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The next morning, Jimin woke up to the faint sound of voices outside his room. His body was sore from the tension of the previous night, and the weight of his reality pressed on him as soon as his eyes opened. He carefully touched his stomach, reminding himself that he had to stay strong for the life growing inside him, despite everything.

As he got dressed in his servant’s uniform, he heard a knock on the door. The butler’s voice came through, formal and distant, “Mr. Min has requested that all staff report to the main hall for the morning briefing.”

Jimin felt his heart drop. He dreaded seeing Yoongi after the night he had endured. After the brief, painful encounter in his room when Yoongi had come in drunk. Jimin hadn’t forgotten. His body still trembled at the memory of Yoongi’s rough hands on him, though Yoongi himself seemed to have no recollection.

With a deep breath, Jimin gathered himself and opened the door, walking out into the hallway. As he made his way to the main hall, he kept his head low, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the mansion, but all Jimin could feel was darkness settling deeper inside him.

When he entered the hall, Yoongi was already there, standing near the window with his back to the staff, his posture rigid. He looked out at the garden as if lost in thought, the tension in the air palpable. Jimin stood at the back of the line, his heart pounding, praying Yoongi wouldn’t notice him.

But he did.

As Yoongi turned around to address the staff, his eyes immediately found Jimin. For a fleeting second, there was something in Yoongi’s expression—surprise, recognition, maybe even a hint of something softer. But it was gone as quickly as it came. Yoongi’s face hardened, and his voice was cold when he spoke.

“We have new expectations around here,” Yoongi announced. “Everything will be done with precision and discipline. There’s no room for mistakes. Understood?”

The staff murmured their agreement, but Jimin remained silent, eyes glued to the floor. He could feel Yoongi’s gaze lingering on him, a weight that made his knees feel weak.

“Jimin,” Yoongi’s voice called out, sharp and commanding.

Jimin’s breath hitched. He stepped forward, trying to keep his composure, though his hands were trembling. “Yes, sir?”

Yoongi’s expression was unreadable as he stared at Jimin. “You will be assigned to manage the cleaning of my personal quarters from now on,” Yoongi said, his voice clipped and distant. “Report there immediately after breakfast.”

Jimin swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Yoongi turned on his heel and left the hall without another word, leaving Jimin standing there, his heart heavy with dread. The idea of being in Yoongi’s private space every day filled him with a mix of fear and longing. How was he supposed to face Yoongi after everything? How was he supposed to hide the truth about the baby, the pain, the brokenness inside him?

Later that morning, Jimin entered Yoongi’s room for the first time. It was immaculate, everything in its place, just like Yoongi. The familiar scent of him filled the air, and Jimin’s heart ached. He slowly began his work, dusting and straightening things, his movements robotic. Memories of their time together flashed through his mind—the way Yoongi used to smile at him, the way they used to talk for hours, the quiet moments of peace they had shared.

But now, all of that was gone.

As Jimin worked, his mind kept drifting back to the baby. He couldn’t stay here forever. Sooner or later, someone would find out, and if Jack discovered where he was, it would all be over. He had no idea what to do, no idea how to escape the nightmare his life had become.