Hostage Wreck. bts ||Book 3 ✓

Epilogue.

4 years later.

I enter our new room looking around, still seeing how empty the place looks even though we've put all our things inside.

"Bae," I call out his name. "This... this room is so big,"

Jungkook appears by the door way with widen eyes and a proud grin. "Pretty cool right? There's lots of space to put new things too,"

"Do you really think we can fill this up?" I ask as he walks in the room and puts his hand around my neck.

"It's our house now so obviously, we'll fill it up with years, yes?"

"Okay," I smile. "What about all those other 4 rooms? We only have 1 child," my heart deflates a little and fills empty like a grave after I've said that.

"I get you," He nods his head trying to smile but I see a tiny bit of sadness in his eyes. "One can be for my office and the others...can be for our children.."

"C-children," I whisper. "I thought we're fine... with one,"

He grins. "With you, I don't mind trying over and over again. I just need you not to give up on our nation or generation to come,"

I chuckle leaning back as he's balancing me not to fall with his arms around my waist. "Love making is honestly.. really really really good." I roll my eyes with a smirk. "But having kids, that's another level and another thing. I don't know if I can..do it again," I whisper the last part.

"I'm willing to go to that level again. Please let's just try again. Let's just try," he kisses me when I come back in his arms. "Everything will be okay this time,"

I nod my head swallowing my tears. By now we would've had 3 kids including Aufilea, but things didn't go quite right the first two times. When things don't work out, it can either lead to separation between Jungkook and I or even distance. But so far neither of those things happened. If anything, we became stronger.

I had a miscarriage the first time we tried. To be honest, that unborn baby emptied me out completely. I hadn't felt anything like it. Not feeling a kick, not feeling anything in me but just a big load inside of me. When the doctor told me that the baby had died inside of me, I too felt like I had died. I wasn't myself for a really long time. I felt damaged and discouraged. I felt that my body was really used up. But Jungkook held my hand and helped me recover.

We tried again and this time we hoped that nothing would go wrong. We got a little baby boy. There's no feelings to describe the little baby growing up in me and how it felt to push him out with Jungkook beside me holding my hand. Our young baby boy. My little baby boy Jie. Jungkook and I were both so happy. We made sure to protect him against and we gave him everything he needed. In return we saw his smile, his little gummy teeth and vibrant laugh that lit the whole house up.

But then two months before his fourth birthday, Jungkook and I were both so tired from heavy shifts. We decide to sleep with him right in the middle in the afternoon. But he wanted to play games. We let him go and play downstairs with the nanny and we carried on sleeping. If we had known what would happen we would have never have slept so peacefully or even let him go.

Somehow, he wasn't being watched carefully. He played outside without the nanny and the worst case scenario happened. He fell into the swimming pool drowning instantly.

We found his body on the surface and rushed to the hospital crying our souls out. I tried to jump out the window of the hospital or run away when the doctor broke to us the news that there was nothing they could do. But Jungkook held tightly onto me making me trapped in his arms.