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...ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ...

...ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ...

...𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍...

...Jeon Jungkook...

...25...

...CEO of a company...

...Jimin's husband...

...Jeon Jimin...

...27...

...Dance teacher...

...Jungkook's husband...

...Kim Taehyung...

...26...

...Work's in business...

...Jimin's best friend...

...  ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ...

He took deep breath put his palm on doorknob and pushed open the bedroom door and froze at the sight before him.

His entire world crash down in an instant. All his dreams and promises were broken in a second. A single tear flowed from his left eye as he saw Jungkook in bed with a girl, their bodies entwined in a way that left no room for misinterpretation, just like they used to be.

(JIKOOK/VMIN)

...PART - 1...

...ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ...

It was a beautiful evening in Seoul, the city bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun.

Park Jimin unlocked the door to the apartment he shared with his husband, Jeon Jungkook, a soft huff escaping his lips.

He placed a gentle hand on his swollen belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of his eight-month-pregnant twins.

"Are you tired, my babies?" he murmured softly, a tender smile gracing his lips. The babies kicked in answer.

"Hmm, naughty kids. Here I am carrying you, and you're tired," Jimin chuckled.

It had become a habit for him to talk with his babies. He couldn't wait any longer to meet them and live a long life with his Kookie and their children.

As he finished talking with his babies, he noticed the apartment was unusually silent.

Jimin furrowed his brows, glancing around. But muffled sounds were coming from the room he shared with his husband.

He put the snack bag on the kitchen counter. Being pregnant, he couldn't fight his mood swings, so he had brought lots of snacks along with banana milk, obviously his husband's favorite.

It had been a whole day since Jimin had talked to his husband. Jungkook had been very busy lately with his responsibilities as CEO, and Jimin missed him terribly.

He couldn't wait to cuddle with his husband and have their nightly conversations with their small family.

Smiling widely at the thought, he took a step towards their bedroom.

But a phone call stopped him in his tracks. He looked at the screen, which displayed "EOMMA," and his smile widened as he answered.

"Hello, Eomma," he said softly, a smile in his voice.

"Hello, my Jiminie! How are you and my little potatoes? And how's my big potato?"

Jimin laughed. "I'm doing well, and your big potato is also doing well."

"That's good to hear. Are you and Kookie at home right now?" his mother-in-law asked.

"Yes, Eomma. I just got home from the hospital, and I think Kookie is also home."

"Didn't Kookie go with you to the hospital for your checkup? Why did you go alone? You should have called me, Jiminie."

"No, Eomma, I'm alright to go alone. Kookie was busy today, but I think he's preparing something for me in our room," Jimin said, glancing at the bedroom door and smiling.

"Oh, very romantic. So, Jiminie, your Appa and I are near your house because we came here for some work. We're coming to meet you and my little potatoes."

"Oh, that would be great, Eomma! I'm waiting. Come fast!"

Jimin smiled and again took a step to go to their shared room but as he went near to his room he heard muffled voices coming from their bedroom. His heart started to race, an inexplicable feeling of dread settling in.

He was confused, he was feeling something was not right but he thought maybe its his pregnancy hormones.

He took deep breath put his palm on doorknob and pushed open the bedroom door and froze at the sight before him.

His entire world crash down in an instant. All his dreams and promises were broken in a second.

A single tear flowed from his left eye as he saw Jungkook in bed with a girl, their bodies entwined in a way that left no room for misinterpretation, just like they used to be.

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock when he saw Jimin standing in the doorway.

"Jimin," he softly mumbled.

Jimin broke eye contact with Jungkook and looked at the girl, recognizing her as Jungkook's ex-girlfriend.

He smiled sadly and thought, "You chose her again."

The pain in Jimin's chest was unbearable. His vision blurred with tears as he clutched his swollen belly protectively.

The betrayal was too much to bear.

...ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ...

...PART - 2...

...ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆  ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ...

"Jimin, let me explain," Jungkook tried to speak again.

"We will talk about this later. Eomma and Appa are coming in a few minutes, so please put your clothes on," Jimin said with a broken voice.

"But Jimin-"

"Please, Jungkook. Please. And tell her to wear clothes too."

Jungkook quickly dressed, picked his clothes up from the floor, and looked at the girl with bloodshot eyes. "Put your clothes on and get out of here."

Jungkook finished speaking, and he tried to follow him, but Jimin stopped him.

"Stay still in the room. It's not like you haven't seen her naked before," Jimin said, venom in his voice.

"Jimin, please just listen to me one time. I don't kn-"

Before Jungkook could say anything, his ex walked out of the room and said, "Thanks, Jungkook, for the best time," with a smirk as she left the apartment.

"Best time," Jimin repeated, his voice breaking even more.

Jimin felt dizzy and was about to fall, but Jungkook caught him in his arms. "Jimin, are you okay, baby? Do you want to go to the hospi-"

"I'm okay. You don't have to worry about me. And put on some perfume; you're reeking of her smell," Jimin said in a straight voice.

Jungkook slowly nodded and went to the bedroom.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Jimin wiped his tears with his hands and stood up from the couch to open the door.

"Aww, my Jiminie," his mother-in-law cooed, looking at Jimin.

"Welcome, Eomma. How are you and Appa?" Jimin smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, and looked at his mother-in-law and father-in-law.

"We're fit and fine. How are my tiny grandchildren, huh? And you?" his father-in-law asked.

"I'm fine, Appa. Please, come inside."

Jimin looked at his in-laws and smiled, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and warmth.

From the moment he entered their family, they had showered him with love and support. It was as if they had sensed the void left by his parents, who were no longer alive, and had taken it upon themselves to fill that gap with their unwavering care and affection.

Together, they had given Jimin the familial love he had yearned for since losing his parents. They included him in every family event, celebrated his achievements, and stood by him during his struggles. They had made him feel as if he truly belonged as if he were their flesh and blood. This sense of belonging and acceptance meant everything to Jimin.

"Where is our Jungkookie, huh? And did you get your surprise that you were talking about?" his mother-in-law asked, breaking his thoughts.

Jimin smiled bitterly, thinking to himself, "Yes, he got his surprise which he will never forget in his life."

"No, Eomma, not yet," he lied smoothly, masking his pain with a gentle tone.

As Jimin completed his sentence Jungkook came out from the bedroom

"See, our soon-to-be Appa has finally arrived," Mrs. Jeon said, laughing with her husband.

He hugged his parents. "How are you, Eomma? Appa?"

"We're fine. What could happen to us? We're so excited for our grandchild," Mrs. Jeon said with a wide smile.

Jimin smiled, feeling a little relieved in his heart after the earlier drama.

As he looked at Jungkook, he noticed Jungkook was already looking at him.

They held eye contact for a few minutes, during which Jungkook's eyes seemed to want to tell him so many things, but Jimin was not ready for more.

"Let me make some dinner for us because our cute couple is busy looking at each other," Mr. Jeon teased as they broke eye contact.

"No, Eomma, it's not like that. Let me help you," Jimin said.

"No, Jimin, you sit here with Eomma and Appa. I will make dinner," Jungkook said to Jimin with worry in his voice.

"Aww, how caring," Mr. Jeon said with a smile.

"Only I know how caring," Jimin thought to himself.

...ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ...

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