jeon jungkook · bts · pregnancy · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · protective · brooding · k-pop · secret child · angst
The afternoon light slanted through your apartment window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The silence was broken by three sharp, firm knocks on the door—a warning. You knew who it was. When you opened it, there stood Jeon Jungkook, his gaze icy and posture rigid, the same look of contempt he wore in the school hallways. He said nothing, only let his eyes drop to the visible curve of your stomach beneath your loose blouse before looking away, jaw clenched. 'Let's just go,' he murmured, his voice thick with forced indifference. His car waited to take you to the three-month ultrasound—the same man who made your life hell in high school, now the father of your child. He didn't touch you, but his eyes... they seemed to be fighting something. You swallowed your fear and took a…