Jungkook’s POV

The room was quiet, filled with soft, slow breaths of the woman I loved more than life itself. Y/n was sleeping peacefully—her features relaxed, her hand resting protectively over the small curve of her stomach. Our child… inside her.

I adjusted the blanket over her shoulders gently, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her belly. “Sleep well, baby,” I whispered. “Both of you.”

I didn’t realize when I sat down on the edge of the bed, just watching them. My heart was calm—until my phone buzzed.

Blocked number.

I knew who it was.

I slid my finger across the screen, stood up, and walked out to the balcony with a lazy smirk.

“Talk,” I said flatly.

“Ah… finally,” came the voice I hated more than anything. Junghyun.

“Speak faster,” I said in a low, calm tone. “Or did you call to confess your sins before you die?”

There was a pause, then a dry laugh. “You really think you’ve won, Jungkook? Just because she’s with you now?”

“Oh no, hyung,” I said sweetly, dragging the word like poison on my tongue. “Not just with me. She’s mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And guess what?” I paused for dramatic effect and chuckled. “She’s carrying my child.”

Silence. Then a sharp inhale.

I grinned wider, letting the venom drip from every word. “Mmm. The girl you claimed to love. The one you tried to twist with your lies and fear. The one you wanted so badly to break?” I chuckled again. “Well… she’s in my bed. My clothes. My name. My blood now. How does that feel, stepbrother?”

“You bastard—”

“Uh-uh.” I tutted mockingly. “Language. Pregnant woman inside, remember?” I leaned against the railing and smirked. “You should be proud though. In a way, I learned from you. Just like you snatched Suyeon and destroyed her, I snatched Y/n. Only difference?” My voice dropped, slow and threatening. “I built her back up. I gave her something you never could… love. Safety. Family.”

“You think this is over?” Junghyun hissed. “You think I won’t come for her?”

I tilted my head, voice low but full of dark amusement. “Oh, I want you to come, Junghyun. Please. Do it.”

He didn’t speak. I could hear the rage trembling in his breath.

I chuckled, but this time the sweetness vanished, replaced with pure malice. “Your time is near, dear stepbrother. Hell’s getting ready for you. Warm, loud, just the way you deserve. And me?” I’ll be your escort.”

“You won’t touch me—”

I cut him off, calm and slow. “The difference between you and me? I don’t warn, I finish. You touched a girl who begged. You made her bleed and cry. You destroyed families, and now you dare to call me?”

I smiled again. A sick, slow smile. “The clock is ticking, Junghyun. Every second you breathe is a second borrowed. And I don’t like debts.”

I ended the call.

The silence that followed was heavier than before. But I liked it. It meant he was afraid.

I turned and walked back into the room, heart calm, expression softening the second I saw Y/n still curled up under the blankets.

I crawled back in beside her, pulled her close to me, and whispered against her hair,

“No one will ever hurt you again, baby. I promise.”

And if Junghyun wanted to test that?
He’d learn what hell felt like—straight from the devil’s favorite son.

I had just slipped my phone back into my pocket, the ghost of a smirk still lingering on my lips after that call with Junghyun. The night was quiet again, I saw her stir.

She made a soft sound, like a sleepy hum, and turned her head slightly on the pillow. Her brows furrowed as if something was bothering her, and then her voice—hoarse, fragile—broke the silence.

“Who was that…?” she asked, eyes fluttering open halfway, still lost somewhere between a dream and waking.

I froze for a moment. Damn it. I didn’t want her to hear any of that. She needed peace, not this chaos.

“Hey,” I whispered, walking over quickly and sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re awake?”

“Kinda…” she mumbled, blinking up at me. “Your phone rang. You sounded angry…”

I chuckled softly, brushing my fingers through her hair. “I always sound angry when I talk to cockroaches, sweetheart.”

She yawned and turned her face into the pillow. “Mmm… was it work?”

“No,” I said gently, cupping her cheek. “It was Junghyun.”

That woke her up a bit more.

She opened her eyes fully now, her gaze meeting mine, a hint of alarm in them. “Why is he calling you?” she asked, trying to sit up. “What did he want?”

“Shhh…” I helped her ease back down and placed my palm on her stomach protectively. “Relax, okay? He’s just trying to rattle me.”

She looked at me with that deep, questioning gaze that always made me feel like she could see straight through to my soul.

“What did he say?” she asked softly.

I sighed, then chuckled. “Oh, nothing important. Just the usual pathetic attempts at threats. So I told him…” I leaned down closer, whispering near her ear, “That the woman he once dared to touch with his dirty lies? She’s mine now. Completely. I told him our baby is growing inside you, and he’ll never even be able to breathe near you again.”

She blinked at me, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “…You said that?”

“Damn right I did,” I grinned. “You should’ve heard the silence on the other end. I swear, if satisfaction had a sound, that was it.”

She let out a soft laugh, though I could still see the worry behind her eyes. I moved in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“He’s not getting to you again, Y/n. Not now. Not ever.”

“…You still shouldn’t have picked up,” she mumbled, voice sleepy again but laced with concern. “You should be resting too.”

“You were sleeping so soundly, angel,” I whispered, “and I didn’t want you to hear his name again. You’ve been through enough.”

She shifted, wrapping her arms loosely around my waist, burying her face against my chest. “I hate him…”

“I know,” I said, stroking her back slowly. “But don’t waste your energy on hate. Leave that to me.”

There was a long pause, her breathing slow, steady.

Then her sleepy voice came again. “…You promise he can’t come near us?”

I leaned down and whispered near her temple, my voice low and absolute.

“I promise. The next time he tries, it’ll be the last thing he ever does.”

She let out a small sigh, finally letting herself relax in my arms.

And I stayed like that, holding her gently, my gaze hard as steel over her shoulder.

Because I meant every single word.
He had crossed lines that could never be forgiven.
And now, I was done playing nice.