Between Blood and Desire ~ YoonMinSeok

Truth Revealed.

Authors pov

One Month later...

A month had passed since Hoseok walked out of their lives.

Jimin sat alone in the living room, his eyes fixed on the television, though he hadn’t registered a single thing on the screen. The air in the house felt heavy—stifling, almost. Everything was too quiet, too still, like a snapshot of a life that had frozen in time. Hoseok’s absence was a wound that refused to heal.

The divorce papers. The engagement ring. The empty closet where Hoseok’s clothes had once been neatly hung. Those images haunted Jimin like specters, refusing to let him move on.

He had returned home that day expecting anger, tears, or even accusations. Anything but this. Anything but the cold, clinical finality of those papers stacked neatly on their bed, Hoseok’s engagement ring perched on top like a cruel exclamation point. He hadn't expected Hoseok to actually sign the papers.

Jimin’s knees had buckled when he saw it.

He’d dropped to the floor, clutching the papers to his chest as tears fell in endless streams down his face. He had never wanted this. He thought Hoseok would fight, scream, or beg him to reconsider—anything but leave.

“Did our love mean nothing to you, Hobi?” he had whispered, his voice breaking as his tears soaked the divorce papers.

The silence in the house since that day had been unbearable.

Yoongi had been equally devastated. Jimin had to tell him what happened, though he barely had the strength to face him.

When Yoongi learned that Hoseok had gone, taking the baby with him, his cries were even louder than Jimin’s.

“He can’t just leave!” Yoongi had screamed, his voice raw and broken. “Not without telling me! Not without my baby!”

Jimin had been at a loss. He didn’t know how to comfort his brother—or if he even wanted to. A rift had grown between them, and it was too wide to mend.

Yoongi had moved out soon after. They couldn’t stay under the same roof, not after everything that had happened. The betrayal, the guilt, the pain—it was all too much to bear.

Now, Jimin was utterly alone in the house that once felt so warm and full of life. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a shaky sigh. He missed Hoseok so much it physically hurt. He knew Yoongi felt the same, no matter how much he tried to deny it.

The sudden ring of his phone snapped him out of his thoughts. Frowning, he picked it up from the couch beside him, squinting at the screen.

Unknown number.

He hesitated before answering. “Hello?”

A deep, unfamiliar voice responded. “Hello, is this Park Jimin?”

“Yes. Who’s calling?”

“My name is Kim Taehyung,” the man said. His voice was smooth, with a calm confidence that immediately commanded attention. “I’m the doctor who examined Hoseok a few months ago.”

Jimin straightened up, his confusion evident. “How did you get my number?”

Taehyung chuckled lightly. “I have my ways.”

Jimin frowned, unsure of where this was going. “Why are you calling me?”

The doctor’s tone shifted, growing more serious. “I’ve been thinking about that day in my office—the way you stormed out after hearing the news about Hoseok’s pregnancy. It’s been bothering me. Were you... not happy about the baby?”

Jimin let out a bitter laugh. “Happy?” he repeated, the word tasting like ash in his mouth. “Why would I be happy?”

There was a pause before Taehyung asked, “Why not?”

Jimin exhaled sharply, the bitterness in his voice cutting through the air like a knife. “Because the child isn’t mine. Hoseok cheated on me—with my own brother. And I found out.”

The line was silent for a moment, the weight of Jimin’s words hanging between them.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Taehyung finally said, his voice thoughtful. “But... Hoseok didn’t seem like the type of person who could cheat.”

“Well, he did,” Jimin snapped, though his voice wavered with emotion. “I saw it with my own eyes.”

Taehyung’s tone grew curious. “When did your brother come into the picture?”

Jimin sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he tried to recall. “Yoongi showed up about two or three months ago. He just left recently, after Hoseok and I divorced.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and then Taehyung spoke, his voice sharp and deliberate. “That doesn’t make sense.”

Jimin frowned, his heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?”

Taehyung sighed, as if choosing his words carefully. “Hoseok was four months pregnant when he came in for the checkup.”

The words hit Jimin like a punch to the gut. His breath caught in his throat. “Four months?”

“Yes,” Taehyung confirmed.

Jimin shot to his feet, his mind racing. “What are you trying to say?”

Taehyung’s voice was calm but firm, his words clear. “If Hoseok was four months pregnant, it’s not possible for him to be carrying your brother’s child. That would mean he was already pregnant before your brother even arrived.”

Jimin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“That’s right,” Taehyung said. “It means Hoseok was pregnant before all of this happened.”

Jimin staggered back, his legs hitting the edge of the couch. His mind was spinning, his heart pounding in his chest. “Are you saying... I’m the father?”

Taehyung’s voice softened, though it remained firm. “If Hoseok didn’t cheat before your brother arrived, then yes, you’re the father.”

Jimin shook his head, his voice trembling. “No. That’s not possible. I’m infertile.”

There was a pause before Taehyung asked, his tone curious. “How do you know that?”

Jimin exhaled shakily, his voice filled with bitterness. “I went on a three-day business trip long ago. During that time, I went to a hospital my coworker recommended and got tested. The doctor told me I was infertile.”

Taehyung’s tone shifted, growing thoughtful. “Do you still release sperm during climax?”

Jimin blinked, caught off guard by the question. “What? Yes, but... it’s very little.”

There was a moment of silence before Taehyung spoke again, his tone certain. “Then you’re not infertile, Jimin. You just produce less sperm, but you can still impregnate someone. It might take time, but it’s definitely possible. When a man is infertile he can't even produce a single drop of sperm, but in your case, you can, it's just little.”

Jimin’s jaw dropped, his mind reeling. “What are you saying?”

Taehyung’s voice grew firm, his words landing like a thunderclap. “I’m saying you’re the father, Jimin.”

The phone slipped from Jimin’s trembling hand, clattering to the floor. His knees gave out, and he sank onto the couch, his hand flying to his mouth as the realization hit him like a freight train.

“Oh my God,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The End ~

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