Jungkook's infatuation with his literature professor quickly graduates from a sweet and innocent school boy crush to a hot and steamy Skool Luv Affair to a full blown forbidden romance that constantly tests their love for one another.
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ARIA
I took a steadying breath, pressing the phone to my ear as it rang. I couldn't believe I was doing this, calling my dad out of nowhere, asking for something after years of silence. My fingers tightened around the phone as a voice—familiar, but cautious, almost tentative—came through.
"...Hello?"
I stared at my phone, feeling a swirl of emotions I hadn't felt in years. It had been so long since we'd spoken, I wasn't even sure he'd pick up and now that he had, I didn't know what to say. But I needed him to know I was here. I needed him to hear from me, not from her, everything that was going on.
"Uh...Dad, it's me... Aria." My heart pounded as the words tumbled out.
There was a pause—a silence thick with years of distance and misunderstandings. Finally, his voice softened, though I could still hear the surprise in his tone. "Aria... it's been a long time."
"It has," I murmured, the weight of everything I needed to say pressing heavy against my chest. "I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I'm... I'm in Hawaii, and I really need to see you. But... Mom can't know—at least not yet."
Another beat of silence, and I was grateful to have Jungkook and Lana right here by my side, otherwise I may have hung up the phone. When he finally spoke, his voice held a note of vulnerability I hadn't heard in years. "Of course. Is everything okay?"
"Yes... yes for now, but can we meet somewhere and talk... maybe tomorrow?"
The next day, I waited outside my dad's office, nerves churning in my stomach. It wasn't just the anxiety of the moment—it was everything. This tiny... bundle of joy hadn't been showing me any mercy—so much like their father already, making sure I felt every bit of their presence. I'd been sick on the plane, sneaking off a few times to the bathroom, unable to shake the nausea no matter how tightly the love of my life held my hand or how sweetly he sang the songs he'd written for me over the course of our relationship.
Since we'd arrived, it felt like I'd been sleeping non-stop, the exhaustion wrapping around me like a heavy blanket I couldn't escape. Between the stress of this trip, the jet lag, and the relentless bouts of morning sickness, I was barely holding it together.
I rested a hand lightly on my stomach, the movement small and unnoticeable to anyone else, as I tried to will away the faint nausea still lingering from earlier. "Take it easy on mommy, little one," I whispered under my breath. I'd already lost my breakfast, thankfully without Jungkook seeing me. He'd gone to the hotel fitness center for a quick workout, leaving me just enough time to slip into the bathroom and deal with the aftermath. After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face, I stared at my reflection, took a shaky breath, and told myself I could get through this.
Now, as I stood at the reception desk, 30 stories high in my dad's sleek, glass-walled office building, the muted sounds around me seemed to only amplify my nerves. My stomach twisted, and I reached for the water bottle I'd tucked into my bag, taking a careful sip. Hopefully, I could keep this down at least until I got back to the hotel.
