"You know that my offer still stands, right?" Skye suddenly questions you, much to your relief, as she changes the topic right before your head begins to ache again. 

"If things get too hard or if he wants nothing to do with the baby, or if he mistreats you at all after knowing that he got you pregnant, we can still run away and raise the baby together. Maybe Europe is a bit too far, and too cold for me, so how about Australia?"

Unprepared to hear her comment, you immediately erupt into laughter. Like always, your best friend knows how to ease your mind. The tension that comes from the stress is lifted, and so are your worries.

It doesn't change the fact that you are still going to have to face the music the moment you are given the chance to, but at least you are starting to see some light waiting at the end of this.

"Running away sounds awfully tempting right now, I'm not going to lie," you murmur into the call, knowing that Skye can hear you perfectly. But she wouldn't be able to see it as you rise from your bed and reach out to the beside table, picking up the sonogram which you had gotten right before you left for home.

Running away does sound tempting. But it is not the choice that you can make. And you won't.

You are going to have that talk with Taehyung and tell him everything. Soon. You just need to be ready to face his reaction and the consequences of what the truth might bring.

As much as you kept telling yourself to prioritise finding the chance to speak to Taehyung, all of your bravado simply vanished by the time you rejoined your family for dinner.

Sitting down at dinner, once again taking the front row seat to watch Alia making a good show of being the doting girlfriend, as she kept clinging onto Taehyung while he was trying to keep his composure in front of you, you felt suffocated.

And you couldn't escape it.

You had done it once, masking your discomfort with your sickness. And then doing it again a couple of more times under various excuses while everyone was spending time together.

Despite feeling like you wanted to run away, you were running out of excuses and there was nowhere for you to hide. Even once dinner is over, your attempt to escape unnoticed quickly fails when Taehyung finds you first.

"What are you up to now?" you nearly snap at him as Taehyung slips into view, intercepting you when you are about to slip past the backdoor, hoping to get some fresh air.

Pursing his lips, he hides his smile and shrugs. "Nothing, just trying to see what you've been up to."

You squint your eyes at him, finding him suspicious. "Does Alia even know you're here? Cornering me instead of chaperoning her out there?"

As you cross your arms over your chest, challenging him with your question, Taehyung simply stares at you with an amused look in his eyes. "You know, everyone is in the living room and they're wondering where you are. Honey is about to make a show of making that rum cocktail that she was bragging about at dinner."

An overwhelming feeling of craving and queasiness comes over you as you picture Honey and her rum cocktails that you would normally enjoy during the holidays. You swallow the tightness in your throat and force a smile. "So you offered to look for me?"

Taehyung grins, making it seem like he has no fault whatsoever for being where he shouldn't be. "I'm currently free, so why not?"

You scoff at him and shake your head when you fail to hide your smile. "Yeah, well. I doubt that they'll be missing me."

There's already Alia in the room with them to steal the show and everyone's attention anyway, you silently wonder.

And yours.

Surprisingly, a frown forms on his face upon hearing this. "That's where you're wrong. Honey kept asking for you. Said something about making a special recipe for your, um...stomach bug," he says with a small smile, and then lowers his voice to add, "and I also wondered why you weren't there."

Your heart makes a sudden leap inside your chest. "Thank you for caring," you say to him with a sarcastic tone of voice, trying not to look deeper into it or feel to happy about him looking for you.

Having the flutter in your chest gives you more reason to walk away. "Please tell Honey I'm sorry that I can't join her tonight. I'm not feeling up to it."

"Are you sure?" he asks before you can get away. "I remember that you enjoyed drinking sweet cocktails the last time we met. With how Honey kept bragging about it, I'm a bit curious to try the drinks she's making. Don't you?

Of course, you would be interested, you wonder. But I can't possibly drink whatever it is that Honey is concocting, even if I feel like I need a glass of whatever she is offering.

But he doesn't need to know that yet—or should he?

Suddenly, you start doubting yourself. You can feel the words hanging by the tip of your tongue already, the urge to spill everything to him right this moment grows so strongly as you look at his smug face.

So what if he wanted to wait until the time is right to talk? When is the right time to talk about this?

You take a quick glance around, noticing that you are all alone with him. This would be the perfect chance to tell him about the pregnancy, wouldn't it?

"Maybe her cocktail can help you feel more at ease and less—tense," he suddenly adds with a hint of a teasing tone in his voice that rubs you the wrong way, taking away every good will you ever have of talking to him properly about your ordeal.

"Tomorrow's Christmas Eve dinner. There's going to be enough drinking then," you say to him while gritting your teeth. But you know that it would be highly unlikely that you are going to drink even then.

You realise that you will have to find more excuses tomorrow to avoid any alcoholic drinks being passed onto your hands. But you can figure that out later. You first need to figure out how to share him the news.

"You should go back. Alia would be looking for you by now," you say to him with a bite while avoiding his eyes as you try to walk around him, yet he stops you from running away again.

This time, he isn't using his words.

Your entire body freezes as he catches your wrist. Once he knows that he has gotten you right where he wants you to, he starts pulling you gently back to him. You look up at his face, surprised that he would do something so daring when he was the one who had been so adamant about keeping your history with him a secret.

"What are you doing?" you hiss at him, yet you don't make a move to pull away. You throw a quick glance towards the hallway leading to the living room, worrying that someone might suddenly show up. "Are you crazy? What if someone comes here?"

Taehyung steps closer until you can feel his warmth engulfing you. He only stops once his chest is merely a few inches away from yours. His move seems menacing, and so does the look in his eyes as he looks at your face.

Those are the same eyes that had been looking back at you that night. You get to see the same look you saw then. Passionate. Enthralling. He grounds you with nowhere else to go even without having to restrain you to him, only refraining you from escaping him with nothing more but the look in his eyes.

Suddenly, the room feels tight. As though there is not enough air in your chest for you to breathe, much less to speak. And he is getting too close for comfort.

His hold on your wrist loosens, yet he doesn't pull away. The dark look in his eyes also wanes, and he looks almost as if he is in pain when he leans down, getting even closer until your faces are almost touching each other.

"Is it making you feel uneasy that I'm around? Is that why you keep running away from me when I'm there?" he questions you with a voice so soft that you would have missed it if he hasn't been this close, with his lips hovering close to yours.

So close that you can almost feel his kiss, even without touching. Each word he murmurs to you sends your skin shivering, while the cavities inside your chest seem to tighten on themselves when he whispers, "You might be able to ignore it and pretend nothing happened, but I can't."

You take a sharp inhale of breath. What is he saying right now?

Suddenly, you feel as if you have just walked into a dream. The same feeling that you had that night returns to you; all the sparks that seem to be floating in the air around you; the way your head seems to be in a haze, as if his entire presence is intoxicating you.

And his words are making your head spin.

Once again, you feel as if you are under his spell. But at the same time, you feel irritated at him for doing this. For choosing to act like this now, when he was just holding hands with your stepsister just moments ago.

While your irritation lights up, he rubs his thumb across your wrist, and the sparks explode around you like fireworks. "Tell me you're not feeling it too."

And just like that, his voice snaps you right out of the spell that he placed on you. Closing your eyes, you suck a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"This isn't right. Alia is in the next room," you grit your teeth. You open your eyes and glare at him. "You were the one who told me not to tell Alia about us. Was that not your way of telling me to forget everything?"

Taehyung's eyes grow wide and he slowly pulls back. To his credit, his face is filled with shame when you remind him of his own words.

Leaning closer, you whisper to him, doing your best to keep your voice from shaking when you question him, "Or do you make it a habit of jumping from one woman to another as long as it's convenient for you?"

He winces. Once again, he looks pained after hearing your accusation. "We're going to talk. Once the time is right," he whispers. He clenches his jaw, looking tense for a moment until he lets everything go with a sigh. "But you need to stop avoiding me."

You rear back, not expecting to find that he has noticed that you have been deliberately keeping your distance.

How are you going to explain to him the reason why you can't possibly stay in the same room with him?

For you, the reason is quite obvious. You are still feeling it now, when your skin feels tight and your chest grows warm the longer you are in close proximity to him. Even when you entered a room once he left, you could still feel his presence lingering around you, and it was starting to drive you insane.

And yes, seeing him with Alia bothers you so much that you can never bear being there to witness it.

After your last conversation where he made it seem like he wanted to move on and forget everything, you thought that he would only notice Alia and wouldn't care to notice your predicament. But obviously, he isn't completely oblivious to your turmoil.

"I'm not avoiding you," you insist.

Taehyung raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure?" he questions you with an accusing tone. "I don't think I imagined it when I saw you turning away and running out of the room whenever I came in."

He is right, and you find it impossible to lie about it when you barely tried to hide it.

Tired of holding out the truth, you finally admit to him with a small voice, "No, you're not imagining things. Do you really think it's fun for me to watch you both together with Alia getting all over you the entire time you're here?"

The light in his eyes dims. "I'm sorry, I didn't—" he sighs, "I'll talk to her so she can tone it down."

You shake your head and chuckle bitterly. "Don't bother. She's your girlfriend. I'll be out of here right after Christmas anyway."

This makes him frown. "Look, ______," he starts, but you are too exhausted to deal with this right now to listen.

"I have to go," you whisper as you pull your hand away. "We'll have that talk—"

Because there are a lot of things that I need to tell you.

"And then I'm gone and you can go back to Alia with her family thing on Christmas Day. But tomorrow night, we talk. Right after the family dinner."

Not bothering to wait for his response, you turn and walk away, once again leaving him behind in that dimly lit hallway as you search for solace, somewhere far, far away from him.