"What the fuck?!" I shouted at him while holding my bloody cheek where he's managed to cut me.
"Oops, sorry I didn't mean to!" He said and looked at me with innocent smile.
"What do you want???" I looked at him with anger plastered on my face. He ju...
Jungkook was going crazy. Jimin didn't wake up yet and doctors have no idea if he even wake up.
Jungkook had to name baby so others helped him to pick a name. There were many names but Jungkook let me the one his dad choose.
Little Haneul was developing well and started gaining a little bit weight, but was still smaller than he should be.
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Jungkook stared at his son who was occupied with nurses. everyone loved Haneul, he was often sleeping, he was quiet, cute and he looked like he loved being taken care of by nurses. He was whining only when he was really hungry.
Jungkook often made mistakes in work and in mafia business. So his dad was for now in the office instead of him and Jackson was looking after gang.
Jungkook walked out of the room and made his way to his car. He was staring blankly at the road while driving home. He was tired.
When he arrived in the mansion, he was greeted by evidently pregnant Jin. He wanted to make his way upstairs but was stopped by Jin.
"Jungkook come and eat something."
"No thank you." He wanted to continue but Jin grabbed his arm.
"Come on Jungkook you didn't eat anything since yesterday morning. You'll get sick."
"I said no." Jungkook snapped and glared at older.
"Jungkook-"
"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO!!!" Jungkook yelled and Jin immediately stepped back, fear in his eyes.
Jungkook was fuming. He ran upstairs and slammed the door closed. He gripped on his hair and let out a scream. He punched the wall with his fist and screamed again at the pain.
The tears fell down on his face as he fell on his knees, letting out a desperate cry. He started beating his own chest as he tried to catch a breath.
He cried and cried and he couldn't stop. He kept throwing things across the room, trying everything to calm the pain in his chest.
After two hours he just sat there, looking blankly at the floor while leaning his back against the wall.
The door opened and Namjoon came inside. He just got home from mission. He walked inside the room, moving the sherds out of his way with his foot.
