Subject KSJ Part IV

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"This is so fucked up," Jungkook agreed and sighed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning against the chair.

They all immediately felt the headache from the complexity of the situation. The photos meant that Seokjin was no longer hidden from the public. Moreover, his value not only increased due to his ties to BTS, but also thanks to his ability to bear children — that in itself made him worthy of more than a pretty penny. The photos also showed his big belly, which meant that every singly soul was aware that he and BTS were entering the most vulnerable time — the days close to the labor were the times during which the protection had to be the tightest.

"Honestly, at this point, I don't care about who spilled the beans because it's all out now and I think we should concentrate on protecting Seokjin-ah," Hoseok firmly asserted and fished out his phone. "I'm ordering all top guards. We are tripling the security and I'm not allowing anyone in or out until Jinnie delivers."

Hoseok taking the command was rare, because he did so only when he was so petrified that only cold reason reigned his mind, suppressing any emotions. Such a Hoseok was incredibly meticulous, strategic, and calculating. Though Hoseok in this state delivered the best results — all missions ended successfully, near death calls were miraculously avoided, and dead ends often turned out to not be so dead anymore — but it often came with a cost.

After all of this, Hoseok often needed a solid vacation to be back to himself. However, he was willing to pay such a price if it meant that Seokjin was going to remain safe. Everyone appreciated it, which only encouraged other members to do their best as well.

"I completely agree with Hobi," Namjoon concurred and patted Hoseok on his shoulder. "Let's protect our babies."

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Seokjin was clearly suspecting something. The sudden spike in the number of people who assisted and guarded him were clear indications that something was up. However, nobody dared to say anything about the situation and easily dismissed his questions. But then, he heard gun shots and screams. There was no more hiding.

A phone rung by his bed side. He picked it up with a shaky hand. The screen said that it was Jimin who was calling.

"Hello?" He asked, terrified to hear what Jimin was about to reveal.

"Jinnie baby, go to the bunker, please," Jimin tried to say as calmly as he could while firing from his gun. The loud noise created by the weapon made Seokjin tilt his head away from the phone and wince. "We have some issues here and we will be with you in just a minute," the last word seemed strained as if Jimin was hurt.

"I-I will go. Uhm, but are you okay?" Seokjin asked as he began to awkwardly roll towards the edge, shakily maneuvering around like a penguin because the belly made it extraordinarily hard to move.

"Yeah, just slipped on my foot, you know," Jimin chuckled nervously. The truth was worse — he had been slashed at his side so he was limping. "Sweetheart, I need to go, so I will see you at the bunker, all right?"

"Yeah, okay, good luck with whatever you are doing. I love you and promise me something," Seokjin urgently demanded.

"What is it petal?"

"You will come back for me, right?" Seokjin said, barely above the whisper. Worry and desperation were clear in his request.

"Of course. Others and I will always be there for you," Jimin dutifully promised and Seokjin could hear the smile in Jimin's voice.

"All right, see you!"

Jimin ended the call right before a bomb detonated.

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