"Eventually, everything connects"

Jungkook's P.O.V

The road was midnight under the claustrophobic tension of the sky. The grey clouds almost concealing the bright stars, conquering full blackness. In this type of atmosphere, the only people intend to do is to wake up from a heavy slumber to the sound of rain. But here I am, enjoying the made-up claustrophobic comfort of the car destined for some congratulatory party.

My fingers lazily scrolling through the texts that I've sent to Y/n earlier. To be honest, she's the only one who replies to my text pretty soon. And when I say"pretty soon", it means almost immediately. A faint smile plays across my face without my consent, the more I scroll through the texts.

Until the quiet peaceful tension disrupts as Dongmin suddenly gains my attention. The rare sense of hesitance in his expression kinds of pokes my mind.

Should I ask him?

The thought itself consumes my mind since I reach the party. Giving up on my hesitancy, I attempt to ask him but before I could say something he speaks up.

"Umm...sir...I'm really sorry. But I've to leave now." He hesitantly blurts out. That's kind of rare of him as he always maintains a stern aura.

"But why? We've to attend this, you know." I ask in a serious manner. Afraid to see someone hesitant like him when he's the only one to always act perfect.

"I'm sorry, Sir. But my wife needs me right now." He says, keeping his gaze down.

To my ultimate shock, I never heard him mention his wife anytime. Actually, I won't even know that he has one if he didn't mention it this time. But pushing all the astonishment on the back of my mind, my expression softens.

"Okay...If that's urgent. You should leave right now. You could use the car if you want to," I state in a calm manner.

Contrasting the storm of awful flashbacks from approximately 2 years ago envelops my mind, similar to the grey clouds smothering the stars underneath.

Suffocating.

Dongmin looks at me with a trace of gratitude on his face along with a genuine grin. Conflicting my inner atmosphere, I also force him a smile, assuring him for the last time before he leaves.

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Author's P.O.V

Nausea pounces at her throat for the third time as she tries to force down the bitter greenish-brown alkaline fluid out of her. Her hands tremble while her stomach keeps on contracting harshly forcing everything up. Hot tears trickle down her eyes as she heaves on the toilet bowl. But there's nothing left to go anymore.

The pungent stench plunders her nostrils as she lurches backward. Her face is awfully white along with sweats and tears staining her skin. Better not to mention, the throbbing pain like a toothache in her head.

"Ji-ah!" Dongmin bursts in, only to discover the dreadful state of his wife. Her throat sore from the fluid that her stomach abandoned earlier, restraining her voice in a whisper.

"I'm okay." She weakly whispers. The worry still encrusting the face of Dongmin's, the more he acknowledges her condition.

"Now, get out. I smell like puke." Jiah mutters, weakly pushing him away. Her fingers pushing away her blonde locks away from her face. Beads of sweat glistening her forehead as she breathes visibly.

Vulnerable.

The only word to describe her now. Squeezing her eyes shut by creasing her eyebrows are all Dongmin needs to understand her pain.

"Song Ji-ah! This is not the time to be arrogant." He warns in a horrified tone. His hands grabbing her shoulders in order to make her move out of there. Despite her condition, a bitter chuckle leaves her as she clings to her husband.

"You worry too much. Now I regret texting you in the first place." She speaks, only to receive a glare from her husband. Quite weirdly of her to chuckle more at that, as she only knows what goes on in her head.

"Actually I want to say something." She starts. While Dongmin stares at her with curious eyes. Avoiding his stare, she takes her own time. Afraid of how he would react to her words after.

"Are you okay?" He asks in a calm manner. Grabbing her hand softly in his, only to make her flinch in the process.

"I-" She pauses, diving back to her thoughts. Her gaze down observing his hand on her, such a small gesture never fails to creep a faint smile across her lips.

"I'm pregnant." She finally lets out.

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Y/n's P.O.V

My fingers cautiously grazing the beads studded on my dress. My breathing shallow and rapid. I could feel my pulse pounding my temples.

Nervous.

That's all I could say to express to explain my situation right now. My feet already complaining about the heels that I've chosen for tonight. My mind scolding me for not bringing any jacket or something on this cold night. And here I am, standing in front of the door, contemplating with my sudden nervousness.

Drawing in a deep breath, I try to push all the complaints in the back of my mind as I step in. A very few amount of people gathering at this congratulatory party. Small business talks and affairs are the only things they're immersed in.

Until my boss invites me into the conversation with some people. ' Congratulation', ' Keep up the work' are the comments they leave for me with their fabricated polite smile. My mind induces me to do the same thing, ' Just smile and nod'. A couple more minutes, then I'm gonna enjoy my own time on the food corner.

Just like that, I excuse myself from their tasteless conversation after a few minutes. My feet carry me towards the food corner as I pour myself a drink. Gotta keep it minimal.

Not long before I was enjoying my alone time with food. Smiling and nodding from distance, the more my eyes spots in some recognizable faces among the people.

Until a raspy yet melodious voice disrupts, causing the shiver to run down my veins.

"I didn't know you would also be the one to congratulate." He whispers from behind. His chest pressing against my almost naked back.

[Next update: Friday🤗]