“IUI... That’s how Taehyung got pregnant,” Yoongi confessed, his voice heavy with the weight of the past.

Jimin’s eyes widened as he stared at his father, trying to process the secret he had just learned. “Then what happened?”

Yoongi hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Then... I brought Taehyung to our home. When Namjoon came back and found out, he was furious. He couldn’t accept it. He was stubborn and insisted on taking Taehyung back to his place. Two or three weeks later, the pregnancy was confirmed. Namjoon was adamant about abortion—Taehyung was only 18, after all—but I... I couldn’t let it happen. My selfishness got in the way.”

“You talked to Taehyung?” Jimin asked softly.

“Yes,” Yoongi nodded, his voice cracking. “I talked to him. Poor boy... He agreed to keep the pregnancy for Jungkook’s sake. He loved him that much. He was willing to endure it all.”

Jimin frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his chest. “All? What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t just one baby,” Yoongi said, his voice trembling. “It was twins—a boy and a girl. But it wasn’t easy for Taehyung. His body was too fragile. He was hospitalized for six months. He couldn’t even move properly, and Jungkook... Jungkook was recovering from his own struggles.”

Jimin’s heart sank as he listened. “And then?”

Yoongi swallowed hard. “I thought things would be alright eventually. I hoped for it. But one day... Tae was kidnapped from the hospital. He was eight months pregnant then. We searched everywhere, desperate to find him. When we finally did, it was in an abandoned factory in a rural area. He had already given birth by then.”

Jimin gasped. “What?!”

Yoongi closed his eyes, the memory clearly still haunting him. “Yes. He delivered the twins in that horrible place. But Taehyung... he fell into a deep depression afterward. He became violent whenever he saw the children. He couldn’t handle it.”

“What happened then?” Jimin’s voice wavered, filled with both anger and sorrow.

“Namjoon and Jin made a decision together. Jin took care of the children while Namjoon focused on helping Taehyung recover. People think they’re separated, but they’re not. Your mom was with Jin, helping to raise the twins. It took Taehyung a year and a half in therapy and a mental health facility to get better.”

Jimin’s fists clenched. “Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this, Dad?”

Yoongi let out a shaky breath, his guilt evident. “I wanted to, Jimin. But how could I? Taehyung suffered so much for this family—because of our selfishness. All because he loved your brother. When we found him in that factory, Jimin... he was almost dead. Both his hands were broken. He had a deep wound on his spine. And yet, even in that state, he protected his children and brought them into the world. After everything, he still spent another year in a mental asylum, fighting to heal. He deserves all the happiness in the world.”

Jimin’s eyes filled with tears as he took a deep breath to steady himself. “Don’t worry, Dad. He’ll get it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Yoongi looked at his son with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you, Jimin. That means everything.”

************

You bloody leach go and die with your unborn sins. A memory made her clench her fists tightly. It was her—the one who had stabbed Taehyung. But how had he and his children escaped that night? The thought consumed her. She sank to the floor, her mind racing.

“What should I do now?” she muttered to herself. “I did all this for money, but now... it’s more than money. It’s Jungkook. I want him. Sorry, Tae... if I have to, I’ll kill you now. And this time, I won’t hesitate to take your children too.”

Her lips curled into a bitter smile as she stood up, her resolve hardening. Without wasting another moment, she walked out of the room, her eyes scanning for Taehyung.

“Aaahh!” she cried out as something struck her face with force.

“Oh no! Sorry!” Taehyung’s voice rang out as he jogged toward her, a basketball in his hands. He smiled sheepishly. “I was playing. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes widening in concern as he noticed the blood dripping from her nose.

“You—!” she began angrily, but the sharp pain in her nose made her words falter. She pressed a hand against her face, wincing.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook’s voice interrupted, and he appeared moments later. His gaze shifted from her bleeding nose to Taehyung, who stood there holding the ball. “What happened?” he demanded.

“She hit her nose with the ball and got injured,” Taehyung explained innocently.

“How?” Jungkook asked, frowning.

“Like this!” Taehyung exclaimed and, without warning, threw the ball at her again. This time, the impact made her lose her balance, and she fell backward with a loud thud.

“Oh my God!” Jungkook cried, rushing to her side.

“Why did you kill her?!” Taehyung shouted dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at Jungkook.

“Me?!” Jungkook looked at him in disbelief.

“Oh my God, Jungkook! You invited her here to kill her, didn’t you? How terrible! So bad, Jungkook

“Kim fucking Taehyung!” Jungkook snapped, his voice laced with anger as he glared at Taehyung. “Call the reception and ask for an ambulance. Now!”

Taehyung blinked, momentarily startled by Jungkook’s outburst, before nodding and grabbing his phone.
Jungkook crouched down, carefully lifting her into his arms. “Let me carry her,” he muttered, his tone softer but still tinged with frustration. His jaw was tight, and his movements were swift, yet gentle.

She was admitted to the hospital, her condition stable but still concerning. Jungkook paced the corridor outside her room, his face dark with frustration. His emotions boiled over as he turned to Taehyung, who stood quietly nearby.

“Why are you like this?” Jungkook shouted, his voice echoing through the hallway. “Are you a child? Do you ever think before you act?”

Taehyung lowered his gaze, avoiding Jungkook’s piercing stare. “No,” he mumbled softly.

Jungkook let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “I’m telling you, Tae... Don’t show me this face again,” he snapped before storming off, his anger radiating with every step.

Taehyung stood there, his fists clenched at his sides. His lips trembled as he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with emotion. “She wasn’t a child when she tried to kill me and our children... Was she?”

The memory stung, and his heart ached at the unfairness of it all. His expression shifted, the corners of his lips pulling into a pout. “If you don’t want to see my face, then I don’t want to see yours either,” he whispered to himself, bitterness lacing his words. With a huff, he turned and walked away, his head low. Despite his words, his heart was heavy, weighed down by anger , pain, and longing.