Jungkook's pov

Every day of the following week I spoke to Taehyung on the phone for at least an hour. It was like I couldn't get enough of hearing him talk. I was still seeing my friends and going out just as much as I usually would, but I just didn't seem to notice the girls and boys around me anymore. When Seth pointed one out, I would compare her or him to Taehyung, and there really was no comparison at all. No one stood a chance.

All of my friends found it highly amusing that I was now pining over a man. Even Rowon from work was laughing at me because I'd finally started to 'grow up' as he put it. He found it hilarious that Taehyung was making me wait for sex. He said that this was Karma coming back to bite me firmly in the ass.

I was finally starting to understand some of what we put Yoongi through when he fell for Jimin and we'd all ripped the shit out of him for it. But the thing was, I just didn't care how much they teased me, I just smile and shrugged and looked forward to talking to him before I fell asleep.

I was so excited to see him on Friday that I barely slept the night before. I was like a child waiting for Santa to arrive. When I arrived outside his apartment, I felt my muscles relaxing. After plucking the flowers and a gift bag that I'd bought for him from the passenger side of the seat, I climbed out of the car, taking a few deep breaths so that I'd stop behaving like a lovesick puppy.

When he opened the door he smiled his beautiful smile at me, and I laughed at the happiness I felt inside. He looked stunning, and I raked my eyes down his body slowly, taking in every curve and line of it, trying not to moan in appreciation.

"Hey, Stripes," I greeted, dragging my eyes back to his face.

"Still not dropped that one? I don't have them on today."

 I grinned and wrapped my free arm around him, pulling his flush appearance against me. "Oh really? So what am I calling you tonight? Lacy? Spots?" I joked, raising one eyebrow at him.

He narrowed his eyes at me playfully. "Maybe I'm not wearing any."

Fuck! I groaned internally as my imagination ran wild, thinking of his naked little behind. I already knew my mind would be in the gutter for the remainder of the date. "Oh right. So, commando it is then. Not a very sexy nickname, but it'll do for tonight." I shrugged, hating the lust that I could hear in my voice.

He giggled and gripped the collar of my shirt, pulling slightly and making me step impossibly closer to him. I smiled and pressed my lips against him, kissing him softly, savoring the feel of his mouth against mine. I'd missed this more than I realized.

I pulled back after a minute and smiled down at him as I held out the flowers and Bruno Mars's new album. We'd been talking about him on the phone this week and he said he loved him nowadays. "Got you these."

A little "Aww" escaped his lips as he looked at them. His face was a mixture between confusion and gratitude. "Jungkook, these are beautiful, but you shouldn't keep buying me things. It's not necessary." He smiled gratefully as he lifted the pink roses to his face and inhaled.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. So you're saying that I can't buy you things from now on? That I should take the album back?" I teased, reaching for the album from his hand.

He quickly hid it behind his back. "Well I'm not saying that you can't, I'm just saying that I don't want you to feel like you have to," he explained, backtracking a little.

I nodded in understanding. "I'll keep that in mind tomorrow night, provided you want to see me tomorrow, of course." I looked at him curiously. We hadn't made plans for tomorrow night, but I was hoping I could see him; I didn't want to have to wait until next weekend to see him again.

"That depends. Are you taking me rock climbing again tonight?" he questioned.

"No, not tonight."

"Then there's a pretty good chance I'll want to see you tomorrow." He went up on tiptoes, kissing the corner of my mouth. "Thank you, for the flowers and music. You're really sweet, you know that?"

"I know, I know. That was just what I was going for... sweet," I said sarcastically.

He laughed and turned, skipping off towards the kitchen to put his flowers in a vase. As he walked away from me, my eyes dropped down to his ass, instantly wondering what underwear, if any, he wore under his black, flared pants.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him while we made the drive to the restaurant. It had only been three weeks since we'd first met, but it already felt like I'd known him for a lifetime. There wasn't a single awkward silence because we had too much in common.

It was gratifying to be able to act like myself for a change. Usually, around others, all I was concerned about was getting them into bed as quickly as possible, but because Taehyung had already told me that wasn't happening anytime soon, it took off some of the pressure so I could just concentrate on getting to know him.

At the restaurant we were fooling around as usual, flirting back and forth while waiting for our food to arrive. Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

He looked at me apologetically as he pulled it out. "Sorry, I have to take this," he muttered, checking the screen.

"Sure, don't worry." I shrugged.

Taehyung put the phone to his ear, frowning a little. "Hey, what's up?"

His frown deepened and suddenly he jumped out of his chair, grabbing his wallet. "What? When? Is he okay?" he gasped. "I'm on my way right now."

He disconnected the call, putting his cell carelessly into his pocket. "I'm sorry, I have to go."

Without waiting for me to answer, he turned and literally ran full pelt through the restaurant, leaving me staring after him in shock and wondering what on earth had happened.

I stood too, pulling out my wallet and tossing money down onto the table to cover our meals, which hadn't even arrived. As I ran after him, I apologized to the waiter.

Taehyung stood on the restaurant's curb, waving desperately for a cab. Luckily for me, they weren't stopping. I closed my hand over his. His pale, frantic face turned towards mine, and the tears wetting his cheeks made my chest tighten.

"What's happened?" I questioned, confused.

He gulped and waved his free hand again at another cab. "I need to go to the hospital," he answered quickly. "Shit!" he shouted, slapping his leg in frustration when the cab just breezed past him without stopping.

I recoiled at the word hospital. "I can drive you. Come on." Giving him a little tug, I guided him toward the parking lot at the back of the restaurant.

He smiled gratefully, swiping at his tears with a shaky hand. "Oh God, thank you."

"No problem."

I opened his door before heading round to the driver's side and starting the car quickly. We didn't speak on the way to the hospital; he just sat there practically bouncing in his seat, wringing his hands together nervously the whole time. I had no idea what I could say to make him feel better. He didn't look like he wanted to talk as he chewed on his lip, so I didn't push him for an explanation. It made me feel a little nauseous to see him looking so worried and upset.

When we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, he jumped out of the car before I'd even pulled on the parking brake. "Thanks, Jungkook. I'll call you, alright?" Again, he didn't wait for an answer as he slammed the door shut and sprinted towards the main entrance.

Not wanting to leave him while he was upset, I quickly followed suit and headed in after him. I was more than a little intrigued as to what had happened. There had to have been an accident. I wanted to be here in case he needed me, I wanted to be the one that comforted him and the person that he cried on while upset. I didn't like the fact that he'd just run away with no explanations.

As I stepped through the door of the emergency room, I saw him standing over by the reception desk, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for the receptionist to finish talking on the phone. I walked up and stopped a couple of steps behind him, listening as he spoke.

"Hi, I'm trying to find Kim Hanuel. I was told he was brought in here a little while ago?"

"Kim Hanuel?" The lady behind the desk repeated, tapping away on his screen before looking up at Taehyung and pointing to the corridor off to his left. "He's in emergency room four."

"Thanks," Taehyung replied, turning on his heel. He looked up at me in surprise, as if he hadn't expected me to follow him. I smiled sympathetically, stepping back and waving my hand in an offer for him to go first down the corridor. Now I understood the reason for his panic. The person he'd asked for had the same surname as him, so it was probably his brother or dad.

He gulped, not speaking as we speed walked down the corridor, stopping outside the room labeled four. Taehyung's eyes flicked to me, almost seeming apologetic as he pushed open the door.

Inside, sat on the bed, crying helplessly was a little child of about two or three. A tall guy with dark hair stood next to him looking helpless. They both looked up as the door opened. I stopped short, wondering who these people were and who they were in relation to Taehyung.

My question was answered as soon as the kid's teary eyes locked on Taehyung.

"Momma, ith hwurtsh so mwuch!" the kid wailed, cradling his arm to his chest protectively.

Without hesitation, he headed over to the side of the bed, wrapping his arms around him tightly and kissing the top of his head. My muscles seemed to freeze in place as it hit me. All I could do was stare at him like a moron. Taehyung was a mom? He had a little boy? How in the hell did I not know this, and why hadn't he bothered to tell me?

My surprise quickly turned to anger. Why had he not told me about him? My gaze landed on the guy that was standing next to him. He stepped forward, stroking his hand on Taehyung's back as he fussed over the little boy, cooing soothing words to him. I gritted my teeth at the sight of it. They looked like an adorable little family, ready-made, yet he was seeing me on the side. I really did have him pegged all wrong!

I could barely breathe through the emotions that were pulsing through my body. Looking at the three of them was actually painful. He had a family? I was just a seedy affair? That hurt a lot more than I cared to admit.

Taehyung hadn't even turned to look at me. All he was concerned about was the little boy on the bed. Not able to witness any more of it, I turned and let the door swish closed behind me. I gripped my hands into my hair as I walked up the hallway towards the exit.

He'd been leading me on all this time, letting me start to like him, yet all the time he was in a serious relationship and had a child? As I stalked to my car, I resisted the urge to kick the crap out of every inanimate object on the way. I should have known he was too good to be true. I should have known that it was just an act. None can be that perfect.

Climbing into my car, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to calm myself as I realized something else. Jimin and Yoongi had to have known about this too - this was probably why they told me to stay away from him.

I slammed my fist down onto the steering wheel as the anger built even more. "Son of a bitch!"

I wasn't even sure why I was so angry about it. I'd known him for just under three weeks, yet all I could envision doing was storming in there and ripping that guy's head off just so he'd be single and I could have him to myself.

He'd done this on purpose, surely. Did he think it was funny leading me on and then dropping a bombshell like this on me? Hell, he didn't even drop that bombshell, I'd found out by accident!

Would he have even bothered to tell me at all? How long would he have let me continue believing that he was this perfect, wonderful man, when all along he was just playing me?

Gritting my teeth, needing to stop thinking about it, I started the car. I decided then and there that I would drive to the nearest bar and pick up any girl or boy. I'd refrained from sex for the last three weeks, waiting for Taehyung; well screw it, if he was just jerking me around then there was no reason for me to go without for a minute longer.

I'd go pick up a random boy or girl and fuck his or her brains out.

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To be continued..........

Taehyung has a son the truth is out now,
So this chase has ended or the story is gonna take a new turn...