Dahyun made sure Taehyung will not see her come out of the restroom so she just use the staircase to go up the building. "I can't do this, maybe an elevator from the second floor." Dahyun breathes heavily and get inside the elevator at the second floor. "Ms. Chaeyoung, Mr. Jeon is not around." The elevator was about to close when two people came in. "Oh, hey Dahyun. You're here, you're pregnant???" Jeongyeon asks her. Dahyun just smiled and nodded to her. The woman Jeongyeon's with looked at Dahyun from head to toe. "I know Jungkook told you if I come here, tell me he's not here even if he is here. I can't believe you can lie and obey him so much." The woman rolled her eyes and head out of the elevator, "I don't like seeing you either." Jeongyeon muttered but Dahyun heard, Jeongyeon ran out to chase the woman and Dahyun also got out.
Dahyun rubbed her tummy and took a deep breath. "Do you want to meet your dad?" Dahyun whispered. Dahyun continued walking until she reached Jungkook's door and saw Jeongyeon just got out but walked on the other direction. "It's okay, I just want you to meet him." Dahyun knocked on the door, but after seconds, no one answered so she knocked again. "Who the hell—" The woman showed up to Dahyun. "Excuse me, lady? What do you want with my boyfriend? Do you have any business with him?" Dahyun got shocked with what the woman said, boyfriend. "Chaeyoung, what are you doing?" Jungkook approached her but before he could, Dahyun bowed at her and left.
"Weird." Chaeyoung closed the door. "Who was that?" Jungkook asked. "Nothing, just some weird pregnant employee of yours? I don't know. A lot changed after I left Korea for 2 years, you have new employees and I heard it right that you keep firing them." Chaeyoung shook her head. "Pregnant?" Jungkook looked at her and thought about who was it and Dahyun came first into his mind. She came back? Was she going to make him believe it's his again? "Can you leave already? I have a lot of things to do."
"No, I'm not. Not until you tell me the truth about the rumors spreading about you that you impregnated someone and you're cheating on me."
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"What took you so long?" Taehyung asked Dahyun. "Sorry, I just— call of nature." Dahyun reasoned. "Oh, do you want to take a walk?" He asked. "You sure?" Dahyun asked back. "Yeah, if you don't mind. And if you're okay. Just tell me if you feel something, pain or what." Dahyun chuckled. "Nothing at all." She smiled. "Okay, let's go." It was a very quiet walk, Taehyung noticed Dahyun just rubbing her tummy while focusing on it. "Are you excited?" Taehyung broke the silence. "Yeah, nervous at the same time. I don't know anything about raising a child, and I know how hard it is just looking at other people with kids." Dahyun released a breath. They stopped and sat on a bench. "I don't imagine my future with this baby unlike when he's not still here." Dahyun said. "What do you imagine?"
"A life. A life with the person I love, a life where I would build a planned family. I promised myself that my baby would have a complete family not like me. I was given to a rich person, I was raised alone. It was great, but I still feel lonely. I don't want him to experience what I experienced, I had lots of questions to my foster mom but she never gave me answers until the day—" She paused after realizing she's close mentioning Yoongi. "That really stabbed me, she lied to me and then left me. And its very scary, she was my only parent and then I broke up with my boyfriend. Because he cheated on me, there were only two persons I trust, that's mom and him, but they also taught me not to trust anyone anymore. Even my real family, I just can't and I just don't want to."
"I don't trust anyone too. I know people would just use me, so I will distance myself from them." Dahyun looked at him. "But how about Mr. Jeon?" Taehyung looked at her. "I know he'll change, he could change. He's very different from before, he's not like this. I know he could go back to his old self, if not... Maybe better than that." Taehyung smiled. "Dahyun?" She looked behind the bench.
