That evening, while Jimin is working in the company's dance studio, you and Min are sitting on the couch in your living room.

You made tea and little sandwiches, and you're showing Min printouts of things for the nursery you and Jimin were talking about getting.

"So Min, do you like the giraffe better than the koala, or should we go with another theme altogether? Jimin and I can't decide, and since you have experience with nursery decorating, I would like some ideas."

 You knew Min and his wife specialized in doing celebrity nurseries. It was their little niche in the decor/design world, and you trusted their opinion. You found it cute that a big, burly bodyguard like Min had the softest heart when it came to children.

He smiles and takes a sip of his tea, "Well, personally, I would go for the whole jungle theme, lions, giant snakes, panthers, gorillas . . ." 

You playfully smack his shoulder and laugh at him, "You are as bad as Yoongi and Jungkook."

He laughs, sits his cup down, and picks up a paint sample from the many on the table. "I like the giraffes. They will be cute, and maybe with this paint color." 

He is interrupted by loud bumping coming from the other side of the house.

You both are startled and jump. You tightly grab his arm with both hands.

 "See, see, that is what I've been hearing!" 

 You both stand there. He puts his arm around your shoulder as he listens intently, trying to judge exactly where it is coming from. The sound moves, and you both move in the direction it does.

He quietly says, "I'm going to go outside and look around." 

You hold tighter to his arm. "Love, I need you to let go." 

Embarrassed, you were holding on so tight, you apologize, "Oh, Min, I'm so sorry." 

You let go and gently pat his arm where you griped so hard.

He walks to the sliding living room patio door,  "I want you to lock the door after I go out, and then you go hide in the little nook in the hallway. I will let you know when to. . . ." the lights suddenly go out, and you try not to scream.

He takes you by the shoulders. "Love, listen to me. Lock this door, then run to the nook in the hallway and stay there. I will be back in as soon as I can."

You look desperately at him. "I'm so scared, Min."

 "I know, I know. You lock this door, okay?" he steps out, and you quickly lock it and run to the hallway.

You sit down in the corner nook of the hall, resting your hands over your tummy, silently crying. You're not crazy. You did hear it, and now Min has heard it, too. You feel more panicky but relieved at the same time.

 You call Jimin in tears, but it goes straight to his voicemail: "Aegiya, please come home. Please, Jimin, please . . .I'm so scared." The call times out, and you close your phone, listening intently for anything from Min.

You hear Min yell, and your heart feels like it is about to jump from your chest. It is beating so fast. Several minutes later, you hear the front door opening. Thinking it's Min coming back in after chasing off a sasaeng, you stand waiting for him.

 You are standing in the semi-dark as only the security lights have come on. You start to wonder why he hasn't turned the lights back on. 

You call out softly, "Min?"

You stand in the center of the hallway, waiting for him, and realize that the figure walking towards you is not Min. 

You back up against the wall. "Who are you? What do you want?" 

They are coming closer, and you go back down the hall, cutting through the kitchen to the living room, trying to escape.

You reach the living room and are jerked back by your hair. You scream as you fall to the floor near the couch. You scoot away, trying to get back on your feet.

To your shock, a woman dressed in black stands in front of you. You stand, holding onto the couch.

 "How far along are you?" The masked woman demands harshly.

You stammer. "What, what?"

 She shrieks, "I asked how far along you are!"

Trying to conceal your pregnant tummy, you ask, "What are you talking about?" as you move further behind the couch, wondering where Min is.

She steps towards you. "Don't play dumb with me!" She grabs you around the neck. "HOW FAR ALONG ARE YOU?"

You cry and say, " Five months." 

 She laughs. "Then this will be easy." She punches you in the stomach, and you fall to the floor.

You wrap your arms around your middle, crying, "Please stop. What are you doing? Please don't hurt my baby."

Angry now that you confirmed you were pregnant, she snarls at you, "That baby should be mine! He should have given me his baby to carry, NOT YOU!" She kicks you in the side as you lay on the floor crying.

"Please, oh, please don't do this. What do you want?" 

She leans down towards you. "I have loved him since he debuted. He. Is. Mine!" 

You go to move away, and she kicks you in the tummy. "Stop trying to get away!"  

You cry out, "Please stop, please."

She pulls out her phone. "I have proof he is mine!" She shoves it in front of your face.

Shocked, you see your missing wedding rings on her finger. Terror rips through your heart as you realize this woman has been in your home.

 She shows you videos made from his vlives to look like he is talking with her. You know all of Jimin's lives, and what she is showing you has been edited and photo-shopped. She pulls up a photo of her and Jimin together. It's obviously a manipulated image. It was the picture Jin took when you and Jimin went with him on a fishing trip.

You are crying, your tummy is hurting, you want your Jimin. 

You whimper, "But that's not real."

 She glares at you and starts beating you. You curl into a ball, trying to protect yourself and the baby.

 "Are you calling me a liar!? I just showed you the proof!!"

You are trying to stay conscious. You try to distract her.

 "No, I would never call you a liar," as you try to talk to her, you can reach your phone just under your sleeve and press Jimin's contact number, hoping it records what is happening.

 She sees it and snatches the phone away, kicking you once more, and you scream. 

"Stop, stop, please!" You cradle your tummy, crying, "Our baby...Jimin, Jimin." 

She stomps the phone and then kicks it away from you.

 Suddenly, the sliding door of the living room is destroyed as Min comes charging in, yelling in rage. 

"Get away from her!!" 

She kicks you once more in the stomach before facing off with Min.

You try to move, but you hurt so bad. You realize you haven't felt the baby move as you lie curled in a ball. Your heart is shattering.

Gently, you run your hands over your tummy, feeling for any movement. Then, in despair, you whisper, "Jimin . . . we need you." 

You feel warmth on your inner thighs. You look and see blood on your dress and weakly cry, "Oh, Jimin..." 

Your tears fall nonstop as you gently cradle your belly.