🥀 Love is pain 🥀 ' Junoon ❣️ ' ( ✓ )

58.

Jimin had been working tirelessly around the mansion, even though his body screamed for rest. His hands trembled as he cleaned, and his back ached from the strain. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t let anyone see how much pain he was truly in.

Until today.

A sharp pain shot through his abdomen as he bent down to pick up a cloth, and he gasped, clutching his stomach. It was unbearable this time. He stumbled out of the room, his vision blurred with tears. The pain wasn’t just physical; it was emotional, too—an accumulation of five years of suffering, heartbreak, and loneliness.

Desperate and with nowhere else to turn, Jimin found himself standing outside Yoongi’s office. His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind screamed at him to turn away, to not show any weakness in front of Yoongi. But his body couldn’t take it anymore.

Trembling, he knocked softly on the door.

“Come in,” Yoongi’s cold voice called from the other side.

Jimin hesitated for a moment, but then, clutching his stomach, he slowly opened the door. Yoongi looked up from his desk, his expression hardening the moment he saw Jimin.

“What do you want?” Yoongi asked, his tone sharp, but his eyes flickered with something else—maybe concern?

Jimin opened his mouth to speak, but his voice cracked. Tears welled in his eyes, and before he could stop himself, they began to spill down his cheeks. “It hurts,” Jimin whispered, clutching his stomach tighter. “Everything hurts… my body, my heart, my soul… I can’t take it anymore…”

Yoongi froze. He had never seen Jimin like this before—so vulnerable, so broken. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. He watched as Jimin collapsed to his knees, sobbing in pain and frustration.

“It’s my stomach,” Jimin choked out through his tears. “It’s killing me. I don’t know what to do…”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed as he quickly moved towards Jimin, kneeling down beside him. His hands hovered, unsure, before finally resting on Jimin’s shoulders. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked, his voice softer than before, though there was still a cold edge to it.

Jimin didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His body was trembling too much, and all he could focus on was the pain radiating from his abdomen.

Yoongi gently pushed Jimin’s hand away from his stomach, his eyes widening as he noticed the small but noticeable curve of Jimin’s belly. “Jimin… are you—” He stopped, his heart racing. “Are you pregnant?”

Jimin flinched at the question, his sobs growing louder. He couldn’t hide it anymore. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m pregnant. I’ve been hiding it… because I knew… I knew you wouldn’t care…”

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. He stared at Jimin’s stomach, piecing together everything he had just learned. Jimin, pregnant… with Jack’s child. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Yoongi demanded, his voice strained with emotions he couldn’t quite place. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going through this?”

Jimin wiped his tears, his body trembling. “Because I didn’t want to burden you… You already hate me.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “I don’t hate you,” he whispered, though he wasn’t sure if that was entirely true. He didn’t know what he felt anymore, but the sight of Jimin, broken and vulnerable in front of him, stirred something deep inside him.

He helped Jimin to his feet, guiding him to sit on the couch in his office. “You need to rest,” Yoongi said, his voice unusually gentle. “You’re pushing yourself too hard.”