Y/N stayed hidden for weeks, avoiding Jungkook's calls, messages, and visits. But the silence couldn't last forever. One evening, as the sun dipped behind the horizon, Jungkook cornered her outside her home, his face a storm of desperation and pleading.

"Y/N... please... just listen to me," he said, his voice trembling in ways she had never heard before. "I... I can't live without you. I can't... I just... if you leave me, I-I don't know what I'll do!"

She looked at him, heart pounding, a mix of fear, anger, and lingering traces of old feelings. "You think threatening me, holding me, manipulating me... that makes love? You don't get to destroy me and then claim my life as your own!" she spat, tears streaming. "I won't... I can't let you do this to me!"

Jungkook's hands shook, reaching out, but she recoiled. "Y/N... I'm begging you. Don't make me lose you," he said, desperation cracking the edges of his voice. "I'll do anything... anything you want. Don't leave me alone..."

But Y/N knew that "anything" from him had already destroyed her life once. She turned away, her back trembling against the wall. She had to protect herself-her body, her heart, her future.

Months passed. Y/N soon discovered she was pregnant. The tiny life growing inside her became both a source of hope and a shadow of fear. She trembled as she confronted him.

"I'm... I'm pregnant," she whispered, barely holding back sobs. "Jungkook... you have to... you have to take responsibility. Marry me. We... we can't do this alone." Her hands shook as she gripped his shirt.

Jungkook froze, his eyes widening. A strange silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating. Finally, his voice came, cold and detached, cutting through her like a knife.

"I... I can't, Y/N. My life... my family... this isn't how it's supposed to be. I can't marry you," he said, the words so final they shattered her world.

"Why?" she cried, tears pouring freely. "Why would you do this to me? To us? Is this what you wanted all along?!"

"I... I can't explain. I... I just... it's not possible," he muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Her heart broke in pieces. Feeling cornered, alone, and utterly powerless, she made the painful decision to seek medical help. But when she went to the hospital, the staff, concerned about legal and parental consent, called her father.

Her father, stricken with shock and panic, confronted her. "Y/N... who... who is the father?" His voice shook, full of disbelief and fear for his daughter.

"It's Jungkook," she whispered, tears blinding her. "It's... him. He... he did this. He won't... he won't take responsibility."

Her father's hands shook as he dialed Jungkook's father, pleading for justice. But the response was icy,dismissive, cruel.

"My son will never marry a girl from a poor family," the elder Jeon sneered. "This changes nothing. Forget it. Your daughter... your family... they are beneath us."

Y/N's father fell to his knees before them, his voice cracking, "Please... please, I beg you! For the child... for Y/N... don't let this happen!"

Jungkook's father smirked, turning away, and Jungkook himself looked on silently, conflicted yet unyielding. His pride, his fear, and his arrogance were stronger than any plea.

Alone, Y/N was taken far from her home. Weeks turned into months in a remote village, surrounded by strangers. She endured the hardships of pregnancy without support, holding onto hope only through the tiny life stirring inside her. And then, the day came.

She gave birth to twins-a boy and a girl. But the moment of joy was brief. Her body, weakened by isolation, poverty, and the trauma she had endured, could not bear the strain. With her last breath, she whispered, "Live... live for them... be happy... forgive him... maybe one day..." and then she was gone.

Her children, innocent and unaware, slept peacefully, oblivious to the tragedy that had brought them into the world.

Years passed. Jungkook had married the girl his parents had arranged, but life was hollow. A tragic accident had robbed him of the ability to father children. Pride, wealth, power-they all felt meaningless. For the first time, he truly understood emptiness.

One day, his father commanded coldly, "Find Y/N. Bring me her children. They are your responsibility now."

Jungkook obeyed, though a cold dread filled him. The journey led him to a small village. And there, he saw the impossible: Y/N's children, four years old, tiny hands in the soil, helping their grandfather reap crops under the sun. Their laughter, so innocent and pure, shattered him further.

"Go from here," Y/N's father shouted as soon as he recognized Jungkook. The slap across Jungkook's face burned-not physically, but deeper, into his pride and soul.

"I... I just want to see her... I need to see Y/N," Jungkook stammered, tears welling. "I... I need to... I..."

"Her? She's gone," Y/N's father said, voice trembling with anger and grief. "She died giving life to your children! And you... you have the nerve to stand here? Get out!"

Jungkook was led silently to a small grave behind the house. A simple stone, wildflowers, the name: Y/N.

He fell to his knees, sobs tearing from his chest, body shaking, hands clutching the earth. "Y/N... Y/N... forgive me... forgive me... I was a fool... I was a coward... I didn't deserve you... I-"

The wind carried the sound of the children's laughter across the fields. They ran past him, chasing each other, clapping small hands over faces, shouting little joys. And Jungkook's heart broke all over again. These were the children he had created, the living fragments of the woman he had destroyed.

"I... I can't change anything," he whispered to the grave, tears streaking his face. "I can't bring you back... I can't fix the pain... but I... I will protect them... I swear I will... I will be there for them... for you..."

For hours, he stayed there, knees in the dirt, heart in pieces, watching the children. And slowly, through the unbearable grief, he realized: love was not possession. Love was sacrifice. Love was memory.

And Y/N-through her life, her death, and the children she left behind-had shown him a love he had never deserved.

Jungkook stayed on his knees long after the wind had died down. The sun was setting, painting the sky in blood-red and gold, as if the heavens themselves mourned with him. His hands, still clutching the earth of Y/N's grave, shook violently. Every sob tore at his chest.

"I... I didn't realize... I didn't know... Y/N..." he whispered, voice cracking. "I thought I was losing everything when I married her, when my parents made me... but I... I never understood what I lost until now."

From the corner of his eye, he saw the twins-small, curious, unaware of the storm raging in the man before them-playing with sticks and mud. Their laughter, pure and innocent, cut him to pieces. They were hers. They were Y/N's children. His children. And yet, she wasn't here.

He tried to reach out, stepping slowly toward them, but Y/N's father stepped between, eyes blazing. "Do not touch them. You have no right here. You never did."

Jungkook's chest heaved. "Please... I am their father. I... I can't bring her back... but I... I can protect them. I can raise them... I can... I can give them what I took from her."

"You took everything from her," Y/N's father spat. "Her dignity. Her life. And now you come here, crying over your own emptiness, while she lies in the ground? You have no words, no excuse that can undo this."

Jungkook fell to his knees again. "I know. I know, and I don't deserve forgiveness. I only... I only want them to live a life she would have wanted. Please... let me... let me do something right, even if it's too late."

For a long moment, silence hung over the field. The children approached slowly, curious, sensing the sorrow in this stranger's eyes but not yet understanding him. The boy, small and determined, tugged at his grandfather's sleeve. "Dada... why is that man crying?"

Y/N's father looked down at the children, then at Jungkook, jaw tight, voice trembling. "He's crying for himself, not for you. He has caused your mother's death, and now he pretends to feel grief. You... must not listen to him. Remember your mother's strength, not his weakness."

The girl, holding a tiny flower, stepped forward, clutching it tightly. "Mama loved flowers," she whispered, almost to herself, but Jungkook caught it. His breath hitched. That was her. That small voice, the flower... it was Y/N. She was in them, alive in them, and he had never realized until now.

"Please... let me see them... just for a moment," Jungkook said, voice breaking so fully it sounded like it might shatter. "I... I promise I will never harm them. I only want... I only want to be part of their lives. They... they are hers, and I... I... I failed her, I failed all of you, but I..."

Y/N's father's face softened slightly, though his eyes still held the pain of years. "You failed... more than you can imagine. But they are children. Innocent. They deserve safety, care... love. Not your ego, not your guilt. If you truly wish to honor Y/N... then you must first prove you can protect them, not destroy them."

Jungkook's knees sank into the soil. "I will. I swear on her memory... I will never let anyone hurt them. I will teach them what love really is... what sacrifice means... what honor means... because she showed me all of it, and I didn't see it until it was too late."

The grandfather watched silently as Jungkook bowed his head, tears soaking the earth around him. The twins, hesitant but curious, edged closer. The boy extended a small hand. "Are you... really going to help us?"

Jungkook's voice was choked. "Yes... I will. I may have been a coward before... I may have caused pain... but I will spend the rest of my life making it right. I promise you both... I will protect you. Always."

The girl offered her flower to him, small petals brushing his trembling fingers. He took it carefully, as if it were fragile as life itself. The scent reminded him of Y/N-soft, strong, unforgettable. His body shook as he whispered, "Y/N... your children... they are alive because of you. I... I will never forget you."

For the first time, there was a tentative calm. Y/N's father stepped back, letting Jungkook rise. The children remained near him, unsure, wary, yet sensing his sincerity. The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the field, the wind whispering through the crops, carrying with it a sense of quiet reckoning.

Jungkook looked at the small grave one last time. "I can't bring you back... but I can honor you. I can raise them... love them... keep your memory alive."

The world he had built with pride and arrogance lay in ruins, but from those ruins, a sliver of redemption flickered. He had lost everything-Y/N, his chance at a normal life, his innocence-but he had gained clarity. He had the children. And through them, a chance to learn what true love and sacrifice really meant.

The twins laughed again, chasing each other through the fields, while Jungkook stayed still, tears streaming down his face, whispering a silent vow to Y/N: "I will not fail them. I will not fail you. Never again."

.......

The Twin...

To be continued....

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