"Are you serious?"

"Yes?"

"Are you really serious?"

"Yes! I am!"

"Damn Y/n, are you serious!?"

"GODDAMMIT YOONA I JUST SAID THAT I GOT PREGNANT DIDN'T I!? Stop bugging me!" Yoona is still having that shocked expression on her face. Jimin, on the other side if the table, looks like he's going to pass out very soon.

"He can't believe he's gonna become an uncle. Already" Taehyung says on behalf of his best friend. The boys all exchange their glances and all at once, give us a Lemmy derp face.

"What?" I pop my query.

"The whole house looked like it had a mini earthquake last night! I was honestly so scared, I went and slept in Namjoon's room!" Hobi screeched. The table erupted with laughter and we future parents reddened in embarrassment.

"But guys...." Namjoon's tone sound distressed, as if he was going to imply something logical.

"What if you guys are disqualified from the competition? I mean, there are chances they might see you as...I don't know, coz of involvement in something else? I don't what I'm talking about but I might've read the clauses of this competition."

"He's right" his sister said.

"I've read them by myself too. It says the participants should be perfectly fit all through the competition, and it means the competition is still going on. No one knows what's next, even if the three rounds have been finished. Y/n....I'm so sorry to say this but—"

"No. Yoona, I'm not going to abort my baby. It stays inside me no matter what" I instantly say and shut her up. This is my first child with Jungkook. I can't snatch away his and my happiness just because of a stupid competition.

When I lift my head and look at Jimin, he's desperately pleading me with his eyes to make the right choice.

He wants me to abort the baby.

"Jimin?" I say, hurt flickering through my eyes.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I can understand. I can sacrifice my wish for you. It's alright" he says, a tad bit genuine but hurt through most of the part.

A loud bang on the table jolts me, and it came from beside me.

"There will be no sacrifices made, understand? I will find a way to make it work, and our baby is coming to this world, no matter what." Jungkook says with utmost seriousness that makes me tear up.

What if he loses his dreams? He's a prince, a soon to be king. He shouldn't choose me or the baby over his people, right? That's what Kings do. The people are and should be everything for him.

"But Jungkook, you're going to be crowned as a ki—"

"Whatever it takes Y/n, it's my choice" he's right. I have no say in it. It's his choice anyway. But I don't like it, not even a bit. This kingdom needs him more than I or my baby does.

Maybe I should run away from here.

I was giving my incredulous thought a second chance, and it proved to be apt.

"I think the conversation is done. No more discussions about this. My babies are going to stay with me" he says, keeping a hand on my belly. A lone tear escapes my eyes as I caress the hand which is placed on my stomach.

You're so selfish Y/n....

*ring ring*

Jungkook's phone cut through the eerie silence of the dinner table.

"Mom? Mom! Why are you crying!?" what? He stands up at once to get a better signal in hopes of making the voice of the other side on the line clearer. We are left on the table with anticipation filled in our beings.

Somi eommo-nim is one of the only women in the world to have to be calm and collected. Even Jungkook knew nothing could make his mother land into such a distressed state. But seeing the condition, it must be something very bad and ill that might've happened.

"Eomma, please stop crying. He's going to be fine. I'll be there in no time. Please stop crying ma, it's breaking my heart" the son said with tears already brimming in his eyes.

He? Who's he?

He cut the call after a few more reassuring words to comfort his mother and he turns to us.

"Guys, I need to rush to the hospital. Appa is...." our eyes widen at what he was implying.

"Jungkook! I'll come too!"

"No. You travelling a lot and seeing him in such a state isn't good for our baby. Please stay here and wait for me. I'll go alone" the prince said and raced to his car, driving off to the location.

I sat back on my seat, pretty shaken.

The king was just just fine a week ago. What happened to him? That cheerful, mindful King getting bedridden and tubes running through his nose....it was a disturbing image for me.

I hope he's going to be fine....just until he sees his newborn grandchild.

Please God.

♔

Jungkook POV

"Mom! Mom. Oh no, please don't cry. I'm here, I'm right here. Appa is going to fine, trust me eomma" my old lady weeping in my chest breaks my heart so much. I let a few stranded tears fall on her shoulder, ruining her attire.

"I-I don't know what's happening to h-him Kook. He was just fine when the meeting started, then- then he suddenly collapsed with his hand on his chest. God is so unfair to me!" she cries on my chest even harder. I sway us to the sides, in hopes of calming her down. It eventually works and her wails reduce to sniffs.

ICU, the Red sign on the doorframe read. After an hour or so passes by, and the doctor comes out of the operation theatre, two nurses following him.

"Doctor? How's my father?"

"Your Highness...his majesty doesn't have much time left." The news shatters our hearts. Then I carefully ask the doctor, making sure eomma is safe in my arms.

"How- how much time?"

"Three weeks...."