Jeon Jungkook
The heir of the korean mafia.
cold, dark and mysterious
They call him the devil.
but what made him like that?
maybe its the abuse and neglect of his mother...
maybe the extensive mafia training he had to go
through... or maybe the reas...
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The sickening feeling in my stomach woke me up from my slumber. I sprang up towards the bathroom when my stomach twisted, kneeling in front of the toilet seat and puking my guts out.
I felt Kook holding my hair back and rubbing my back as I vomited. When I am done, he silently places a cup of water in front of my lips and watched as I drank it before passing a toothbrush to me.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned voice once I had brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth
"Yeah" I nodded, my voice coming out hoarse
"We should take a leave from the office today and go see a doctor" he said picking up his phone to call his secretary before I snatched it away
"I am okay Kook. Besides you have an important meeting today. Maybe it's just the climate here" I answered. We have moved to Korea since he had taken over the Bratva. The climate here is chilly and maybe I am having a hard time adapting to it.
"I will go see a doctor myself" I added when he looked reluctant
"I will have a doctor come here. You just rest“ he said
"Are you sure?" He asked again
"Yes," I smiled brightly at him so as to not look sick probably failing when he just passed me a suspicious look.
"What is the problem?" Mrs. Park , the doctor that Kook send asked professionally
She is a sweet, middle-aged woman who works as one of the mafia doctors.
"I have been having morning sickness for a few days now" I answered her "it's probably just the climate here" I shrugged
"Have you been having cough or cold or anything else too?" She asked
"No" I replied
She rubbed the back of her neck, speaking again after a few seconds of silence
"When did you last had your period?" She questionedbme. My eyes widened when I registered what she was implying
I can't be. Can I?
"Judging by your reaction, your period is late"
"But I was on birth control" I mumbled as panic surged through my veins
"It isn't 100 percent effective. I would suggest taking a pregnancy test" she said and I nodded and said my goodbye absentmindedly. My mind was too pre-occupied with the information
Fifteen minutes later, three pregnancy test kits that I asked one of the guards to get me are sitting in frontbof me.
Not having the courage to do this alone, I called him.
But he didn't pick up. In a panic, I called him another three times before I remembered that he had a meeting.
Tears fell from my eyes as the shock wore off and the pregnancy tests in front of me taunt me.
