DELUTION IN TEN

He has never had a man; how can he have children?

"Kim Taehyung, a 24-year-old third-rate boy cartoonist, now resides in the city. Do you want to retell the story of every school, friend, and family member you have read about since childhood?"

Jungkook is looking at him, revealing his identity and eliminating the possibility of a mistake in his speech.

He is correct.

Taehyung was staring at his overly cute face. "But, sir, I don't know you."

We do not know each other; how can I give birth to a baby?

"Do not pretend you are crazy with me; give me the child you hid."

Jeon Jungkook is impatient, and his thumb is lightly gripping the pistol.

It is almost impossible to avoid becoming angry at any time.

The eyes of men are cold and abnormal.

He was scared, cold, and sweaty, but also excited. "I did not have a pregnancy. Can you check it out so you can't be so indiscriminate?"

"Check it out; I will check it right now."

Jungkook was outraged by his swearing and denial.

Unfortunately, Jungkook swept the body underneath his white gauze. His body was covered in white gauze, much like a cacoon. He revealed only his shoulders. The yarn lining his skin was extremely fair, like that of a newborn baby.

A drop of sweat pushed up the edge of his skin, and the image was appealing as it emerged from the bathtub.

Jungkook's throat tightened abruptly, and a strange heat spread rapidly throughout his body.

He looked down and noticed more and more sweat on his face, even soaking the white gauze. Under the yarn, a dark surgery on the flat lower abdomen looms

"Why have you not given birth to your child?"

Jungkook insisted, and the black scorpion concluded that he had given birth to a child.

When Taehyung noticed that his spring was leaking, he reached out and held his lower abdomen, blushing. "This is what the appendix surgery left, and there is a side from the caesarean section."

"Then you are obeying; I must check."

Jungkook dropped the gun, and the tall figure compelled him.

The smell of his own man irritates the fire in his body, and he needs to be vented.

"How do you check this?" Taehyung asked, stunned, before shouting, "Hey, do not come over."

The man in front approaches him step by step, with a strong and terrible gas field and a pair of eyes staring straight at him, like a hunter looking for prey. Such a clear vision is to remove her bones and peel, live and swallow clean.

"What do you want to do? Do not come over."

When Taehyung kept returning, he went straight back to bed and retired.

Jungkook has already climbed into bed, kneeling in front of him and pressing his back against the back of his head, his tall figure enveloping him.

He is completely enveloped in his shadow.

"An exam."

Jungkook spit out two words, his eyes fixed on him. The twilight is deep, as if he had no cover for his eyes.

"I do not have to wait so close," he replied, perplexed.

"This is called a recent moment; the negative distance between a man and a man is called close."

"What are you talking about, I tell you? Do not be embarrassed."

When Taehyung's words were cut off by the man's thin lips, the protesters had no time to say anything else. The man picked up the white gauze on his body with his large palm. The strong, hot body pressed down, provoking the room. The temperature rises to its highest

"what"

When Taehyung screamed and awoke from his sleep, the small nest he rented was more luxurious than the presidential suite.

After nearly ten minutes in the same location, Taehyung realized he was dreaming.

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