Two days dawned heavy and gray, mirroring the turmoil in Jungkook’s heart. He sat in silence, staring blankly at the plate of untouched food in front of him. No words escaped his lips, no movement betrayed his stillness, even when Byeol climbed onto his lap and tried to coax him with her bright giggles and tiny hands.
“Mumma, please eat! Beoo doesn’t like when you don’t eat,” she pleaded, her innocent eyes searching his face. But Jungkook remained unyielding, his emotions a storm beneath the surface, his resolve hardening with each passing second.
When even Byeol’s earnest attempts failed, Taehyung finally stepped into the room, his presence commanding as always. He crossed his arms, his sharp gaze fixed on Jungkook. “Aren’t you going to eat now?” he asked, his voice steady but carrying an edge of irritation.
Jungkook didn’t look up, his fingers curling into fists on the table. “I don’t want to,” he replied, his tone defiant yet weighed down by exhaustion.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed. “And why is that?” he demanded, his voice rising slightly.
Jungkook finally lifted his gaze, meeting Taehyung’s glare with his own fiery determination. “Because I’m not going to abort my child!” he burst out, his voice trembling with emotion. “That’s not going to happen, do you hear me? You don’t want to care? Fine. But I’ll take care of him on my own!”
"I don't care? Jungkook i am the only one who is caring about this unborn. You are behaving immature as always." Taehyung bitterly spat. The room was thick with tension as Taehyung took a step closer, his towering frame imposing. “ you want to care of the child? Like this?” he asked coldly, gesturing toward Jungkook’s frail form. “Starving yourself? Wasting away? How exactly do you plan to care for a baby when you can’t even care for yourself?”
Jungkook’s lips quivered as his teary eyes locked onto Taehyung. “Why don’t you want this child?” he asked softly, his voice breaking. “He’s yours… ours…”
Taehyung rolled his eyes, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “You think it’s that simple, Jungkook? You broke my trust when you ran away with Byeol. You shattered my dream of becoming a parent when you disappeared. Do you really think I can trust you now?”
Jungkook felt his heart shatter further at Taehyung’s words, the weight of his past mistakes suffocating him. “Hubby,” he whispered, his voice filled with regret. “I was scared… I was an idiot. But please, for our baby, give me a chance…”
Taehyung’s expression remained impassive, his eyes cold as he looked down at Jungkook. He said nothing, standing rooted to the ground beside the bed. Jungkook’s chest heaved with suppressed sobs as he reached out, his desperation evident in his trembling hands.
“Hubby, please,” he whispered again, his voice cracking. He stood on the bed, his small frame trembling as he wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
Taehyung stiffened, his hands remaining by his sides as Jungkook pressed his face against his neck. “A happy family,” Jungkook murmured, his voice muffled. “That’s all I want. I’ll always listen to you, I promise. I won’t argue, I’ll be patient, I’ll trust you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. Please… forgive your princess.”
Jungkook pulled back slightly, his hands still clutching Taehyung’s neck. His eyes, glistening with tears, searched Taehyung’s face for any sign of softness, any crack in the icy exterior. “You used to say you could never stay angry at me,” Jungkook continued, his voice trembling. “You used to say you could never hurt me. But I’m hurt, hubby. So hurt.”
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pressed a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s lips, a tentative, pleading gesture. Then he kissed his eyes, his cheeks, his forehead, his temple, his nose, his chin, and the corners of his lips, each touch filled with a desperate longing. Finally, he pressed another peck to Taehyung’s lips, lingering for a moment as if willing his love to seep through.
