Twisted Secret || Jeon Jungkook ✔

t w e n t y - f i v e

Jungkook held up the test. "We'll find out. If you are, we're going to need to have that talk without any arguments."

Y/N nodded, her hands shaking slightly as she took the test from his hand. "Can I take it in privacy?"

"Yeah," he said, his voice softer now.

Jungkook followed her to the bathroom door but stayed outside, taking a seat on the bed. As the door closed behind her, he felt his heart race.

You could be a Father.

The idea of fathering a child filled him with both excitement and fear. Would Y/N accept his proposal? He already knew he wouldn't give her a chance to deny him—this child would be the reason they stayed together forever.

Moments later, the bathroom door opened.

"Don't worry, I washed my hands." Y/N held the white stick in her hand, her nerves clear on her face. "It's not turned yet, but I thought we could sit and watch it together." She sat down beside him on the bed. "Here's the box if you want to look at it."

Jungkook glanced through the instructions, scanning what each result meant. He noticed her hands were trembling as she held the test, and gently placed his hand over hers.

"Don't worry about anything, Y/N. I'll take care of you and the baby. I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you both."

"Please don't say stuff like that," she whispered, a hint of fear in her voice.

He brushed some hair off her shoulder, exposing her soft neck. "I'm not going to lie to you, Y/N. I love you."

Her lower lip trembled. "I know I shouldn't, but I love you too."

"Do you mean that?" Jungkook asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes. I've loved you for a long time. I tried everything to stop these feelings, but nothing worked. This is all so new and fresh, and it scares me."

He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. "We'll take it one step at a time. I love you, Y/N, and I'm not going to risk losing you." He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

Their eyes fell back to the test in her hand, and the result was clear.

It's positive. Y/N is pregnant with my kid. Fucking yes!

"Wow, I don't know what to say," Y/N said with a nervous chuckle.

Jungkook took the test from her hand and tossed it onto the floor. Cupping her cheeks, he pulled her close. "We're going to have a baby." He pressed his lips to hers in a rush of elation.

Y/N chuckled softly, touching his face. "We're going to have a baby. I don't know what to say." She kissed him back, her hands gentle on his skin.

"You've got to move in here," Jungkook said, the words tumbling out. "And you need to quit working for Taehyung." He placed a protective hand on her stomach. "I'm not having you risk your life."

Their child—his son or daughter—was now nestled inside her, growing.

"Whoa, Jungkook, slow down. I'm not quitting my job, and I'm definitely not moving in with you. Not yet," Y/N said, shaking her head.

He frowned, pulling back slightly. "You're in love with me."

"So? I want us to take some time. It's all too soon." She looked at him, her expression gentle but firm. "I'm not running away, Jungkook. We've barely spent any time together. When I was with Anaya, I spent time with her, not you."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, trying to keep calm. Anaya—her memory was still coming between them, just like every other time. He hated that it still lingered like a shadow over them.

"I'm not running away from you," Y/N continued. "I'm just asking for time."

"I understand," Jungkook said, his voice clipped. "But at some point, you'll have to stop taking time and make a decision."

She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "I do love you."

He sighed, not knowing where to go from there. "I don't know what you expect from me."

"We're dating," Y/N said, her lips brushing his softly. "And I'm excited about having your baby."

She took his hand and pressed it to her stomach.

A lump formed in Jungkook's throat. Inside her, their child was growing—his child, their future. Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes, sending a silent prayer that everything would turn out alright.