The weeks that followed the lake house were reckless.

Jungkook became insatiable. Every stolen moment was a chance to have her—pressed against the laundry room door while Hana was in the shower, bent over the kitchen counter late at night, even pinned against the bathroom sink while Hana knocked outside, complaining she needed her hairbrush.

Taehyung told herself she would stop him, that she’d say no next time. But each time his hands slid over her body, each time his cock pushed inside her, all she could do was moan his name and give in.

And then, a month later, the three of them were back at the clinic.

The sterile smell of the hospital made Tae’s stomach twist. She sat quietly in the chair, palms damp, while Hana chatted on her phone about some salon appointment, oblivious. Jungkook sat beside Tae, his knee brushing hers, his hand hidden between them, thumb stroking her palm gently.

The door opened, and the gynecologist stepped in with a wide smile.

Doctor: “Good news. Congratulations—she’s pregnant.”

The room went still.

Hana gasped, clapping her hands together.

Hana: “Oh my god—really? Mom, you’re amazing! We’re having a baby, Kook!”

She threw her arms around Jungkook’s neck, kissing his cheek, tears sparkling in her eyes.

Jungkook smiled for her, nodding, but his gaze never left Taehyung. His eyes were dark, shining, full of something deeper than joy.

Our baby.

Taehyung’s heart pounded in her chest. She forced a weak smile, letting Hana squeeze her hand, congratulating her. But her gaze flickered to Jungkook—his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on her belly as if already claiming what grew there.

Hana (excited): “We’re finally going to be parents! Thank you, Mom… thank you for doing this for us.”

Taehyung swallowed hard, guilt pricking her chest. She nodded, murmuring,

Tae: “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

But under the table, Jungkook’s hand found hers again, squeezing firmly, possessively.

The doctor continued talking about prenatal vitamins, schedules, and next visits, but Taehyung barely heard a word. Her ears rang, her mind spinning.

She was pregnant.

With Jungkook’s baby.

And as Hana hugged her again, chattering about nursery colors and names, Jungkook’s eyes never left her. The weight of his stare burned into her skin, making her shiver with both fear and forbidden longing.