The doorbell rang, slicing through the quiet of the Jeon household. Y/N’s stomach tightened, an instinctive fear and unease twisting in her chest.

“I’ll get it,” Jungkook muttered, brushing past her and stepping to the door.

Y/N stayed back, her hand resting protectively over her belly. When the door opened, her heart sank at the sight: Taehyung and Hwasa, standing there with carefully polite smiles.

“Y/N,” Taehyung said warmly, his voice like honey. “I heard you weren’t feeling well… thought I’d come check on you.”

He stepped forward, handing her a bouquet of soft, pastel flowers. His eyes lingered on her face, soft and attentive, and the way he lightly rested a hand on her arm as he spoke sent a jolt through her chest.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened instantly. The subtle touch, the way Taehyung’s gaze lingered on Y/N—it made his blood boil.

Hwasa moved beside Taehyung, her smile sweet but sharp. She glanced at Jungkook, lingering too long, her body language deliberately intimate.

Y/N’s eyes followed her. A pang of jealousy struck her, sudden and sharp. She had always hated Hwasa, but seeing her fawn over Jungkook, laughing softly at things only he would say, made her chest tighten with anger she couldn’t control.

“Sit down, Y/N,” Taehyung said, guiding her to the couch with exaggerated care. “You should rest. These twins… they’re precious, but they need their mother to be well.”

Y/N forced a small nod, her body tense. Every word, every gesture, was calculated to provoke Jungkook—and it worked.

Jungkook’s hand curled into a fist at his side. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes fixed on Taehyung. “Stay still,” he warned softly, but the warning carried a deadly edge.

Taehyung didn’t flinch. “I’m only concerned about Y/N,” he said smoothly, placing a hand over hers briefly. “That’s all.”

The touch was light, innocent—or so he pretended—but Jungkook’s gaze was ice. Y/N felt it too, a surge of protective fear and embarrassment.

Hwasa leaned closer to Jungkook, laughing softly at something he said about Jay. Y/N’s heart pounded as she watched him smile at Hwasa—the same smile he reserved for her so rarely, the one he had once given to her in gentler times.

When they left, the tension in the house didn’t dissipate. Y/N closed the door behind them, breathing heavily, her hands trembling.

“That was…” she began, but words failed.

“You’re jealous,” Jungkook said quietly, his voice low and dark, leaning against the wall. His chest heaved, but his eyes were fixed on her, demanding, questioning.

Y/N’s eyes blazed. “Jealous? You think this is about jealousy?” she snapped. “You call yourself a husband, Jungkook… you sit there, pretending to love me, but all you care about are the babies inside me! That’s all! You think I don’t know? You’ll leave the moment I give birth! You don’t care about me, you never did!”

Her voice broke, tears streaking down her face. “You assaulted me, Jungkook! You ruined me! You think saying ‘I love you’ now erases that? Do you? Do you even see the woman you’ve destroyed? Or are you only obsessed with the control you’ve had over my body?”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, pain and rage mixing together. He stepped closer, his hand trembling as he reached for her. “Y/N… stop,” he said, voice low but firm.

“I won’t stop!” she yelled, stepping back. “I can’t forget! I can’t forgive! You think your words can fix what you’ve done?”

Without warning, Jungkook moved, sweeping her into his arms effortlessly. Y/N gasped, struggling, but his grip was unyielding. He carried her to the bed, laying her down gently yet firmly.

He leaned over her, hands braced on either side of her head, his eyes burning into hers. “Y/N, listen to me!” he said, voice raw. “Everything I did in the past… it was my mistake. I was a monster, I know that. But I love you. Only you. Not the babies, not anyone else. I love you, Y/N. And I will never leave you. Never. Not now, not ever.”

Y/N’s tears flowed freely, her chest heaving. “How can I believe you? How… how do I know you won’t…”

Jungkook pressed his lips to hers, a kiss that was fierce, possessive, yet full of pleading. “Believe me,” he whispered against her mouth. “I am yours. Only yours. Everything else… it’s nothing compared to you. Nothing.”

She clung to him, shivering, unsure if she hated him or needed him, unsure if she could ever trust again. But in that moment, every doubt, every fear, was drowned by the intensity of his declaration.

Outside, in the shadows of the city, Taehyung’s eyes glimmered with a darkness no one saw. His charming mask hid a plan, a hunger for power, a desire to take from Jungkook everything he loved. His jealousy simmered, his obsession with Y/N sharp and calculating.

Hwasa, walking beside him, smiled coldly. She had seen Jungkook’s protectiveness, Y/N’s fragility. She knew exactly how to push the right buttons, to sow discord, to make Y/N’s fragile peace collapse.

Taehyung whispered something, his tone soft but venomous. “Soon, she’ll be mine… and nothing he can do will stop me.”

Hwasa’s smirk widened. “And I’ll make sure he knows it… that he can never truly have peace.”

Inside the Jeon household, Y/N clung to Jungkook, unaware of the storm gathering outside, unaware that their fragile bubble of love and protection was about to be tested in ways they could never imagine.

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Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, the soft moonlight spilling over her bare shoulders. Her hand rested on her swollen belly, feeling the subtle, insistent kicks of the twins. But tonight, the sensation inside her wasn’t just the babies moving—it was a heat she couldn’t control, a burning hunger that made her blood pulse unevenly.

She shivered and pressed her lips together, trying to fight the need rising inside her. But every time she felt Jungkook in the same room, every time she remembered the way his body had dominated hers in the past, her desire flared uncontrollably. And that thought… that thought filled her with shame.

“I hate myself,” she whispered into the darkness, hugging her knees to her chest. “I… I can’t believe I’m feeling this… after everything. After what he did… and I still… I want him. God, why am I like this?”

Her tears dripped silently onto the sheets. She hated herself for the hunger, hated herself for remembering, hated herself for craving the man who had once torn

her apart. Yet her body betrayed her, betraying everything her mind screamed.

Jungkook entered the room quietly, holding a small tray with water and a piece of fruit. He stopped when he saw her curled up, the moonlight catching the tears on her cheeks.

“Y/N…” His voice was gentle, careful, measured.

She flinched, her heart hammering. The memory of his assaults surged unbidden, sharp and jagged. “Stay… stay away,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Don’t… don’t touch me.”

He didn’t. He set the tray down on the small table beside the bed, eyes never leaving hers. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just… want you to eat something.”

She pressed her face into her knees, ashamed and desperate. “I… I hate myself… I hate this… this body… this desire… it’s all wrong.”

Jungkook stepped closer, but carefully—his hands empty, his presence steady. “It’s not wrong, Y/N. Your body is changing… your hormones are strong… your desires are natural. None of this is shameful.”

“I feel… disgusting,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I’m… I’m pregnant… and I want… I want you… and I should hate myself for wanting you… but I don’t…” Her breath caught, and she buried her face into the pillow.

Jungkook knelt beside her, his gaze soft but unwavering. “Baby, look at me.” She didn’t at first, too ashamed. He gently lifted her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. “I know your body aches, your hormones are raging, and yes… I know your mind is tangled with fear and memories. But nothing you feel makes you a bad person. You are my wife, the mother of my children, and I will never… ever force you.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I… I want you… and I… I should hate myself… I shouldn’t… but I do… God, Jungkook, what’s wrong with me?”

He wrapped her in his arms, holding her close, not touching her where she didn’t want, just the gentle,protective embrace. “Nothing is wrong with you, Y/N. Your body is reacting naturally. Your feelings don’t erase your worth, they don’t erase your courage. You are still the strongest woman I know, and I love you… every part of you, even the parts you hate.”

She trembled against him, a mix of frustration, shame, and longing coursing through her. “I… I’m scared… I don’t know if I can ever forgive you… and yet… my body… it’s betraying me…”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I’ll never take advantage of that. Not now, not ever. I will wait… and I’ll prove to you, in every small way, that you’re safe. That your body, your heart, your soul… they’re mine to protect, not to hurt.”

Y/N let herself lean into him, her tears soaking into his shirt. She hated herself for the desire she couldn’t control. She hated that her body remembered what it shouldn’t. But in the quiet of his embrace, in the steadiness of his restraint, she felt—just a little—safe.

And though her longing still simmered, she knew that this time, the fire inside her would not be misused. This time, Jungkook’s love was patient, protective, and unwavering.

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