11

The crisp night air did little to soothe the inferno raging within Y/n. She stumbled out of the opulent hall, the joyous celebration a grotesque caricature of the reality tearing her apart.

Tears streamed down her face, blurring the manicured garden into a kaleidoscope of green and gold.

"How could he?" she choked out, her voice a ragged whisper against the rustling leaves. "Did all those nights mean nothing? Did the way his hand fit perfectly in mine, the way he'd chase away my fears... did none of it matter?"

Memories assaulted her, each one a shard of broken glass piercing her heart.

The way his touch sent shivers down her spine, the playful arguments they had, the way he'd held her close when her phobia gripped her tight after she fell in the pool.

All those stolen moments under the cloak of secrecy, the whispered confessions, the promises that now echoed with a hollowness that mocked her.

A choked sob escaped her lips as another memory surfaced – the night on the terrace.

The night they danced, their laughter echoing under the stars. The way his gaze had undressed her, the way his touch had ignited a fire within them both.

The raw intimacy, the whispered declarations of passion... could it all be so easily discarded?

Then came the memory of the red velvet cake she'd baked, laced with a dash of chili – a playful test of his devotion.

He'd devoured it without a complaint, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Even the playful teasing that followed, the mock accusations of poisoning him, felt like a cruel joke now.

A bitter realization washed over her, cold and suffocating. He'd always warned her, hadn't he?

"Playing with fire," he'd call it, that husky voice sending shivers down her spine even with the warning.

"You'll get burnt."

And here she was, engulfed in flames. The man who'd ignited them was nowhere to be seen, content to pledge his life to another while her world crumbled.

The weight of her secret – the tiny life growing within her, a testament to their stolen moments – threatened to crush her.

She sank down onto a stone bench, the cold stone seeping through her thin dress. Her sobs wracked her body, each one a desperate plea for an answer that would never come.

The future she'd envisioned, a future painted with his smiles and filled with the laughter of their child, lay in ruins.

A gentle touch on her shoulder startled Y/n out of her maelstrom of emotions. Wiping her tear-streaked face with the back of her hand, she looked up to see Jimin's mocking smirk staring down at her.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Didn't think things through before spreading your legs for Professor Jeon, did you?"

Y/n flinched at his venomous words, her voice barely a whisper when she replied, "It's not what you think, Jimin."

He scoffed, a cruel laugh escaping his lips. "Oh, spare me the act, Y/n. We all know your little games. Look at you now, pathetic and crying in the garden like a lovesick fool. Deserved, I'd say, for your whorish behavior."

The sting of his words was a fresh wound on top of the gaping hole in her heart. But she had no fight left in her.

All her energy was consumed by the crushing weight of Jungkook's betrayal and the fear for their unborn child.

With a strength born of desperation, she lunged forward, clinging to his legs. Her voice, raw and broken, pleaded, "Jimin, please... I just need to see Jungkook. Once. Alone. I promise I'll just talk. After that, you can do whatever you want. Just please, make it happen. It's important. Two lives depend on it."

Jimin froze, his mocking smirk replaced by a flicker of surprise.

Two lives?

The implications hung heavy in the air, a sudden understanding dawning on him.

Y/n is pregnant.

The realization shifted something within him.

No, he couldn't let her anywhere near Jungkook.

The potential fallout, the damage it could do – it was too great a risk. A malicious glint entered his eyes as he fabricated a story on the spot.

"See Jungkook?" he scoffed, kicking her pleading grip away with a coldness that sent shivers down her spine.

"What's the point? He's already moved on, Y/n. Busy planning his wedding and all. Wouldn't even recognize you on the street."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, brimming with a renewed wave of despair. "But why?" she choked out, her voice barely audible. "Why can't I just talk to him?"

"Simply because he doesn't care. Neither about you, not about the baby. It's useless to talk.", Jimin shrugged.

The air hung heavy with a sickening silence. Jimin's cruel words echoed in Y/n's ears, each syllable a fresh blow. He knew. He knew about the tiny life blossoming within her, the very reason she needed to see Jungkook.

"But... how?" she stammered, her voice a mere tremor in the stillness. Disbelief battled with a cold dread that seeped into her bones.

A humorless smile twisted Jimin's lips. "Let's just say people talk, Y/n. Especially when a certain someone gets a little too careless with their... extracurricular activities."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Look, I know this isn't what you wanted. But trust me, Jungkook isn't exactly Mr. Commitment. He goes through women like they're yesterday's clothes."

"Now throw a baby into the mix? He wouldn't know what to do with it. Can you imagine the scandal? Professor Jeon, the golden boy, saddled with a secret child?"

Y/n's mind reeled, his words blurring together in a nauseating storm.

"So," Jimin continued, his voice laced with a chilling opportunism, "let's cut our losses here. Tell me your price. And the baby's price. What will you need to… get rid of it?"

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The exquisite pain of heartbreak morphed into a chilling numbness.

Her baby, the tiny spark of hope that had flickered within her, was now reduced to a bargaining chip in Jimin's twisted game.

Y/n's world shrunk to the space occupied by the hand gripping her arm. Numbness crept up from her toes, stealing the fight from her limbs.

Her voice, when it emerged, was a hollow echo, "No. He wouldn't... Jungkookie wouldn't..."

Jimin scoffed, a harsh, cynical sound. "Wake up, Y/n. The Jungkook you know is a carefully crafted image. Golden boy, perfect professor... all a facade."

He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with malice, "He's a demon in disguise, Y/n. This baby? Just another inconvenience. An unwanted reminder of a fling he's already forgotten."

Her mind screamed in denial, but a seed of doubt had been planted.

The man she was so passionate about, the man who'd held her close and whispered promises, could he truly be this cold, this unfeeling?

"So," Jimin pressed, his voice regaining its opportunistic edge, "the choice is yours. Take care of it, or don't. Just don't think for a second you can show up at his wedding with a baby and expect a happily ever after. He won't even acknowledge it. And don't even dream about some grand inheritance for your little mistake. We all know how women like you operate."

His words were a cruel caricature, twisting the love they shared into a sordid transaction.

Money.

Inheritance.

All the things that had never mattered to her were suddenly weaponized against her.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but they refused to fall. A fierce protectiveness, raw and primal, surged within her.

This wasn't about Jungkook anymore.  This was about her child, about shielding them from the ugliness Jimin reveled in.

"You don't know anything about him," she said, her voice surprisingly steady. "And you know even less about me."

"Whatever. How about you make this conversation a little less painful for us and tell me your price?", he prompted again.

Y/n let out a humorless laugh, a chilling sound that cut through the night air. "Price?" she echoed, her voice laced with disbelief.

"You think you can buy me, Jimin? Buy my silence, my pain, my child?"

She took a step closer, her every word dripping with icy contempt. "You, the self-proclaimed shadow lurking in the corners of Jenesis Corps, think you have the power to dictate my life? You're nothing but a jealous weasel, feeding off the scraps that fall from Jungkook's table."

Jimin's face contorted with rage, a flicker of vulnerability momentarily flashing in his eyes before he slammed on his mask of icy control.

"Careful, Y/n," he hissed, his voice tight with barely contained anger. "There's a difference between defiance and stupidity."

She met his gaze unflinchingly. "And there's a difference between power and delusion. You may think you control the narrative, but you're just a pawn in a game you don't understand."

A tense silence stretched between them, the air thick with unspoken threats and simmering emotions. Finally, with a sigh that spoke volumes, Y/n spoke.

"If you can be of any use at all, Jimin," she said, her voice devoid of warmth, "get me to Jungkook. And not to some grand declaration scene. I just need him to say it. To say he doesn't want the baby."

A bead of sweat trickled down Jimin's temple, betraying his carefully constructed facade. This wasn't the response he'd anticipated. He'd expected her to crumble, to bargain for money or a future that never existed. But this steely defiance, this laser focus on protecting the child, threw a wrench into his plans.

For a moment, he considered refusing, letting her stew in her misery. But then, a devious glint entered his eyes. This, he realized, could be his golden ticket.

"Alright, Y/n," he said, his voice surprisingly calm. "I'll get you your wish. You'll see Jungkook, and you'll hear him say it himself."

A flicker of hope, faint but persistent, ignited in Y/n's eyes.

Could this be a way out?

Could she somehow get through to Jungkook, explain the situation, and salvage their relationship?

But as she met Jimin's calculating gaze, a sliver of doubt remained. This was no act of altruism. He had an agenda, one that still remained unclear. But for now, she was willing to play his game, if only to hear Jungkook's voice, his truth.

Slipping past the throng of well-wishers, Jimin weaved his way through the opulent hall, a predator stalking his prey. He finally spotted Jungkook, a strained smile plastered on his face as he conversed with a group of distinguished guests.

With a practiced ease, Jimin excused himself from a nearby conversation and sidled up to Jungkook, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There you are, Jungkook. A word?"

Jungkook's smile faltered for a brief moment, a flicker of pain crossing his features before he schooled his expression back into forced pleasantness. "Jimin, good to see you. Excuse me a moment, gentlemen."

He led Jimin to a secluded corner, a sense of foreboding gnawing at his gut. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of anxiety.

"Y/n," Jimin spat out, the name a viper in his voice. "She's causing quite a stir."

Jungkook's breath hitched. "What do you mean? Is she okay? You told me you handled everything, is she not fine?"

"Not yet," Jimin smirked, enjoying the visible worry etching lines on Jungkook's face. "But she's threatening to. Apparently, she's none too pleased with your upcoming nuptials."

Jungkook winced. This was the last thing he needed right now. Heartbreak and betrayal were already carving canyons within him, and the thought of facing Y/n's anger felt like walking into a raging inferno.

"She's... she's going to the press," Jimin continued, his voice laced with a false concern. "Says she'll expose everything. Your little secret fling with a student, your previous sex flings, the Professor Jeon facade crumbling under the weight of a scandal."

A wave of nausea washed over Jungkook. The carefully constructed image he'd meticulously maintained for years was on the verge of shattering. But it was the potential hurt Y/n would endure that truly terrified him.

"No," he choked out, the word a desperate plea. "She wouldn't. We… we had something special. I know she knows better than to do this."

The pain in Jungkook's voice was a balm to Jimin's festering jealousy. He leaned closer, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.

"Love is a fickle thing, Jungkook. Especially when your past sins come knocking."

Tears welled up in Jungkook's eyes, a stark contrast to the joyous celebration unfolding around them. "I can't lose her," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I messed up, Jimin, I know that. But I feel for her. I have to explain everything, make her understand."

"Explain what?" Jimin scoffed. "The elaborate lie you've built your life on? The fiancée you don't love but need to appease your powerful family? Think about the consequences, Jungkook.  One whisper in the wrong ear and  – everything – will go up in smoke. People will die."

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, his face etched with despair. "I don't care about that," he muttered. "I just want her. But she's being… unreasonable."

The word scraped against Jimin's twisted sense of justice.

Unreasonable?

Y/n, who carried the weight of their secret love and his child, was the unreasonable one?

"Look," Jimin said, his voice hardening, "you can beg all you want, but if you even dare to open your mouth to her or provide any comfort, you'll pay a heavy price. Not just you, but millions of people. So many lives rest on you Jungkook, act wisely. You can't let a runny mouth know things."

Jungkook flinched, the threat hanging heavy in the air. He was trapped, a fly caught in a web of his own making. 

"But… what about her?" he pleaded, a flicker of defiance sparking in his eyes. "She deserves to know the truth."

A cruel smile twisted Jimin's lips. "The truth has a way of being messy, Jungkook.  Sometimes, silence is the kindest option."

With that, Jimin turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Jungkook drowning in a sea of guilt, despair, and a suffocating silence he was powerless to break.

The air hung heavy with unspoken emotions as Jimin shoved Y/n roughly towards a secluded corner of the hall.

Standing there, bathed in the dim glow of a single spotlight, was Jungkook. Seeing him, a kaleidoscope of emotions assaulted Y/n – a potent mix of longing, anger, and a crushing vulnerability.

"Don't have much time," Jimin hissed, his voice tight with poorly veiled triumph. "Catherine's waiting. This little… confirmation won't take long."

He shoved Y/n forward again, a cruel puppet master manipulating his strings. Y/n swallowed, the knot in her throat tightening.

"Y/n," Jungkook said, his voice strained, surprise battling with a flicker of what looked suspiciously like relief. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Betrayal felt like a leaden weight in her chest, stealing her breath.

Jimin, impatient, cut in, his voice dripping with condescension. "Just needs a confirmation, that's all. So say it to her face, Jeon. Spare us the theatrics."

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring his image.

How could she explain the tangled mess of emotions churning within her, the weight of their secret, the child they'd created?

Jungkook seemed to take her silence as confirmation of his own fears. His face contorted in pain.

"Y/n," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "you mean a lot to me, truly. But please, don't do this.  You know this… this will ruin so many lives.  There's more at play than I can say, but trust me, please understand. Don't do this."

His words were a punch to the gut.

Ruin so many lives?

Did her life and the baby's life not count?

His words echoed in the air, laced with an unspoken plea.  They were a desperate attempt to protect her, to shield her from the storm brewing in his world.

He didn't want her to go to the press. This would damage a lot of things.

But to Y/n, they were a confirmation of her worst fears.

He didn't want the baby. He didn't want her.

The fragile hope that had flickered within her died a swift and brutal death. All that remained was a cold, steely resolve to face whatever future awaited them, to protect the tiny life growing within her, alone if she had to.

"There's more at stake than I can say right now," he continued, his voice pleading. "But trust me, Y/n, please understand. Don't do this."

Tears streamed down Y/n's face, blurring his image.

Don't do what?

Was he asking her to forget their secret love?

To pretend it never happened?

"Did I mean nothing to you?" she choked out, her voice raspy with unshed tears. "All those nights, the promises… did it all mean nothing?"

Jungkook flinched, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing his features. "Y/n," he said, his voice strained, "you know it's not that. We had something special, but…"

"But what?" she cried, desperation lacing her voice. "You know everything, and you're still choosing to throw me away?"

Jimin scoffed. "Come on, Jeon, we don't have all night."

Jungkook ignored him, his gaze locked on Y/n, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"It's bigger than just us, Y/n," he said, his voice a mere whisper. "There are things I can't tell you, things I have to deal with right now. I can't handle this… this complication on top of everything else."

The finality in his voice shattered the last remnants of hope within her.

He wasn't asking her to understand.

He was asking her to disappear, to erase their connection, their child, for the sake of some unseen burden.

Y/n felt a hollow ache spread through her, a cold emptiness that settled deep within her bones.

Broken.

She was utterly broken.

With a trembling hand, she wiped away the tears blurring her vision.  "So that's it then," she whispered, her voice devoid of emotion.

Jungkook reached out towards her, a flicker of regret clouding his eyes.

But before he could speak, Jimin's hand clamped down on his shoulder, a silent reminder of the gilded cage Jungkook was trapped in.

As Jimin pulled her away, Y/n stole one last look at Jungkook. His face, etched with pain and conflict, was a stark contrast to the cold reality she now faced.

The man she felt so deeply about, the man who'd whispered sweet nothings and held her close, had chosen his fabricated life over their secret love, over their child.

This was about her future, a future she would face alone, a future where she and her child would be okay, even without him.

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The ride home was a blur of flickering streetlights and stifling silence. Y/n sat huddled in the passenger seat, a numb ache radiating from her heart.

Her father, oblivious to the storm raging within her, hummed along to a classic rock ballad on the radio, oblivious to the shattered pieces of her life scattered across the backseat.

Once home, she escaped to the sanctuary of her room, collapsing onto the familiar bed. The weight of the night pressed down on her, suffocating her.

Tears, long held back, finally spilled over, a torrent of grief washing away the last vestiges of hope.

Placing a trembling hand on her barely-there bump, a silent question echoed in the stillness of the room.

What now?

She'd envisioned sharing this news with Jungkook, building a future together, a future that now lay in ruins.

The sliver of hope that he might offer some support, some acknowledgment of their shared responsibility, had been brutally extinguished.

Keeping the baby - the very thought ignited a cocktail of fear and uncertainty. She was barely 21, a bachelor's student clinging to dreams that seemed to mock her reality now. This wasn't how her life was supposed to unfold.

The other option, the one whispered by Jimin's cruel words, sent a shiver down her spine. Could she even consider it? The life growing within her, a tiny spark of hope she'd clung to, now became a burden, a constant reminder of her heartbreak.

Lost in the labyrinth of her thoughts, she didn't hear the soft knock on her door. It was only when it came again, a little more insistent this time, that she finally stirred.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" a familiar voice called out. It was Taehyung.

Wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks, she croaked out a weak, "Come in."

The door creaked open, revealing Taehyung's concerned face. He took one look at her tear-streaked cheeks and his worry deepened.  "Y/n, what happened?" he asked, his voice laced with gentle concern.

He moved closer, a silent invitation for her to share her burden. Hesitantly, Y/n looked at him. 

Could she tell him?

Could she trust him with the secret that threatened to consume her?

Y/n wanted to tell him, to unleash the torrent of emotions churning within her. But as she opened her mouth, the words caught in her throat, choked by the raw pain. Tears welled up again, blurring her vision. A sob wracked her body, a desperate, heaving sound that spoke volumes more than any words could.

Taehyung, ever perceptive, didn't push. He simply crossed the room and sat beside her on the bed. Without a word, he opened his arms, offering a haven of comfort in the midst of her storm. Y/n, drawn by the silent promise of solace, collapsed into his embrace.

His hold was gentle yet firm, a secure anchor in the chaotic sea of her emotions. He didn't try to pry, didn't utter empty reassurances.  Instead, he simply whispered, "I know… I know it all."

His words, surprisingly, didn't trigger a fresh wave of tears. Instead, they hung in the air, a question mark blooming in Y/n's tear-filled eyes.

How could he know?

What did he know?

Sensing her confusion, Taehyung pulled back slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. He reached out, placing a hand gently on her abdomen, a place where only no bump resided yet.  "I'm going to be an uncle, aren't I?"

Y/n's breath hitched. Shock momentarily eclipsed the grief that threatened to drown her. "How… how do you know?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

Taehyung chuckled softly. "Perhaps you should be a little less… loud when discussing test results with your doctor next timd," he teased gently. 

"Considering how private you are, a positive pregnancy test would exactly be something that will shake up the calm composed and savage sister of mine."

A fresh wave of tears welled up, but this time they were laced with a strange sense of relief. Taehyung knew. He knew about the baby, the very source of her despair and uncertainty. Yet, he was still here, offering comfort and support.

As the sobs subsided, Taehyung tightened his hold, a silent promise that he wouldn't leave. When she finally found her voice, it was a mere tremor.

"Who's the father?" he asked, his voice soft. "Does he know?"

Y/n hesitated.

Could she trust him with the full weight of her secret, the betrayal that festered like a wound? 

Not unless she wanted Taehyung to murder Jungkook.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "He knows," she whispered, the name refusing to escape her lips.

Taehyung didn't need a name.

He understood.

The hurt and confusion in her eyes spoke volumes.  He squeezed her hand gently.

"Have you thought what you want to do?", he asks cautiously but her tears intensify giving it away that she has nothing in store now.

Taehyung's arms tightened around Y/n, a silent pillar of support amidst the wreckage of her emotions.

"It's okay, Y/n," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "You don't have to decide right now. This is a big decision, and it's perfectly normal to feel scared and confused."

Y/n buried her face deeper into his embrace, the warmth of his presence offering a fragile comfort.  "I don't know what to do, Tae," she confessed, her voice choked with tears. "The baby, it keeps growing inside me, and I…" Her voice trailed off, the fear paralyzing.

A war raged within her.  One hand cradled the tiny spark of life within her womb, a testament to the love she once shared. The other hand instinctively reached for a future, a future where she raised a child alone, a future shrouded in societal judgment and whispered accusations.

"Do I keep it?" she whispered, the question raw and desperate. "Will I live with the regret of ending this, this little life that's a part of me? But can I bring a child into the world like this, without a father, without…" Shame choked the rest of her words.

Taehyung held her tighter, his embrace a silent reassurance. "There's no right or wrong answer, Y/n," he said gently. "Both paths will be difficult, but you're strong. You'll get through this."

He pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands and forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually filled with playful amusement, held a steadfast sincerity now.

"Listen," he said, his voice firm yet calming. "You have time. You don't need to rush into a decision. Take some time for yourself, research your options, talk to a doctor, maybe even a counselor. This isn't something you have to face alone."

Y/n pulled back from Taehyung's embrace, a sliver of rationality returning amidst the emotional storm. "What about Dad?" she asked, her voice a mere whisper. "He can't stay oblivious forever."

Taehyung's expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features. "That, Y/n," he said gently, "is a conversation you need to have with him. It's your story, your truth to tell. Trust me, I wouldn't want to be the one to break this news if I were you."

He offered a small smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Besides," he added, "the last thing you need right now is more stress or disappointment."

Y/n couldn't help but let out a weak chuckle. Disappointment was practically her middle name at this point.

But Taehyung's words held a quiet truth. Breaking this news to her father, a man steeped in tradition, would be a battle in itself.

Looking up at him, a question formed on her lips. "When did you become so… mature, Tae?" she asked, a hint of wonder in her voice.

He used to be the carefree jokester, the life of the party. Now, he seemed to possess a quiet strength, a deep well of understanding.

Taehyung's smile widened, a touch of vulnerability peeking through. "Maybe the day I decided to stop hiding and embrace who I truly am," he confessed. "Coming to terms with my own identity wasn't easy. It took a lot of courage, a lot of soul-searching."

He reached out, placing a hand over hers. "That's why I understand, Y/n. This unexpected pregnancy, the confusion, the fear – it's a kind of identity crisis, but one related to motherhood. You're questioning your role, your future, and that's okay. It's a lot to process."

His words hit a chord deep within her.  An identity crisis. Maybe that's exactly what it was.

No longer just Y/n, the carefree student, she was Y/n, the pregnant woman, Y/n, the woman facing heartbreak, Y/n, the woman at a crossroads.

But within this maelstrom of change, a new identity was beginning to form – Y/n, the survivor, Y/n, the mother, Y/n, the woman who would find her way, no matter how difficult the path.......A/n : Bless Tae. Curse others. More pain incoming.