Chapter Twenty-Five

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Yoongi inhaled clenching his fist welcoming the cold wind hitting his pale skin as he shivered with the thoughts of Jungkook never loving him.

When did his feelings become this deep? He used to only have a crush on Jungkook, not love or anything.

He clutched onto the railings, he doesn't even know who owns the room but he's just so desperate to be alone- away from the loud music and the people giving him judgmental looks.

He used to be smarter than this. No, he is better than this. Never in his dreams, had he thought that something as bad as getting pregnant at such a young age came across his mind.

He smirked. Maybe, it's different. He completely loses himself when he's with Jungkook, it's as if he is a different Yoongi.

He shut his eyes closed and slightly caressed his stomach feeling his heart tighten because of the life inside of him- a life that he will love more than he loves himself.

"Yoongi..." Mark said.

He immediately lowered his head and secretly wiped his tears away from his face. He looked up and smiled as he saw his friend, Mark.

The now red-haired stood beside him with a smile etched on his face oblivious to the fact that Yoongi just cried, Yoongi, his favorite person.

"What are you doing here alone?" He asked.

Yoongi bit his lower lips and shook his head. He looked at Mark and flashed his adorable gummy smile that made the latter smile too only to stop when he realized the younger's swollen eyes and reddened cheeks that it looked like came from all the crying.

"Have you been crying?" Mark asked with wide eyes.

The younger chuckled immediately looking away while shaking his head.

However, Mark is not having any of it. He saw it and he's not going to play dumb about this thing.

He knows that he doesn't have a right to ask Yoongi about it but still- he wants to know. Why? Why is this beautiful person crying?

"I am fine, Mark," Yoongi exhaled, "I'm okay." He said.

There, the way his voice cracks while claiming that he is fine tells Mark that he is far from the word that he claims to be, he is not okay.

Mark let out a tight-lipped smile before putting both of his hands on top of the younger's shoulder massaging it a little.

The older stared lovingly at the smaller boy in front of him- in awe at how much beauty Yoongi possessed. How he is so effortlessly mesmerizing without exerting any effort in everything that he does.

"What's bothering you, hm?" Mark caressed his face ever so lightly, "C'mon, sunshine. Tell me," The older said in almost a whisper.

Funny, Taehyung thought that his friend Mark would stop or at least distance himself upon knowing that the boy that he's head over heels for is pregnant with their other friend.

They thought wrong, Mark doesn't know why either. It's just that yes, maybe he is not talking to Yoongi as much as he did before but that's only because he wants to make sure that Seokjin is fine but saying that his feelings for Yoongi subsided because of his pregnancy is not right.

If anything, he likes Yoongi even more.

He can stay with the younger but only if Yoongi likes it that way too. Mark loves like that, he is one of those people who will put what his loved ones want before his own.

In his case, what Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.

Mark squinted his eyes when the younger suddenly looked up with his teary eyes and Mark swore that he could faint any moment because of how cute Yoongi looks even in such a state. How is that even possible?

Mark took in a deep breath before slowly pulling Yoongi closer to him and leaning in to press a soft kiss on top of the younger's head then massaging his back in a circular motion.

"You are strong, Yoongs. You can do it," Mark said in a soothing voice.

Yoongi bit his lower lips trying to prevent the tears from just slipping out of his eyes and breaking down in front of Mark.

"Yoongi?" Jungkook said.

The both of them jumped away from each other when they heard footsteps. Soon after, it revealed a confused Jungkook glancing at the both of them.

"What are you two doing?" He asked, annoyed.

He immediately walked towards Yoongi holding the younger by the arms before giving Mark a warning look.

He knows that Mark likes Yoongi very much, he knows it. Who wouldn't, though? Mark keeps on talking about what Yoongi did, what he wants to do, and how he looks in a day.

Thinking about it now, Jungkook doesn't like the idea of Yoongi being with Mark knowing that his friend has deep feelings for the man carrying his child.

"It's too late, Yoongi. We're going home," Jungkook said with his jaw clenched.

The younger just looked down not even saying anything to the father of his child. How can he even utter a word? He is the reason why he suddenly wants to be alone.

Mark purposely rolled his eyes making sure that his friend would see it before ruffling the smaller's hair, "Text me, Yoongs. If ever you need anything," He said.

Jungkook clenched his fist before taking a step forward towards the red hair with his eyes burning similar to a fire.

"Yoongi isn't texting anyone," He said with emphasis on each word.

The younger was surprised because of how Jungkook is acting towards Mark who didn't do anything wrong so he pulled away from Jungkook to look at the other boy.

"Thanks, Mark. I'll text you, don't worry," He said with a weak smile.

Jungkook let out a soft groan before pulling Yoongi out of the room. They walked downstairs making even the people dancing stop what they were doing just to look at the both of them, especially in Jungkook's hands that are firmly holding the arms of Yoongi.

The younger tried to pull away from Jungkook's touch but he couldn't because of the strong arms firmly gripping his arms it made his skin turn into a deep shade of red which Jungkook didn't even see.

The older opened the car door and shoved Yoongi inside which made the younger stomp his feet out of frustration.

He is the one who is having an emotional protest! Why is Jungkook suddenly like this?

Yoongi's eyes and mouth went agape when Jungkook looked at him with his jaw clenched.

"Stay away from, Mark..." he said.

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