Jungkook's pov

As soon as I disconnected the call I tossed my phone onto the table, putting my head in my hands.

I'd jumped to conclusions last night, and now I was going to pay for it. I'd honestly thought Taehyung was with that guy, they looked like a proper little family at the hospital, and in my defense he even told me he had a man. So what was I supposed to think?

I breathed out heavily and sat back on the sofa. I'd screwed up. He was so incredible, and I'd just blown all chances that I had with him. I didn't care that he had a son. I didn't care that he hadn't told me. He'd probably thought it would scare me away.

Never in my wildest dreams had I even thought about dating a person who had kids, but now that I knew Taehyung had one, I couldn't bring myself to stop wanting him. He interested me. I wanted to talk to him about my day and hear about his. I wanted to be the one he called if he got scared or needed a favor; I just plain old wanted him.

So he had a kid, which would be something new, but not so bad. Different, but different can sometimes be great with a little effort - and from what I'd seen of him so far he was worth a lot of effort.

I needed to talk everything through with him. Maybe when we spoke, I could convince him to give me another shot. Or maybe he'll never want to see me again... That thought hurt, so I frowned and gritted my teeth. I already liked him way too much. All I wanted to do was drive there now and talk to him and see if there was something I could do to make it up to him. I even wanted to meet his son and find out if he was as adorable as Taehyung was.

The bedroom door creaked open, but I couldn't bring myself to look up. I was disgusted with myself. If I'd just stopped to think last night instead of being all super angry and getting wasted, then maybe I wouldn't be sitting here wondering if I was going to lose something that could have potentially been the best thing that had ever happened to me.

"Are you done on the phone? Why don't you come back to bed?" the girl purred. She was obviously trying to sound sexy and enticing, but it just made me feel worse. Her voice was nothing like Taehyung's, it wasn't deep, soft or silky, it was just squeaky and high pitched and actually made my ears ring.

I sighed and closed my eyes. "No. Look, I'm sorry, but I need to leave," I mumbled, trying to ignore the hangover and tension headache that was starting to build up behind my eyes.

"Leave? But you said you'd be right back."

I fought the urge to glare at her. Everything would have been fine if I had just walked out last night and gone home, if I'd just slept it off instead of doing all of that stuff with the Minnie Mouse understudy.

The girl was still looking at me, waiting for me to speak, but all I could think about was the fact that she was wearing my fucking shirt. I needed to leave so I could go and scrub myself roughly in the shower and try and erase the memories of last night from my brain. I'd cheated on Taehyung, and it hadn't even been worth it. I only slept with that girl to get back at Taehyung for being with someone else, and now it turned out he hadn't even done what I thought he had.

I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I was so angry with myself that I wanted to smash something.

"Look, er..." I racked my brains for her name, but it just wasn't coming to me. Verity or Vanessa? I couldn't just call her Minnie again; I couldn't have her screech at me while my head was already threatening to explode.

She glared at me venomously. "Vicky!"

"Right, Vicky. Last night was a mistake, and I'm really sorry but that's all there is to it. If I could just get my shirt back that'd be great."

I felt bad for being cold with her but she knew the score. I'd made it clear to her that this was a one-night stand, and she'd taken me home with her anyway. The girl half screamed, half growled in frustration and I heard the bedroom door slam shut. A couple of minutes later she threw my shirt in my face and glared at me.

"Just get the hell out! Go wallow in self-pity over a guy you can't have. He won't want you, so you're wasting your time. He's married, so you're screwed!"

I sighed and pulled the shirt on quickly, resisting the urge to throw it in the trash because it smelled like sex. I felt like I was cloaking myself in my shame and the smell made me feel even worse.

"He's not married, I got it wrong. You're right though, I'm totally screwed now," I muttered sadly, grabbing my shoes before heading out of her front door without looking back.

When I got outside her building, I lean against it, taking deep breaths. I felt like a first-class prick. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I groaned and looked at my watch willing it to be almost eight already. My heart sank when I saw the time. It wasn't even eleven in the morning; there were hours and hours left before I could go there and beg for his forgiveness.

Maybe I'd get it. After all, we weren't exclusive. Technically, I hadn't cheated on him. Yes, we'd spoken a lot over the phone, but we weren't officially an exclusive couple...

I sighed and shook my head at my own train of thought. I was just trying to justify sleeping with someone else and make it sound okay, it wasn't okay, so I couldn't pretend that it was. I'd done wrong, and I'd have to take the consequences.

Not wanting to sit around for nine hours wallowing, I decided to go and see a friend and try to take my mind off it for a while. Yoongi wasn't an option. I couldn't go there and talk his ear off about cheating on Jimin's best friend. I definitely wouldn't get any sympathy there, hell, he'd even told me to stay away from Taehyung! I groaned and shook my head. Seth, I'd go to see Seth.

After I'd got a cab to the bar and picked up my car, I went home for a nice long shower, trying to wash some of the shame away. It didn't work. I didn't bother trying to save my shirt, I just threw it straight in the trash; I didn't want to be reminded what a useless prick I was, or how I couldn't keep my dick in my pants long enough to let Taehyung explain.

When I was dressed, I headed to Seth's place. I stood outside the door wondering if I should have called first, there was a good chance he would have someone in there with him; his latest conquest. I knocked on the door anyway, hoping he was there.

He opened the door in his Boxer, looking like he was still half asleep. "Hey, man, what time is it?" he yawned, running a hand through his hair as he just turned and walked into his apartment without waiting for me.

I sighed and followed him in, hoping he had some advice for me even though Seth never was very skilled with dispensing advice. "It's not even mid-day. I just wanted to talk to you about something. I've done something incredibly stupid and I don't know how to fix it."

He gasped and looked back at me with wide, horrified eyes. "You got someone pregnant?"

The scared expression on his face was enough to cheer me up a little. Having a baby was literally Seth's worst nightmare. He would probably never settle down. Then again, I would have thought the same about myself up until a couple of weeks ago.

"No, no one's pregnant."

He let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly. "Well thank fuck for that. Shit, I thought you'd ruined your life then!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

He threw me a Gatorade and lean against the kitchen counter, eyeing me cautiously. "So what's happened then?"

I groaned at the thought of having to say this out loud. "You know that guy that I was seeing?"

He nodded, sipping his drink, watching me expectantly. "Well it turns out that he has a kid. A three-year-old kid."

Seth literally choked and sprayed Gatorade everywhere; I just managed to jump back in time so it didn't go all over me.

"Dude, what the hell? That was gross!" I cried, looking at the drink all over the counter as I brushed a couple of spatters off my shirt.

He didn't answer, just looked at me with wide eyes as he wiped his chin with the back of one hand. "He has a kid? What the hell? How? Who? But... but... how?" he asked, looking at me in disbelief.

"If you don't know how by now, then I can't help you, buddy, because you've been doing it wrong for a lot of years."

He frowned and shook his head. "Seriously, Kook, how?"

I didn't know how, exactly. "Some guy got him pregnant when he was younger, I guess. He's not with him now; he's on his own with the kid."

"So what did you say when he told you? Shit, man, I would have run out of there so fast you wouldn't even see me go, it would have been like one of those cartoons where all you see is the dust that was left behind."

He grabbed a cloth and started sopping up the mess from the counter, while I proceeded to tell him everything that happened. How I found out at the hospital and jumped to conclusions. How I went and got drunk and went home with a famous Disney character, and how Taehyung had called me a little while ago and explained that he was a single parent.

Seth just stood there watching me with an open mouth the whole time. When I finished talking, he blew out a big breath and ran his hand through his hair.

"Wow, sounds like you're better off out of it. You're just lucky you found out now instead of a few more weeks down the line when he really had his claws in you."

Had his claws in me, what does that mean? Did he not listen to a word I said?

"Seth, what are you talking about? I really like him. I don't care that he has a kid, I mean, I was pissed last night that he didn't tell me, but it's not that bad really." He was totally missing the point. It wasn't that I was venting because he had a kid, I was venting because I could lose him after what I'd done.

He recoiled as if I'd just slapped him. "What. The. Fuck?"

I sighed; Seth was clearly the wrong person to come to with this. "I like him, I want to work it out with him," I explained, "but I slept with a girl last night and now he's not going to forgive me. He said he doesn't put up with cheating and won't let anyone treat him like that again. When I tell him what I did, it's going to be over before it even started. I'm such a moron!" I gripped my hands in my hair just wishing I could take it back.

"Are you serious? You want to play dad to a kid that's not yours?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

I didn't actually know what I wanted. I didn't exactly want to play dad, but I wanted Taehyung, and he had a kid, so that came as part of the package. I shrugged. Too many thoughts were buzzing through my brain, and I didn't know what to think any more.

"I like him and he has a kid, so I guess if I have to play dad, then I have to play dad. He looked like a cute kid last night, from what I saw of him," I replied quietly.

"Holy shit, Jungkook. What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously, dude, you need to leave this guy alone. You can't just go jumping into something with a single fucking mother! I mean, jeez, instead of going out and getting drunk, you'll be staying home and changing diapers," he said, clearly horrified.

I laughed at how clueless he was. "I'm pretty sure a three-year-old would be potty-trained, Seth."

"Really? Oh... well that's not the point. My point is, you can't just fool around with this guy ; he's going to want something serious. He won't be able to come out, get wasted, and have fun. He's a mother! He'll make you stay in all the time with him and you'll turn into a bore. Just look at Yoongi, he hardly ever comes out now, and then when he was out the other night he just wanted to go home to his wife and baby!"

I frowned, thinking about it. He was right, a relationship with Taehyung would be incredibly grown up and I wasn't really sure if I was mature enough for something like that. But the thing that was nagging at the back of my mind was this; Yoongi was happy with his life. He loved being married and having a kid; even Seth had to admit that Jimin was the best thing that ever happened to him. Maybe that could be me too. Maybe I could have that with Taehyung and Han; that contentment, love, companionship and stability. Maybe I needed to grow up and start living my life properly.

Of course, my life was easy and fun now, but it wasn't exactly satisfying. Moving from one person to the next sometimes left me feeling empty. Sometimes I just longed for someone to hold, protect, and call my own. Since I'd met Taehyung I hadn't been able to get him out of my head, he'd taken over everything, and I knew I needed to give it my best shot with him, otherwise I'd regret it.

"Yeah, but Yoongi's happy with Jimin," I reasoned. I glanced at my watch, hoping somehow the hours had magically passed and it was time to go talk to him, but - much to my disappointment - it was only just after twelve.

Seth nodded in agreement. "Yeah he is, but Yoongi's a different person to you. What makes you think that settling down can make you happy?"

"Because he's smart, funny, kind, caring," I answered. "He's the most beautiful boy I've ever seen, and I can't stop thinking about him."

He sighed and looked at me. I could see the thought process going on in his eyes, he was trying to be understanding and sympathetic, but he obviously still thought I was crazy. "So, you like him and are going to be playing daddy from now on, huh?"

I frowned as the reality of the situation hit me again. "I don't think so. Once he finds out about the girl from last night it'll be game over anyway. He won't want anything to do with me once I tell him," I muttered sadly.

"So don't tell him." He shrugged casually and turned, starting to make some sandwiches.

Don't tell him? Could I do that? If I didn't tell him then I wouldn't lose him, but could I really start something with him based on a lie? Surely that would eat me up inside eventually.

"I can't do that..." I trailed off; my mind was off somewhere having a mental debate about the ethics of omitting a little fact to save a relationship.

He raised one eyebrow. "Why not? You like him. If you tell him then there's no way he's going to want to be with you and then you've lost him. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

I chewed on my lip; his words seemed to be making sense to me, and that was worrying in itself. I really shouldn't be listening to relationship advice from Seth. I should take whatever he's saying, flip it around and do the opposite, because his advice was bound to be wrong. So that meant I had to tell him.

"Imagine how apologetic he's going to be. As far as he's concerned, he's the one in the wrong here. He didn't tell you he had a kid; he's going to be begging to make that up to you in some way. If you don't tell him what you did, then imagine all the things he'll do for you to apologies." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

I didn't speak, so he continued. "My guess is he'll forget the little rule about not wanting to sleep with you until he's in love. You could come out of this with a pretty sweet little set up, Kook."

I tried not to consider it, I really did, but Seth was right, if I didn't admit to sleeping with that girl last night then as far as Taehyung is concerned he was the one in the wrong. I would get a shot with him. He would never find out, how could he? The only ones that knew were me, Minnie, and now Seth.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him...

In the back of my head though, I knew it was wrong. I couldn't start something that could, potentially, turn serious, while I knew deep down that I didn't deserve him because I'd lied. I had to tell him because he would be thinking that I was this awesome guy, so different to the guy that hurt him, but yet I would be exactly the same as him.

My body was screaming at my mind to shut up and go along with the lie, to keep up the pretense, to let Taehyung feel a little guilty and want to make it up to me. I couldn't help but start to think of all the things he might do to apologies for it. The thoughts alone made my heart speed up.

"Seriously, if it were me, not that I ever plan on getting into a situation as fucked up as this one, but if it were me, then I'd just forget last night ever happened. I'd let him fall all over me, telling me how sorry he was. I'd probably make him beg for another shot, just to show him who wore the pants in the relationship," Seth said, shrugging and sliding a plate with a sandwich across the counter to me.

And with that little speech he made my mind up for me. My earlier thought was right - whatever Seth would do, I needed to do the exact opposite.

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To be continued....

Will Jungkook be able to tell the truth to Taehyung
What turn is this chase going to take???