𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• EPSIODE:- 16

• Carols of bells
• Experience
• fairytale (violin)
• karma by ultra beat

The entire room was dropped into a Silence, so deep, it was almost deafening. The doctors words were hung heavy in the air.

Jimin and taehyung was standing frozen, their mouths were slightly open in shock as they exchanged glances, then quickly turned and looked at Jungkook, whose brows fell down, whose fierce expression melt into something unreadable, almost blank.

Those words escaped his lips in a low whisper, filled with   disbelief.

"Pregnant?" He repeated, as if the word itself felt foreign, as if it was something, he'd never thought would be real for him .

A chill crept over him, his hands were suddenly feeling cold and unsteady. His mind was raced.

Regret? No. That wasn't it–not at all.

Deep down, there was a feeling stirring within him that he couldn't ignore. Who wouldn't feel something knowing they're going to be a father soon?

But that feeling clashed with a darker reality, one that was hard to ignore. The woman carrying his child was the sister of his enemy.

The news had struck him like lightning, sudden and without warning, but he didn't let it show.

His face remained blank, guarded, hiding the storm that had erupted within him.

Father? Me?

The thought pulsed through his mind, strange and unfamiliar.  His gaze drifted down to her, who was still unconscious in his arms, her face peaceful, unaware of the shift that had just happened.

For the first time, he found himself at loss, unsure of what this meant for him...for her...for them.

“Jungkook, stop it!” Jimin’s voice was urgent as he watched him slamming his fist into the wall repeatedly, each punch echoing in the silent room. Blood splattered against the white wall, his knuckles cracked and raw, but he didn’t seem to care. He kept hitting the wall, each strike harder, as if he was trying to beat away the storm of emotions raging inside him.

“Enough!” Taehyung’s voice broke through, stepping forward, a mixture of worry and anger in his eyes. “You’re going to break your hand. Stop hurting yourself like this, Jeon!

But Jungkook barely glanced at him, his face hard, his breathing ragged. He laughed, low and bitter, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Hurt myself? You think this is pain, Mr. Kim?” he spat, his tone mocking. “This is nothing.”

Taehyung looked at Jimin, who stepped forward slowly, trying to calm Jungkook down. “Jungkook, you’re not thinking clearly. I know this is a shock, but—”

“Thinking clearly?” Jungkook’s voice was icy as he turned to face them, his gaze dark and unreadable. His hand pressed against the wall, leaving a smear of blood. “I made a mistake,” he murmured, his tone sharp and bitter. “But it’s not the child I regret… it’s her.”

Jimin’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He glanced at Taehyung before carefully saying, “You mean… Y/N?”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his expression fierce. “Yes. She’s the sister of my enemy—the one person I shouldn’t trust. And now… now she’s carrying my child.”

Jimin hesitated, unsure of how to respond, but then took a breath. “Jungkook, you know… there’s an option. You could… consider an abortion, if this isn’t what you want.”