TWO
Until Jennie returned.
And then…
The space between them grew colder than winter.
It's been one month they stop taking....no more conversations,Hugs,kiss, warm night...All tae can see is silence.....the silence he hate he feared
kim Tae
(to himself in his art room)
He didn’t hug me this morning.
Didn’t even look back.
I wore his favorite color… he didn’t notice.
(You’re overthinking, Taehyung).
kim Tae
(voice message to Jungkook)
Hey… I made lunch. Your favorite. Can you come home early today? Just… just wanna see you…
(message marked as “Seen”)
No reply.
The silence was too loud.
Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, legs tucked to his chest, eyes staring blankly at the untouched side of the mattress.
His chest hurt. But it wasn’t his heart this time.
It was deeper—lower. A knot twisting in his stomach.
Then it came again.
That sharp wave.
That heat rushing up his throat.
His eyes widened, and before he could think—
He ran to the bathroom, feet stumbling, hand covering his mouth.
The moment he hit the cold tile floor, he vomited—once, twice, almost losing his breath with each one.
His hands gripped the sink.
His forehead pressed against the mirror.
kim Tae
[Whispering]
What… what is happening to me…?
His vision blurred.
His whole body shook.
Two weeks.
For two whole weeks, he had felt like this.
Dizziness. Fatigue. Nausea.
But he kept telling himself it was just stress. Just heartbreak. Just emptiness.
But this… this wasn’t heartbreak anymore.
This felt physical.
Real.
And suddenly, terrifyingly—
kim Tae
[Whispering]
I… I think I’m sick.
The room smelled sterile and soft at the same time.
Pale curtains, white walls, and a soft-spoken doctor sitting across from him.
Taehyung sat there—small, nervous, with his fingers curled tightly around the armrest of the chair.
A sealed report rested in his lap, the corner folded from his restless grip.
DOCTOR
Mr. Kim… we’ve reviewed your reports.
Congratulations. You’re pregnant.
Taehyung blinked.
He stared.
For a second, he thought he misheard.
Or maybe it was a joke. A cruel dream.
kim Tae
"Breathless whisper]
P-Pregnant…?
DOCTOR
👩⚕️] (soft smile)
Roughly a week along. Your vitals look good, but you’ll need proper rest, nutrition, and a scan scheduled soon. Do you have a partner we can inform?
Taehyung’s eyes welled up instantly.
He lowered his head.
One tear dropped onto the folded report.
Then another.
And another.
kim Tae
[Choking whisper]
Yes… I-I have a husband…
He pressed his palm to his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.
But it was no use.
A baby.
His baby.
Their baby.
After a few quiet moments, he left the hospital holding the paper close to his chest.
Before heading home, he stopped at a tiny corner store and bought a gift—
a small white box, tied with silver ribbon. Inside it, a soft pair of baby socks.
Like clouds.
kim Tae
[softly to himself, inside taxi]
You’re going to be a father, Jungkook…
You always said you never liked surprises…
But I hope you’ll like this one.
Outside GIAN Enterprises
The taxi slowed to a stop in front of a towering building made of black glass and steel.
GIAN Enterprises.
The empire. The pride. The place where Jungkook now spent most of his time.
It stood tall. Cold. Powerful.
Like the man it belonged to.
Taehyung stepped out of the cab, holding the gift bag and envelope close to his chest.
His other hand pressed gently over his stomach—unconsciously.
This was his moment.
His little spark of joy.
The only thing keeping him warm.
He walked toward the doors, heart pounding in rhythm with his baby’s unknown heartbeat.
And then… he reached the front desk.
kim Tae
(softly, to the receptionist)
Excuse me… I’m here to see Mr. Jeon Jungkook.
Receptionist
Do you have an appointment
kim Tae
No, I— I don’t…
But I’m… I’m his husband
The receptionist’s fingers paused.
> Her eyes finally lifted.
They looked him up and down.
A plain oversized sweater. Slightly faded jeans.
No label. No luxury.
No shine.
She blinked slowly—once. Then smirked.
Receptionist
Husband? Of Mr. Jeon Jungkook?
You mean our CEO? You?
She glanced at the two male staff behind the desk.
One of them stifled a laugh.
The other leaned in.
Receptionist
Sweetheart, listen—
Rich men don’t marry street boys. They spend a night with them
A few waiting visitors turned to look.
A security guard chuckled under his breath.
Someone near the elevator snorted and muttered—
???
[Random Staff ]
He’s probably here to sell something… or himself.
Taehyung took a step back.
His cheeks burned.
The gift bag in his hand shook slightly.
His other hand dropped to his side—almost like he no longer wanted to protect the tiny life growing inside him.
The whispers got louder.
???
[Stranger in Suit 🗣️] (mocking)
How much for a night, pretty boy?
He smiled like he was being charming.
But his eyes were filth.
Taehyung’s lips trembled.
His eyes welled again—
But not like at the hospital.
This time, it wasn’t joy.
It was shame.
Raw, cruel shame.
And just when he was about to turn around and run—
Just when he felt like this world would never accept him…
The sound of heels clicking — loud, sharp, deliberate.
Everyone looked up.
Jennie Kim stood there.
Dressed in tailored white.
Cold gaze.
Lips tight.
She scanned the room like a queen walking into a courtroom.
jenny
(clear, loud)
That’s enough.
The voices stopped.
The receptionist straightened.
The mocking man blinked in surprise.
Jennie didn’t even glance at them.
jenny
(eyes fixed on Taehyung)
I know him.
Receptionist
(confused)
Ms. Jennie—he said he was—
jenny
I said I know him.
That’s enough.
Taehyung looked at her—eyes red, breath shaky.
She didn’t offer warmth.
She didn’t offer kindness.
She just held out her hand.
Taehyung hesitated.
He looked down at the floor…
at the invisible pieces of his dignity scattered like glass.
And then, slowly, he followed her.
No one dared speak again as the two walked away.
The cold queen.
And the boy no one saw properly—until it was too late.
But no one noticed…
Taehyung’s other hand—still pressed lightly against his belly.
As if shielding a secret…
from a world that wasn’t ready to hold it.
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