⸻
Across the City
Inside a quiet apartment filled with scattered papers and books, **Kim Namjoon sat at his desk again.
A soft knock sounded at the door.
A moment later **Kim Taehyung stepped inside.
“You look like a conspiracy theorist,” Taehyung said.
Namjoon sighed.
“I talked to a doctor friend.”
Taehyung’s expression immediately shifted.
“And?”
Namjoon closed the laptop slowly.
“The timeline Jungkook described…”
He paused.
“…doesn’t match early detection.”
Taehyung stared at him.
“So you think Jimin—”
“I don’t know,” Namjoon interrupted quickly.
“But something about it doesn’t sit right with me.”
Taehyung looked down at the floor for a moment.
Then he said quietly,
“If that’s true…”
He sighed heavily.
“…Jungkook’s going to be destroyed.”
Namjoon nodded slowly.
“Exactly.”
⸻
Back at Jungkook’s Apartment
Jimin lay awake in bed long after Jungkook had fallen asleep.
The room was dark except for faint city lights filtering through the curtains.
Jungkook slept peacefully beside him, one arm resting loosely across the mattress.
Jimin turned his head slightly to look at him.
In sleep, Jungkook looked younger.
Less guarded.
Less burdened.
Jimin wondered what he would look like if the truth came out.
Would his expression harden?
Would that warmth disappear forever?
Jimin’s hand drifted slowly to his stomach again.
He whispered into the quiet darkness.
“I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
But deep down he knew that wasn’t completely true.
Because a small part of him had hoped this would happen.
Had hoped that giving Jungkook a reason to stay would finally anchor him.
Now that it had worked…
Jimin wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved—
Or terrified.
⸻
The morning arrived slowly.
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the apartment, spilling across the wooden floor in soft golden patches. The city was already alive outside—cars moving, people rushing to work, distant sounds of life continuing like it always did.
Inside the apartment, things felt different.
Boxes sat scattered across the living room.
Clothes folded in neat piles.
A suitcase half open on the couch.
Park Jimin stood in the middle of it all, holding a small stack of books against his chest.
For a moment he simply looked around the room.
This had been his place for nearly three years.
Every corner held some memory—late-night movies, quiet mornings with coffee, evenings where he convinced himself he was okay being alone.
Now it all felt temporary.
Because today he was moving.
Not because he had planned it.
Not because his life had naturally led him here.
But because one moment of desperation had rewritten everything.
A soft knock echoed behind him.
The door opened before he could answer.
Jeon Jungkook stepped inside carrying two cardboard boxes.
His hair was slightly messy from the wind outside, and he wore a loose gray hoodie with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.
He glanced around the apartment.
“Wow,” he said quietly. “You packed more than I expected.”
Jimin gave a weak smile.
“I didn’t want to bring too much.”
Jungkook placed the boxes near the door.
“You’re literally moving in with me, Jimin.”
“I know.”
Jungkook walked toward him slowly.
“You’re allowed to bring your life with you.”
The words were simple.
But they made Jimin’s chest tighten.
Because Jungkook meant them.
He wasn’t acting like someone forced into a situation.
He was acting like someone making room for another person.
Jimin looked down at the books in his arms.
“You don’t think this is… too fast?”
Jungkook tilted his head slightly.
“Fast compared to what?”
Jimin didn’t answer.
Compared to a relationship that had always been unstable.
Compared to feelings that had never been clearly spoken.
Compared to the truth Jungkook didn’t know.
Jungkook studied him for a moment.
Then he stepped closer and gently took the books from his arms.
“Stop overthinking.”
Jimin let out a small breath.
“I’m not overthinking.”
“You are.”
Jungkook gave him a small half-smile.
“You always do.”
⸻
Later
The drive to Jungkook’s place felt strangely quiet.
The car moved smoothly through the afternoon traffic while soft music played from the speakers.
Jimin sat in the passenger seat watching the city blur past the window.
His hands rested in his lap, fingers twisting together nervously.
Jungkook noticed.
He glanced sideways briefly.
“You’re doing that thing again.”
Jimin frowned.
“What thing?”
“Destroying your fingers.”
Jimin immediately stopped fidgeting.
Jungkook reached over for a second and lightly squeezed his hand before returning it to the steering wheel.
The gesture was brief.
But warm.
Supportive.
Jimin’s chest tightened again.
Because Jungkook had never been this attentive before.
It felt like he had stepped into a completely new role overnight.
A role Jimin had forced him into.
⸻
Evening
Jungkook’s apartment felt larger than Jimin remembered.
Sunlight poured through the huge windows, lighting up the modern space with a warm glow.
Jungkook carried the last box inside and placed it on the kitchen counter.
“There,” he said with a small sigh. “Officially moved.”
Jimin stood awkwardly near the entrance.
For a moment he felt like a guest instead of someone who lived there.
Jungkook noticed immediately.
“Why are you standing like you’re visiting?”
Jimin shrugged.
“It still feels weird.”
Jungkook walked over and gently nudged him toward the living room.
“Get used to it.”
Jimin let out a small laugh.
Jungkook smiled faintly before glancing toward the bedroom.
“I cleared half the closet already.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
Again that quiet sincerity.
Jimin wondered how long it would survive the truth.
⸻
Across Town
Inside a quiet café, **Kim Namjoon sat across from **Kim Taehyung with a serious expression.
Taehyung stirred his drink slowly.
“So they moved in together today.”
Namjoon nodded.
“That was fast.”
Taehyung sighed.
“You’re still thinking about it, aren’t you?”
Namjoon didn’t deny it.
“I just want to make sure Jungkook isn’t being lied to.”
Taehyung looked uneasy.
“Do you think Jimin would really do something like that?”
Namjoon hesitated.
“I think people do strange things when they’re scared of losing someone.”
Taehyung stared down at the table.
Because deep down…
That explanation made too much sense.
⸻
Night
The apartment had grown quiet again.
Most of Jimin’s belongings were still sitting in boxes near the wall.
He sat on the edge of the bed while Jungkook moved around the room organizing things.
“You can unpack tomorrow,” Jungkook said.
“You don’t have to help.”
“I live here too.”
Jimin watched him for a moment.
“Why are you being so nice about this?”
Jungkook paused.
The question clearly surprised him.
“Nice?”
“Yes.”
Jimin’s voice was soft.
“You could be angry.”
Jungkook leaned against the dresser thoughtfully.
“I was,” he admitted.
Jimin’s chest tightened.
“For about ten minutes.”
Jungkook shrugged.
“Then I realized something.”
“What?”
Jungkook looked at him directly.
“No matter how it happened… this is still my responsibility.”
The words were calm.
Firm.
But something about them made Jimin’s stomach twist painfully.
Because responsibility wasn’t the same as love.
And the truth was still waiting quietly beneath everything.
Jimin lay down later that night beside Jungkook, staring up at the ceiling long after the lights were turned off.
Outside the city lights flickered endlessly.
Inside the room, Jungkook’s breathing slowly deepened as he drifted into sleep.
Jimin turned slightly to look at him.
A quiet whisper escaped his lips.
“I hope you don’t hate me someday.”
Because somewhere else in the city—
Questions were already beginning to grow.
And questions had a way of finding answers.
⸻
Morning came quietly in Jungkook’s apartment.
Soft sunlight slipped through the curtains, painting pale golden lines across the bedroom walls. The city outside hummed faintly—distant traffic, a passing train, the quiet rhythm of a world that never really stopped moving.
Inside the room, everything felt still.
Park Jimin woke slowly.
For a moment he didn’t move.
The unfamiliar ceiling above him made his brain lag behind reality.
Then he remembered.
He wasn’t in his apartment anymore.
He had moved.
He turned slightly on the bed.
Beside him, Jeon Jungkook was still asleep.
Jungkook lay on his back, one arm stretched lazily across the mattress, dark hair falling softly over his forehead. His breathing was slow and even, the relaxed rhythm of someone deep in sleep.
Jimin studied him quietly.
There was something almost unfair about how peaceful Jungkook looked.
Because the reality around them wasn’t peaceful at all.
Jimin’s chest tightened slightly.
His hand drifted instinctively toward his stomach again.
The lie lived there now.
A quiet secret growing heavier each day.
Before he could spiral too far into his thoughts, Jungkook stirred beside him.
His eyes blinked open slowly.
When he noticed Jimin watching him, he smiled faintly.
“You’ve been awake long?”
Jimin shook his head quickly.
“No.”
Jungkook stretched, letting out a quiet groan before sitting up.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I made breakfast.”
Jimin blinked.
“You… what?”
Jungkook gave him a teasing look.
“Don’t sound so shocked.”
“You hate cooking.”
“True.”
Jungkook shrugged lightly.
“But apparently pregnancy requires proper nutrition.”
The word hung awkwardly in the air.
Pregnancy.
Every time Jungkook said it so naturally, Jimin felt the same sharp stab of guilt.
Jungkook stood and offered his hand.
“Come on.”
Jimin hesitated for half a second before taking it.
Jungkook pulled him up easily.
The simple gesture felt strangely intimate.
Like they had already started becoming something else.
⸻
Afternoon
The grocery store was busy with weekend shoppers.
Jimin walked beside Jungkook through the aisles while Jungkook pushed the cart.
“You’re buying too much,” Jimin said.
Jungkook glanced down at the list in his hand.
“This is normal groceries.”
“There are like four different fruits.”
Jungkook shrugged.
“Variety.”
Jimin rolled his eyes.
“You’re acting like a parenting manual.”
Jungkook smirked slightly.
“Better than acting like a disaster.”
Jimin laughed softly.
For a moment the tension between them faded.
They looked almost normal.
Just two people shopping together.
Jungkook reached for a container of strawberries and placed it in the cart.
Then his hand paused.
He glanced at Jimin.
“Are you feeling okay today?”
Jimin blinked.
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t look great this morning.”
“I’m fine.”
Jungkook studied him carefully for a moment before nodding.
“Okay.”
But something about his expression suggested he wasn’t completely convinced.
⸻
Later
The café was quieter than usual.
Soft music drifted through the room while afternoon sunlight warmed the wooden tables.
Jimin sat across from **Kim Taehyung again.
This time, Taehyung didn’t look playful.
He looked serious.
Almost worried.
“You moved in,” Taehyung said.
Jimin nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
Taehyung leaned forward slightly.
“Jimin.”
The tone alone made Jimin’s stomach twist.
“Tell me the truth.”
Jimin forced a calm expression.
“About what?”
Taehyung’s eyes searched his face.
“Is the pregnancy real?”
The question landed like a stone dropping into water.
Jimin froze.
Taehyung’s voice softened slightly.
“You hesitated.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did.”
Jimin looked down at his hands.
Taehyung sighed quietly.
“Jimin… if you’re lying to keep him—”
“I’m not.”
The words came out sharper than Jimin intended.
Taehyung stared at him.
Silence stretched between them.
Finally Taehyung leaned back slowly.
“I hope you’re telling the truth.”
Jimin didn’t answer.
Because even he didn’t know what the truth meant anymore.
⸻
Evening
Jungkook returned home late that night.
The apartment was dim except for the light in the living room.
Jimin sat on the couch watching television.
When Jungkook walked in, he immediately noticed the tension in Jimin’s posture.
“Rough day?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin shrugged.
“Just tired.”
Jungkook set his bag down and sat beside him.
For a moment they watched the screen quietly.
Then Jungkook spoke again.
“I saw Namjoon today.”
Jimin’s heart skipped.
“Oh?”
Jungkook nodded.
“He was asking weird questions.”
Jimin tried to sound casual.
“Like what?”
Jungkook leaned back against the couch.
“About the timeline.”
The room suddenly felt colder.
Jimin’s fingers curled slightly against the cushion.
“What timeline?”
Jungkook looked at him thoughtfully.
“About when we found out.”
Jimin forced himself to stay calm.
“And?”
Jungkook shrugged.
“He’s just curious.”
But something in his voice suggested the conversation had stuck with him.
Jimin’s chest tightened.
Because the first crack had appeared.
Small.
Barely noticeable.
But cracks had a habit of spreading.
⸻
Night
Later, as they lay in bed, Jungkook turned slightly toward him.
“Jimin?”
“Yeah?”
Jungkook hesitated.
Then he said quietly,
“You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
The question hit deeper than Jungkook probably intended.
Jimin’s throat felt tight.
“Of course.”
Jungkook studied his face in the dim light.
For a moment it looked like he wanted to say something else.
But instead he simply nodded.
“Good.”
He rolled back onto his side of the bed.
Within minutes his breathing slowed again.
But Jimin stayed awake.
Because that single question echoed painfully in his mind.
You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?
And the truth was…
He already hadn’t.
The apartment was quiet, but Jimin couldn’t sleep.
Outside, the city lights of Seoul flickered through the large glass windows of Jungkook’s penthouse. The world was still loud out there — cars, distant voices, flashing billboards — but inside the apartment everything felt suffocatingly silent.
Jimin sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting unconsciously on his stomach.
It still felt surreal.
There was a baby inside him.
A baby that should have never existed.
His fingers trembled slightly as the memory replayed again in his head — that tiny, almost invisible hole in the condom. He had told himself a thousand excuses that night.
Maybe nothing will happen.
Maybe fate will decide.
But fate had decided.
And now Jungkook was paying the price.
Across the apartment, Jimin could hear Jungkook laughing faintly on a phone call in the living room. The sound made Jimin’s chest tighten.
Jungkook had been smiling a lot lately.
Not the carefree smiles from before, but softer ones — gentle, protective. Ever since the pregnancy announcement, Jungkook had changed in ways Jimin never expected.
He attended doctor appointments.
He cooked sometimes.
He made sure Jimin took vitamins.
And every time Jungkook looked at him with that quiet determination, Jimin felt like someone was twisting a knife inside his chest.
Because Jungkook believed this was an accident.
Jimin hugged himself tighter.
If he knew the truth…
The thought alone made his stomach twist.
⸻
Across the city, in a dimly lit bar, Kim Namjoon stared at his laptop screen.
Numbers.
Dates.
Tiny details most people would ignore.
But Namjoon had always been good at noticing things.
The timeline of Jungkook and Jimin’s pregnancy kept bothering him. At first he had ignored the thought, telling himself he was just being paranoid.
But the more he thought about it, the more something felt wrong.
He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.
“Something’s off…” he muttered.
Namjoon wasn’t the type to accuse people easily. But Jungkook was like family to him.
And family meant protection.
If someone was manipulating Jungkook — even accidentally — Namjoon needed to know.
His jaw tightened.
He made a decision right then.
He would tell Jungkook everything he suspected.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
But on the one day when it would matter most.
The wedding day.
Before Jungkook said those vows.
Before everything became permanent.
Namjoon closed the laptop slowly.
“I’m sorry, Jimin,” he whispered quietly.
“But Jungkook deserves the truth.”
⸻
Back at the apartment, Jimin stood in the kitchen pouring himself water.
His reflection stared back at him from the dark window.
Pale.
Exhausted.
Guilty.
Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him.
Jungkook wrapped an arm loosely around his waist from behind, resting his chin lightly on Jimin’s shoulder.
“You’re still awake?” Jungkook murmured.
Jimin froze slightly.
“Yeah… couldn’t sleep.”
Jungkook’s hand moved gently to Jimin’s stomach.
The touch was so careful it almost broke Jimin’s heart.
“How’s the baby?” Jungkook asked softly.
Jimin swallowed.
“Fine… I think.”
Jungkook smiled faintly.
“We’ll see the doctor again next week.”
His voice held quiet certainty, like he had already accepted the future completely.
Then he kissed Jimin’s temple.
A small, warm gesture.
But Jimin felt tears burn behind his eyes.
Because Jungkook didn’t know.
And every second that passed made the truth heavier.
⸻
Three days later, wedding preparations filled the penthouse.
Stylists came and went.
Phones rang nonstop.
Managers argued with reporters.
The world outside was obsessed with the story.
But inside Jimin felt like he was slowly drowning.
That afternoon, he stepped out of the bedroom quietly to get some air.
As he walked past Jungkook’s office, voices stopped him.
Namjoon’s voice.
“…I’m telling you, something doesn’t add up.”
Jimin froze.
Jungkook sounded confused.
“What are you talking about?”
Namjoon sighed.
“I don’t want to accuse anyone without proof. But the timeline… the condom… the whole situation.”
Jimin’s blood ran cold.
Namjoon continued slowly.
“I’m going to tell you everything on the wedding day.”
Silence followed.
Then Namjoon added quietly:
“You deserve to know before you marry him.”
Jimin felt the world tilt beneath his feet.
His hand instinctively moved to his stomach.
Panic spread through him like fire.
If Namjoon told Jungkook first…
It would sound like betrayal.
Like manipulation.
Like something monstrous.
Jimin stumbled backward silently before either of them could see him.
His mind raced.
There was only one option left now.
Only one way to stop this.
He had to tell Jungkook himself.
Before the wedding.
Before it was too late.
⸻
That night Jimin sat alone on the balcony, staring at the city lights again.
The cold wind brushed against his face, but he barely felt it.
His chest felt tight.
His throat burned.
He whispered softly into the darkness.
“Tomorrow.”
Tomorrow night he would confess everything.
Even if it destroyed him.
Even if it destroyed them both.
Because Jungkook deserved the truth.
And Jimin couldn’t live inside this lie any longer.
⸻
The penthouse was finally quiet.
For the first time in days, the constant stream of stylists, managers, photographers, and assistants had disappeared. The wedding rehearsal was done. The last calls had been made. The world outside was waiting for tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
The word echoed inside Jimin’s head like a ticking clock.
Tomorrow he would marry Jungkook.
His hands trembled as he sat on the couch in the dim living room. Only one lamp was on, casting a warm golden glow across the marble floor.
But Jimin felt cold.
So unbearably cold.
His hand rested over his stomach again, almost unconsciously.
The baby shifted slightly, a small flutter that only he could feel.
A reminder.
A living reminder of the choice he had made.
Jimin squeezed his eyes shut.
You have to tell him.
The words repeated again and again in his mind. Namjoon’s voice from earlier kept echoing in his ears.
“You deserve to know before you marry him.”
If Jungkook heard the truth from Namjoon first…
No.
Jimin’s chest tightened painfully.
He couldn’t let that happen.
He had to tell Jungkook himself.
Even if it destroyed everything.
⸻
The sound of the front door opening made Jimin’s heart jump.
Jungkook stepped inside a moment later, loosening the tie around his neck. He looked tired but calm, the way he always did after long days.
His eyes immediately softened when he saw Jimin.
“You’re still awake?”
Jimin nodded weakly.
Jungkook walked over, sitting beside him on the couch. His hand instinctively rested on Jimin’s stomach again, protective and warm.
“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked quietly.
That simple question almost broke Jimin right there.
Because Jungkook had been asking it every day.
Every morning.
Every night.
Always gentle.
Always careful.
As if Jimin and the baby were the most fragile things in the world.
Jimin’s throat tightened painfully.
“I… need to tell you something.”
Jungkook frowned slightly.
“What is it?”
The room suddenly felt too small.
Too suffocating.
Jimin couldn’t look at him.
His fingers twisted nervously together in his lap.
“I should have told you earlier,” he whispered.
Jungkook’s brows furrowed.
“Jimin… you’re scaring me.”
The concern in Jungkook’s voice made the guilt explode inside Jimin’s chest.
Tears started sliding down his face before he even realized it.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen like this,” he said shakily.
Jungkook sat up straighter.
“What are you talking about?”
Jimin finally forced himself to look at him.
Jungkook’s eyes were full of confusion.
Trust.
Something inside Jimin shattered.
“The condom,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook blinked.
“What about it?”
Jimin’s voice broke completely.
“I… I punctured it.”
The words hung in the air.
Heavy.
Unbelievable.
For a moment Jungkook didn’t react at all.
He simply stared at Jimin as if he hadn’t understood the sentence.
“…What?”
Jimin’s body shook as he continued speaking, the words pouring out in desperate fragments.
“I was scared you were going to leave me,” he said through tears. “Everything was changing… your career, your life… I felt like I was losing you.”
Jungkook still hadn’t moved.
His expression was completely blank now.
“I thought if we had a baby… you would stay,” Jimin whispered.
Silence swallowed the room.
Seconds stretched into something unbearable.
Finally Jungkook spoke.
His voice sounded different.
Colder.
“You’re telling me,” he said slowly, “that you intentionally damaged the condom.”
Jimin nodded weakly.
“I didn’t think it would actually work,” he cried. “I swear, I didn’t—”
Jungkook stood up abruptly.
The sudden movement made Jimin flinch.
Jungkook walked toward the window, running a hand through his hair.
His breathing had changed.
Sharper.
Faster.
Jimin had never seen him this quiet before.
“Say it again,” Jungkook said without turning around.
Jimin’s voice trembled.
“I… punctured it.”
Another long silence followed.
Then Jungkook laughed.
But it wasn’t a happy laugh.
It was hollow.
Disbelieving.
“So all this time…” Jungkook muttered.
Jimin’s heart pounded painfully.
“All this time I thought it was my fault.”
Jungkook finally turned around.
The softness that had always lived in his eyes was gone.
Completely gone.
Instead there was something colder.
Something distant.
“Do you have any idea what I gave up because of this?” Jungkook asked quietly.
Jimin couldn’t answer.
“I thought I made a mistake,” Jungkook continued. “I thought I was irresponsible.”
His jaw tightened.
“So I accepted everything.”
The announcement.
The wedding.
The backlash from fans.
The risk to his career.
“I thought I had to take responsibility.”
Jimin’s tears fell harder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered desperately.
Jungkook stared at him.
And for the first time since they met…
There was no warmth in his gaze.
“No,” Jungkook said calmly.
“You were scared.”
The calmness was worse than anger.
“But you didn’t just make a mistake,” Jungkook continued.
“You made a decision for both of us.”
Jimin felt like the ground had disappeared beneath him.
“I’ll cancel the wedding,” he said suddenly, panic rising in his voice. “We can fix this—”
“No.”
The single word cut through the room like a blade.
Jimin froze.
Jungkook’s expression remained cold.
“The entire world knows about this wedding,” he said.
“If I cancel it now, the scandal will destroy everything anyway.”
He looked down briefly at Jimin’s stomach.
“My child is still there.”
Then he looked back at Jimin.
“So the wedding is still happening.”
But his next words were quiet.
And devastating.
“Just don’t mistake it for love.”
Jimin felt his heart crack open.
Jungkook walked past him toward the bedroom.
Before disappearing down the hallway, he paused briefly.
“I’ll take care of the baby,” he said.
“But don’t expect anything else from me.”
The bedroom door closed softly behind him.
And for the first time since the confession…
Jimin finally understood what he had truly lost.
Not Jungkook’s career.
Not the wedding.
But Jungkook himself.