(A/N): Hello from me! So the last chapter was very sad, yes? Well this chapter should cheer you all up at least! Enjoy the reading:)

Forced To Be Married
Chapter 31

(2 months later . . .  37 weeks)

Staring out at the unknown city, I sighed. It seems like forever since I last saw Namjoon. Almost like I'm never waking up from this never ending nightmare. Smiling down at my belly, I started noticing the dramatic changes in my body. *I'm about ready to pop!*

"Miok, someone's here to see you." My maid said, as I trudged over to where she was. There on the couch was an older lady, who had Bang-pd-nim written all over her. She smiled as I walked in, seeing her all in business attire.

"Miok, what a pleasure it is to meet you." She greeted me, as I bowed before sitting down on the couch opposite of her. "Kim Namjoon has been so worried about you."

"Namjoon?!" I exclaimed, as she smiled over at me. Glaring over at her slightly I got nervous not know what to expect.

"He's been wondering how your doing." She smiled, "As I can see you're sure getting big!" Seeing her eyes fixed on my belly that was slightly showing, I fixed my shirt down.

"It's only a matter of when." I told her nervously, as she got out a white envelope. "I've been struggling more lately though."

"Namjoon wishes he could be here, but his career. . . " She states before I rudely interrupted her.

"Please I don't need anymore of "his career" shit!" I exclaimed, as she looked over at me in shock folding her hands in her lap. "Sorry, it's just. . . Just tell me why the hell your here."

"I came to give you this." She said, handing me the envelope which I took. "Inside is a ticket to get you in into the BTS concert here in Chicago tonight." *A concert?*

"Why do I need this. . . Pd-nim said. . . " I started as she cut me off.

"Pd-nim doesn't know about this?" She told me, making me question her intent. "Go and enjoy yourself, Miok. Someone will be watching." She winked, as felt my heart about to race out of my chest. Watching her leave, I waddled over to my room. Looking down at the ticket in my hand, I noticed the time of the event.

"Time to get my jam on!" I exclaimed, picking out a cute outfit. *The fact that they are maternity clothes doesn't help much though.* Turning on BTS, I sang along to all their songs even though I skipped the song "Butterfly". Drowning myself in perfume, I was finally ready to go.

"Miok, do you need anything?" My housemate asked, seeing me walk past her.

"Nope, I'm all set to go." I told her, opening the door.

"Taxi is out front. Remember to call me if you need anything." She hollered just as I walked out only to be greeted by the taxi she was referring too.

"Where too?" The taxi diver asked, making me show him the address just as I got in.

"Right away." I told him as he typed it in. Sitting back I started to get really nervous. *He's actually here.* Looking out the window, I saw girls of all ages walking to the venue in all their merchandise.

"Here we are." The man said, as I quickly paid him and walked away towards a cute little coffee shop. Passing by a few girls, I got the stare down. *All I have to do is smiled and walk away.*

Walking into a coffee shop, I noticed a bunch of girls running to the side of the venue. *Breath Miok. . . *  Deciding to go check it out. . . I noticed it was the boys getting into an SUV. Stopping in my tracks, I saw him. . . Namjoon. He was the last to get in as he stopped to look in my direction. Feeling his gaze hit me, I froze. As fast as they were there, J-Hope pulled Namjoon into the SUV to miss all the girls running towards them. *Did he notice me?!* Watching the SUV drive away, I noticed a girl staring at me.

"I know who you are." She whispered, as I questioned her.

"You . . .Know me?" I questioned, pointing at myself as she was scrolling threw photos on her phone.

"Your Namjoon's Wife." She flat out told me, showing me pictures of our wedding day. "Though, everyone told the fandom that it was a fake marriage and that you were just some girl for a new concept. I didn't believe them. . ."

"Big Hit cover this up?" I questioned seeing the article she showed me.

"Yeah, they also said that you were pregnant with someone else's babies and that you moved here with him." She said, smirking down at my belly. "I know they're Rap Monsters"

My mouth was wide open at this moment. "Your like 13? How do you know all this?!" I asked her, as she frowned then smiled me.

"14 and the interviews don't lie." She laughed. "By the way, I'm with you on this one."

"What one?"

"The one where you get Namjoon back. I've been secretly sending text out to all my people. We have it all planned out." She said confidently, as I walked back into the coffee shop to sit down.

"Your people? Thanks but . . .
Pd-Nim will track me down if I come anywhere near the boys." I told her, wincing a little at the babies moving.

"Then what are you doing here?" She questioned, flooding her arms.

"Well I'm out to get coffee." I lied, reaching in my purse only to have the concert ticket fall out. *Great.*

"Oh, a ticket!"

"I'm just trying to see him one last time okay?!" I exclaimed, putting it back into my purse. "Just let me tell you what happened okay?"

"Alright, I got the time." She smiled. There I was explaining my whole life story to a fourteen year old, who I found out was named Emmy. She was a very good listener, even if I was only telling her half the story. *Just the basics.*

"Your so lucky! I wish I could meet them. . . "She sighed, as I got an idea in my head.

"Maybe you can. . . " I whispered, thinking of a way to contact her. "Write down your phone number." She took a napkin as I gave her a pen. Writing her number down, I noticed a lady walk in.

"Emmy! What on Earth are you doing in here?!" The lady yelled, "I'm so sorry, ma'am"

"Mom, I was just talking to Miok." Emmy smiled, as her mother nodded over at me.

"Your daughter is very nice. She helped me here since I'm new to the city." I covered for Emmy, as she got dragged out of the coffee shop. *Goodbye. . . * A little while after Emmy left, I noticed it was time for me to go as well. Walking inside the venue they checked off my ticket, making me go in and find my seat.

Getting more glares as I walked in, I finally found my seat. It was not far from the stage which made me happy. "Oh, I can't wait to see them!" A fangirl exclaimed to her friend sitting behind me.

"I know! I've been having extreme Jimin feels this whole week!" Her friend fangirled.

"But Suga! He like my ultimate bias!" Another girl chimed, as my phone went off. Seeing it was a text from an unknown number, I quickly tensed up.

"Hope your here." I read, as the venue started to pack up more.  Looking around, another text was sent. "Forever and Always. Section two, row eight. Seat four on the left."  *Namjoon?!*

After that the whole venue went black, as I quickly looked at the stage. Seeing the lights shine on stage, Bangtan popped on stage singing "Dope". Seeing Namjoon, I instantly felt myself wanting to cry. Hearing all the girls screaming, I watched them all dance their hearts out.

Once they finished, they quickly moved into another song. Having to sit for some of the show since I didn't feel right, they quickly started singing "Butterfly."  Standing back up, my eyes connected with Namjoon's. Not breaking away I could feel the tension between us rising. Soon he walked to the edge of the stage after rapping his part. Jumping down from the stage, all the boys smiled at him. *Oh, no.* Namjoon made his way through the crowd of girls till he was standing in front of me. "I'm afraid." He whispered, slipping his hand in mine, gently. Feeling my heart racing, Namjoon then walked me behind the concert stage making our way to an empty hallway where he stopped and looked at me. His eyes filled with tears as mine were already falling.

"I'm so sorry. . . "He cried, slowly brushing the falling tears away with his thumb. "I never meant . . . " I stopped him bringing his lips to mine, making him cup my face in his hands. *oh, how I missed him.*

"Forever and always." I breathed, pecking his lips before he smiled.

"Forever and always, Miok." Namjoon whispered, hugging me. Holding on to his embrace, I started feeling funny. Quickly, I pushed Namjoon away feeling liquid run down my legs.

"Miok!" Namjoon exclaimed, seeing the wet substance that cover the floor. *Oh, great. . . Worst possible timing.*

"What is going on here?!" One of the boys managers asked, walking down the hallway with some other people behind him. *And the worst person to see in this situation.*

Feeling worried, I started to panick. "Namjoon, my water broke!" I yelled, just as Namjoon stood there in shock.

"Call the ambulance." The manager told one of the other men next to him. Namjoon then snapped out of it, as I went to sit along the wall.

"They'll be here in a little bit." The man who called 911 told me.
The manager started walking over to Namjoon then, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Go with her. . . We'll talk later." He said, seeing everyone gathering around me.

"Namjoon. . . " I whispered, feeling slight contractions set in.

"Shh, just breath. I'm right here Miok." Namjoon smiled, taking my hand in his. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Ambulance is here. . . " A security guard  said, just as paramedics arrived next to me. Slowly placing me up on the gurney, they strapped me in.

"Namjoon!" I screamed, just as the pain in my abdomen increased.

"Breath ma'am." The paramedic told me, placing an oxygen mask on my face as I was placed into the ambulance. Namjoon hopped in with them as they were making sure I was comfortable.

"We're almost there. . . "Namjoon smiled, holding onto my hand. Feeling the man give me an idea, he talked to Namjoon upon arriving at the hospital. Feeling the ambulance stop, they wheeled me out as Namjoon followed.

"18 year old, Miok Kim, pregnant with twins. Water broke 15 minutes ago. Contractions are minimal." The paramedic told the doctor.

"Alright wheel her into a room. Well go take a look as how dilated she is."  The doctor said, as I was placed on a bed, Namjoon watched as they cut my clothing off. Placing me in a hospital gown, I laughed up at Namjoon.

"It's really happening." I laughed, as he took my hand in his, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I suppose it is." He smiled, just as the doctors walked in. Making me spread my legs, he took a look.

"Well the good news is your one centimeter dilated, but now it's a waiting game. Ask me if you need anything for the contractions." The doctor said, as a nurse brought me a blanket. "If we can not deliver the babies naturally, C-section will be our best bet."

Watching the doctor walk out,
BTS's manager walked in shortly after. "You really love her." He said, as Namjoon looked over at me, smiling.

"More then you know. . . " He whispered, as I moved on my side.

"We're rescheduling the tour. . .
Pd-nim called wanting to talk to you both also once we get back to Seoul. . . " He said quietly.

"What why?!" Namjoon questioned, looking up at him.

"Family matters." He smiled, looking at me who was half asleep. "Plus, you have twins to look forward too."

"Thank you." Namjoon whispered, hugging the man who laughed.

"I will update you more once we're all back in Seoul." He told Namjoon, making me smile. As soon as his tour manager left Namjoon grabbed my hand.

"We're going home after this." He whispered, placing as kiss on my cheek. "As a family. . . "

(A/N): The babies are coming! And they're heading back to Seoul! Omg! Thanks for reading! I'll hopefully update soon! Man it's late! And BTS "House of Cards" is stuck in my head! Love ya army's! -JiminsJxms

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