ep 3
Rushed through sliding doors in the old café owner’s car, Taehyung was placed on a stretcher, clutching his belly, sweat rolling down his temples. His hands trembled, lips white from the pain.
“Breathe, Taehyung. Hold on, baby,” Mrs. Kang whispered, clutching his hand as the nurses wheeled him away.
Inside the delivery room, things blurred. Monitors beeped. Doctors barked orders. The pain intensified beyond measure. He screamed once, twice—and then his vision began to fade. His body convulsed once more before everything went black.
Even before Taehyung was rolled into surgery, two black luxury cars had pulled up near the hospital’s private entrance.
Inside one car, Jeon Namjoon adjusted the cuffs of his coat, watching the hospital entrance with narrowed eyes. Beside him, Jeon Seokjin looked tense, lips pressed tight.
“He went into labor during his shift,” their agent informed quietly. “Water broke on café floor. Old woman brought him here. He’s inside now.”
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon’s gaze darkened. “Make sure no one from the media finds out. Not a whisper.”
They walked straight into the hospital under security escort and were ushered into a private meeting room where Taehyung’s delivery doctor waited nervously.
Seokjin placed a heavy black bag on the table—five stacks of neatly packed cash.
Jeon namjoon
“You didn’t see twins,” Namjoon said calmly. “You only saved one. The other was… lost. You did your best.”
The doctor’s eyes flickered between the bag and the faces of the Jeon couple.
“This will ruin my career,” he whispered, shaking.
Jeon seokjin
Seokjin smiled coldly. “And this will make you rich enough to never work again. Or poor enough to beg for silence if you choose wrong.”
The doctor didn’t speak. He nodded slowly.
Within an hour, the Jeon couple were handed one of the twin boys—the firstborn. Healthy. Breathing steadily. With soft raven hair and long lashes, he looked exactly like Jungkook when he was a baby.
Jeon namjoon
Namjoon looked at the infant in his arms and whispered, “You’ll be raised like a prince.”
They placed a Jeon family heirloom pendant in the cradle beside the remaining child.
Then they vanished into the night, headed to another hospital to register and test the baby under new records.
The sun was rising behind thick curtains when Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open.
His vision blurred. Pain twisted through his body. His hands moved automatically to his stomach—it was gone. The weight. The life.
He turned his head weakly toward the cradle nearby.
He blinked, forcing himself up despite the dull ache in his spine.
Tears rushed to his eyes as he saw the soft bundle wrapped in white blankets. His son. His only child now. On the edge of the cradle hung a gold pendant engraved with the Jeon family crest.
kim taehyung/young age
He blinked again. Two… I was carrying two… right?
kim taehyung/young age
“Where… where is my other baby?” Taehyung asked, voice already breaking. “The second… I had twins…”
The doctor paused, already rehearsed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kim… One baby didn’t make it. He was… gone in the womb. We tried to revive him. There was nothing we could do.”
kim taehyung/young age
“No… no, that’s not true.” His hands shook. “I heard them both. I carried them both. For nine months…”
“I’m sorry,” the doctor said again. “You still have a healthy boy. That’s what matters.”
Taehyung’s wail echoed down the sterile white corridor.
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mr.iq you are separating a beautiful bond you are doing a sin yk that r8
2025-07-05
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