His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

The Weight of Consequences.

Authors pov

Hoseok's eyes flew open, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at his parents, whose faces were now etched with fury. He could barely believe what he had just heard, the doctor's words still ringing in his ears.

"Hoseok," his father's voice was low but dangerous, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists.

Hoseok stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. His legs felt weak, trembling under the weight of reality. Turning to the doctor, his voice cracked as he asked, “Is it true? Am I really... pregnant?”

The room felt suffocating, the tension thick and unrelenting. The doctor hesitated for a moment, glancing between Hoseok and his enraged parents before he finally nodded. “Yes,” he said calmly, though his tone carried a hint of discomfort. “The tests confirm it. You’re about three weeks along.”

Hoseok’s heart sank. The room blurred as he tried to process the words. He gripped the edge of the chair to steady himself, his body shaking violently. This couldn’t be happening. But Yoongi’s words came rushing back to him—“It might happen.”

His mother’s sharp inhale brought him back to reality. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes filled with a mix of disbelief and fury. His father’s jaw was clenched so tightly Hoseok thought it might break.

“I...” Hoseok tried to speak, but his voice faltered. His throat was dry, and no words came out.

His father stood up slowly, towering over the room like a storm ready to break. He turned to the doctor, bowing stiffly. “Thank you for your time,” he said curtly, his voice tight with barely contained anger. He then gestured sharply toward the door. “Hoseok, out.”

Hoseok didn’t hesitate. His legs felt like jelly as he walked toward the door, his head spinning. He could feel the weight of his parents’ presence behind him, their silence louder than any words. His sickness had been long forgotten.

The hallway stretched out endlessly before him, his sweaty hands trembling as they brushed against his sides. He barely registered the other people in the hospital, his vision narrowing as panic began to take hold.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed his wrist with an iron grip, yanking him to a stop. Hoseok gasped, tears springing to his eyes as he turned to see his father’s furious face.

“Dad, please,” Hoseok stammered, his voice breaking.

But his father didn’t say a word. Instead, he dragged Hoseok down the hallway with impossible strength, his mother following closely behind with an expression that could freeze fire. Hoseok began to cry, his legs stumbling as he tried to keep up. He knew he was in trouble.

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Hoseok sobbed, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry. Please, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up,” his father growled, his voice low but sharp, cutting through Hoseok’s apologies like a knife.

They burst through the hospital doors and into the parking lot, the cool afternoon air doing nothing to calm the storm brewing in his father’s eyes. Without hesitation, Mr. Jung shoved Hoseok into the backseat of their car, slamming the door shut with a force that made Hoseok flinch.

Mrs. Jung climbed into the passenger seat, her silence even more terrifying than her husband’s anger. Hoseok curled into himself in the backseat, his tears falling freely now as he choked out repeated apologies.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again and again, his voice cracking under the weight of his panic. “I’m so sorry. Please, I’m sorry.”

The car roared to life, and Mr. Jung gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His face was a mask of fury, his brows furrowed deeply.

“Shut the fuck up!” he roared suddenly, slamming his hand against the steering wheel. The sound echoed in the confined space, making Hoseok flinch violently.

Hoseok squeezed his eyes shut, his hands clutching his knees as he muttered a silent prayer. He was certain this was it. His parents were going to kill him.