PREGNANT by my GAY BF {Book 2} *Being Edited*

An (Epilogue) to 10 years later

Jungkook POV
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He found me.

And then there's this - look - about him. I can't quite put my fingers on it. I can't tell if he wants to cry or ask me questions. But feeling as Y/N gets pushed out my arms, which sends me flying down to the floor. I hold onto my jaw where he hit me, looking up at him. With his hand bawled up in a fist, the other one holding a knife, he flares his nostrils a few times, his eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes narrowed towards me.

I'm about to really be a dead man

In an attempt to standing to my feet, he takes a step forward. The action alone keeps me seated on the floor. Scooting back a little not knowing what he was going to do next as he grips the knife tighter in his hand

But yet - he doesn't say a word. Nothing. His actions alone let me know how he feels about everything. We both lied to each other. But I can admit - I took it too far.

He yells out, walking the direction he came in. Out the door, he paces my patio back and forth. His hand gripping his hair under his hoodie. Him mummering cuss words under his breath. I take a glance at Y/N, just to see her scared state. Her, herself, not knowing what is going through his mind

"Hey!" he yells out. Looking at him, his angry eyes are directly on me, through the closed window. Walking back into the house, tightening his fist, loosening it just to repeat the action, to eventually power walking towards me. Moving back as fast as I can, I end up letting out a long groan, feeling a foot land into my stomach. Over and over

"Taehyung!" she yells "Stop!"

"Shut - the - fuck - up" he pauses with each word, pointing the knife at her. His eyes looking emotionless, deadly, but stayed on my figure that was still on the floor, as I held my stomach. His breaths are steady.

He climbs on top of me in a fast manner, the knife being held in both hands now as he raises it above his head. My eyes grow wide, as I put my hands up in self-defense. Her hands land on her mouth. Her tears falling down her eyes and over her hands. All she can do is look upon the scene of man that she once called her best friend. A man that she gave a baby to. In this moment of his rage, he wanted me dead. You can see it in his eyes

Then it was his turn for his tears to fall. His face scrunches up, the anger diminishes, and then within a few seconds, he was standing to his feet, stumbling back into the wall behind him, the knife falling to his side. His eyes closed, his tears fall like a waterfall, landing on his red sweater as he slides down the wall.

Holding up his shaking hand, he spreads his fingers apart. He opens his red eyes to look at me, the pain seeping through his facial expression. He shakes his head, closing his eyes again, dropping his head down in defeat.

"F - five" he mumbles out through his tears, speaking softly "Five years of pain. Five years of me thinking you were gone - forever." he then raises his head to look at Y/N, lowering his eyes on her stomach "Her name is Kim Jeon Ara" he says, sounding as if her name was foreign to her and I "And now she going to be a - fucking - big sister" looking back at me "You" he drops his hand to his side "Five years of a lie." he cries harder "You - you lied to me."

"Taehyung" I speak his name. A name I thought I would never use again in the same space as the owner of it. Hearing my voice, he drops his head, shaking it. His body becoming heated, his chest heaving up and down the harder he breathes. Keeping my eyes on his still, slumped over figure that stayed rested on the wall, I slowly stand to me feet, stumbling to catch my balance.