Longing For Your Love.....

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Jungkook’s breath hitched as he saw Kiara ..... the same little girl who kissed his cheek just moments ago .... run toward Taehyung with that one word:

"Mumma!"

His heart stopped.

Everything around him faded. The music, the chatter, the lights .... they blurred into silence as he saw Taehyung kneel, her arms open, her face lighting up with a radiant motherly smile.

And Kiara? She leapt straight into her arms like it was the safest place in the world.

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People had turned to look.
Soft smile came on there faces... looking at the cute girl running to her mother...

But Jungkook… he stood frozen.
His mind screamed for logic ....but logic betrayed him.

Kiara... was Taehyung's daughter?

But she looked nothing like Tae.

She looked like…
Him.

His hand holding the glass trembled slightly, and Namjoon gently took it from him, sensing his state.

Namjoon: “Jungkook…”

Jungkook didn’t respond. His eyes remained on the pair ...... on Taehyung hugging Kiara tightly, whispering sweet words into her ear, brushing her hair gently, as if the world hadn’t just shattered for the man watching.

Yoongi came and stood beside Namjoon, whispering.

Yoongi: “That girl... she’s his. Isn’t she?”

Namjoon didn’t respond. But his silence was loud enough.

Taehyung walked away from the crowd toward the restroom, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor of the grand gala hall. Her expressions were calm and collected, but her heart was pounding in her chest. She had managed to keep herself composed in front of Jungkook all evening ........... her smile didn’t waver, her posture didn’t falter. But being in the same space as him after all these years stirred emotions she had locked deep inside.

As she turned the corner toward the corridor near the restroom, a firm grip caught her wrist and yanked her back.

Before she could react, she was pushed gently but firmly against the wall. Her breath hitched as she came face to face with the one man she had promised never to let close again ...... Jeon Jungkook.

He was staring at her like a storm ready to explode. His jaw clenched tight, his eyes stormy and desperate.

“You don’t get to walk away like that,” he said in a low growl.

Taehyung’s eyes didn’t flinch. “Let go, Jungkook.”

But he didn’t. His hand stayed on her wrist, not hurting her ........... but holding just enough that she couldn’t move. His other hand rose slowly and cupped the side of her neck.

“I need answers, damn it!” he hissed, voice cracking with a mix of frustration and pain. “That little girl… the one from the park, the one who called you mumma just now... she’s yours?”

Taehyung narrowed her eyes. “She’s mine.”

“And whose is she....” he started, but his voice faltered.

There was silence.

Taehyung spoke slowly, “If you want to ask if she's yours... then don’t. Because you don’t deserve to know anything after what you did.”