Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Possession.

Authors pov

Hoseok’s teary eyes widened in total shock, his mind struggling to process what Jimin had just said.

“Infertile?” he whispered, the word foreign and impossible to grasp.

He wiped his face with trembling hands and took a hesitant step toward Jimin. “I... I don’t understand.”

Jimin stepped back immediately, a bitter scoff escaping his lips. “Don’t you dare come any closer.”

“Jimin, please—” Hoseok sniffled, his voice cracking.

“You don’t understand?” Jimin interrupted, his tone sharp and dripping with sarcasm. “Let me make it clearer for you. I can’t get anyone pregnant. Ever. You should’ve noticed by now. I don’t even release that much when we...” His voice faltered, breaking slightly as the weight of the situation set in.

Hoseok froze, glancing at Yoongi, who stood on the steps, silent and indifferent. His heart raced as his gaze returned to Jimin, whose eyes burned with betrayal.

“Jimin, I can explain!” Hoseok cried out desperately. “It’s not what you think.”

Jimin’s laugh was humorless and venomous. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. You cheated on me, didn’t you?”

“No! No, I swear I didn’t!” Hoseok shook his head frantically, his voice filled with panic. “Please, Jimin, believe me. Maybe... maybe it’s a miracle.”

Jimin’s face contorted in anger as he screamed, “Fuck you! A miracle? Do you think I’m stupid, Hoseok? How are you pregnant?”

Hoseok flinched, his knees nearly giving out under the weight of Jimin’s words. His lips quivered as he tried to respond, but nothing coherent came out.

“Tell me the truth!” Jimin bellowed, stepping closer, his hands trembling with suppressed rage.

“I...” Hoseok’s voice was barely a whisper, his mind scrambling for an explanation that wouldn’t shatter everything between them.

Yoongi’s deep, calm voice cut through the tension as he stepped down the stairs. “Jimin, calm down,” he said, his concern for Hoseok evident in the way his eyes softened when they met his.

Jimin turned to Yoongi with a glare that could cut steel. “Fuck off!” he spat. “This is our problem, not yours. Why are you even still here?”

Yoongi clenched his jaw but stayed silent.

Jimin turned back to Hoseok, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and anguish. “On the count of three, Hoseok. Tell me the truth, or I swear to God...”

“Jimin, I’m not lying! I swear, I—”

“One.”

Hoseok’s heart pounded in his chest. Looking for a lie.

“Two.”

“Jimin, please! It’s not what you think, I—”

“THREE!”

“I don’t know!” Hoseok screamed, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t know how it happened, okay? I’m just as confused as you are!”

Jimin’s hands clenched into fists, trembling with the urge to release his frustration. His arm twitched as if he were about to strike Hoseok, but he froze, his breath hitching. Slowly, he lowered his hand, his face contorted in pain as he backed away, his fingers threading through his hair.

“I trusted you,” Jimin whispered, his voice cracking. “I fucking trusted you.”

Hoseok sobbed softly, turning to Yoongi in desperation, only to see Yoongi already looking at him. His lips trembled as he whispered, “How... How am I pregnant with your child? We used protection. Sometimes...”