Seven days. Seven nights. 120 hours. And no sign of life from you.
Jungkook had tried to convince himself that it was nothing, that he was worried for no reason, that you were just busy and he was simply too clingy. Deep down, however, he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that there was more to your strange silence.
During practice, Jungkook was absentminded, kept making mistakes and missing steps. He even carried his phone on him, checking his messages every minute and knowingly going against regulations in doing so.
“Jungkook, come on. Get your head in the game. Put that phone away, or I’ll do it for you,” Namjoon had scolded him. To no avail.
Your sudden absence from his life was driving Jungkook mad. His thoughts revolved only around you now that the roles were reversed, and it was you who left dozens of texts unread and unanswered. Now that it was you who didn’t pick up his calls. Now that it was you who was unattainable, instead of him.
Until, one night around two in the morning, Jungkook’s game of Overwatch is disturbed by a timid knock on his door. At first, he thinks maybe he heard wrong. None of his Hyungs are usually awake this time of night, expect for Yoongi, perhaps, who is most likely holed up in his studio, though. When the sound, however, repeats itself, he eventually gets up from his chair to answer it, Jungkook’s jaw dropping and his round eyes growing wide when he is greeted by the sight of your familiar features.
“ciara – What – What are you doing here? Why didn’t you –? Why didn’t you call?"
Instead of answering his questions, you merely look at him, your gaze stern, brows furrowed.
"Jungkook, we need to talk."
With those words, you let yourself in and determinedly make your way to his bed where you take a seat like you did so many times before.
"All right …”
Head tilted, not quite liking the tension that has made its home in his room with your appearance, Jungkook quietly closes the door before he joins you, pulling up his chair, so it faces you as he sits down.
“I’m sorry I have been so absent lately,” you start talking after a few torturous, seemingly endless seconds of heavy silence have passed.
Your voice is trembling as is your whole body. Jungkook can tell that you got as little sleep as he did and cried, a lot, probably even on your way here, judging by the rings under your watery red eyes. Your shaking hands keep fiddling with the rims of your flowing sleeves. You’re a nervous wreck, and all Jungkook wants to do is pull you close and make your pain and sorrows go away. Your body language, however, is suggesting that this would be the wrong move. So he stays put instead, even though it takes all of his strength and willpower not to wrap you in his arms.
Although he has a million questions for you burning on the tip of his tongue, Jungkook tries his best to hold back, giving you time to gather your thoughts and continue.
Eyes pinned to the floor between you, a single tear making its way down your cheek, you clear your throat before you speak the words that change his life forever.
“Jungkook,” you take a deep breath. “I’m pregnant. With our baby."
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