The evening started like any other. Dinner plates clinked, the air heavy with silence. Hana sat at the table scrolling on her phone, barely touching her food, occasionally glancing up only to glare at her mother.

Taehyung lowered her gaze, quietly chewing, trying to pretend she didn’t notice the looks. Her belly was swollen now, visible even beneath the loose dress she wore. Her breasts strained against the thin fabric, damp patches forming at the nipples. It was humiliating enough—without Hana’s sharp words.

Hana, scoffing: “God, Mom… could you not wear clothes that tight? You’re… leaking again. It’s disgusting.”

Taehyung froze, cheeks heating.

Tae, soft: “I… I can’t help it, Hana. It just happens sometimes—”

Hana, rolling her eyes: “Well try. It’s embarrassing. No wonder Dad’s not here, and now Jungkook has to—”

The words cut deep. Jungkook slammed his fork down on the table with a loud clank, making both women jump. His chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at Hana, fury blazing in his eyes.

Kook, voice low and sharp: “Enough.”

Hana blinked.

Hana: “What—?”

Kook, louder, shaking: “Enough, Hana! You don’t get to talk to your mother like that. Not ever again.”

The room fell deathly silent. Taehyung’s eyes went wide, heart pounding. Jungkook had never raised his voice like this.

Hana laughed bitterly, trying to brush it off.

Hana: “Why are you suddenly so protective? She’s my mom, not yours. You don’t understand what it’s like living with—”

Kook, cutting her off, shouting: “She’s not just your mom. She’s—” His voice cracked, but he pressed on. “She’s the woman I love.”

The words dropped like a bomb.

Taehyung gasped, hands flying to her mouth, tears instantly filling her eyes. They had fucked, they had whispered filthy things, they had shared moments that felt dangerously close to love—but neither had said it out loud. Until now.

Hana froze, eyes wide in shock.

Hana: “What… did you just say?”

Jungkook stood, chest heaving, voice steady now.

Kook: “I love her. I’ve always loved her. Not you, Hana. Her.” He turned, looking at Taehyung with raw intensity. “Taehyung, I love you.”

Tears spilled down Taehyung’s cheeks. She shook her head in disbelief, lips trembling.

Tae, whispering: “Kook… we… we never said it…”

Kook, stepping closer, firm: “But it’s true. You know it. I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Hana’s chair screeched back as she shot up.

Hana, shrieking: “You’re insane! She’s my mother! How the fuck could you—how could you two—”

Jungkook didn’t back down. His voice was ice.

Kook: “Because she’s everything you’re not. She’s kind. She’s gentle. She gave me what you refused—a baby.”

He turned sharply, staring Hana down as she shook with rage.

Kook, cutting through her stammering: “That child she’s carrying isn’t yours, Hana. It’s ours. Mine and hers. Not yours.”

The room spun. Hana’s face went pale, then flushed with fury.

Hana, screaming: “You disgusting—fucking—cheating pigs! Both of you! Slut! Whore! Motherfucking traitors!”

She lunged toward Taehyung, eyes wild, hand raised as if to strike.

Taehyung stumbled back, tears streaming, clutching her belly protectively. But before Hana could reach her, Jungkook stepped in front of Tae, grabbing Hana’s wrist mid-air.

Kook, deadly calm: “Don’t. You will not lay a finger on her.”

Hana’s chest heaved, struggling against his grip.

Hana, spitting venom: “You’re throwing away your life—your marriage—for her?!”

Kook, cold and certain: “I’d throw away everything for her. For us. For my child. You and I are done, Hana. I’ll give you a divorce. I don’t care what it costs me.”

Taehyung sobbed softly behind him, shaking her head, overwhelmed by the brutal honesty pouring out.

Kook, glancing back at Tae, voice softening only for her: “I want to marry you someday, Taehyung. I want to raise our baby with you. I don’t want to hide anymore.”

Taehyung covered her face, her body trembling with shock and heartbreak, because even though it was dangerous—it was the truth she had buried deep inside herself too.

Hana let out a guttural scream, sweeping dishes off the table, plates shattering, food splattering across the floor.

Hana, shrieking: “You’ll regret this! Both of you! I’ll ruin you—”

But Jungkook’s voice cut through, final and sharp.

Kook: “No. I’m done with you. I’m taking her away. Far away from your cruelty, your jealousy, your poison. She deserves better. Our baby deserves better.”

Hana froze, chest rising and falling in rapid gasps, tears mixing with fury. Taehyung clung to Jungkook’s arm, terrified, broken, but silently relieved he stood between them.

For the first time, their secret was no longer a secret.

And the world around them would never be the same.