Running a hand through his dark locks, he made his way back to his bedroom to finish packing but paused when he saw Yeontan bouncing by the vibrator in the dog's mouth. Taehyung let out a loud sigh and chased the small dog down.

"Give me the damn vibrator! Why do you even have that!?"

..... ( A Few Hours Later).....

The sound of kisses was heard, the lips smacking loudly along with huffs of breath in the large bedroom. Clothes lay littered across the floor; boxers, shorts, and shirts were strewn across the room, making a trail that leads up to the bed where two bodies lay entangled. Taehyung threw his head back, biting his bottom lip until he pulled at the skin; love bites littered his neck and shoulders, hair sweaty and sticky to his face.

Taehyung arched his back and moaned loudly, rotating his hips in a circular motion as Jungkook suckled at his chest, making sure to leave hickeys to show his claim on the older man. Taehyung's overnight bag was resting at the bottom of the bed, Yeontan inside of it and digging through it to try and find something he would love to chew on while his master was so busy.

"God, Jungkook..." Taehyung's hands trailed over Jungkook's red-tinted shoulders, the long claw marks from Taehyung's nails glowing an angry red. The younger licked up Taehyung's chest, pressing kisses and softly biting at the heated flesh, eliciting more moans out of the pregnant ravenette under him.

"What do you need, baby?" Jungkook asked, voice husky and full of want.

Taehyung screwed his eyes shut, face illuminating when he felt those pouty lips suck as his collar bone and neck. The sound of cloth ripped, and Taehyung fell back against the bed, assisting Jungkook as he tore away the remaining lingerie that was wrapped around his body. After Jungkook came and picked him up, they bought that expensive lingerie for Taehyung to flaunt around the apartment.

But he only got to wear it for maybe twenty minutes before Jungkook ripped it in half, the top of it dangling down to form a provocative skirt that rested around his hips. After Jungkook tore it in half, Taehyung went to change, but instead, he was attacked and forced onto the bed. Jungkook is kissing him senseless.

The kisses were sweet, filling his head with love, and then the kisses escalated into passionate tongue dancing that left both of them breathless.

Taehyung's eyes rolled to the back of his head, hands fisting the sheets when Jungkook found a sensitive area with his tongue, skillfully teasing and lapping at it like he was quenching a thirst.

"Ah...come-come here, baby. Let me kiss you." Taehyung gasped, long fingers wrapping around Jungkook's biceps and snatching him upward and crashing their lips together. Jungkook whimpered when he felt Taehyung's thigh slide between his legs, gently gliding back and forth and stroking his heated member.

"Mmmm..." The younger rolled his hips, feeling the precum bead at the tip of his manhood.

Taehyung pulled back and licked his lips, long fingers massaging the ebony hair that belonged to the man he loves. The two were so wrapped up in each other; they didn't notice the door creaking open to Jungkook's apartment. A certain raven-haired woman walked inside and searched around with wide eyes.

Yoo-Ra was persistent.

She knew Jungkook had gotten a new phone and blocked her number even before she got the chance to get his new number from his assistant. Her sister, a skilled hacker, was fired and barred from entering the company where he and his father worked. She had been threatened with a lawsuit if she managed to get back into Jungkook's records. Even though Jungkook told her many times he was not interested, he did not care for her, didn't want a relationship, and in no way whatsoever wanted anything to do with her romantically or sexually. The woman still found a way to worm her way inside of his life.

Searching around the apartment for any sign of the man she was obsessed with, Yoo-Ra removed the long trench coat she was wearing and dropped it onto the couch, placing it over Taehyung's satchel.

Running fingers through her hair, she stopped and trailed her hands over the black bustier lingerie she was wearing. Yoo-Ra applied red lipstick delicately to her lips, and she double-checked her heels, tapping the toe of them against the floor before she decided to make her way up to Jungkook's bedroom.

As she neared the door that was ajar, a smile came to her face when she thought Jungkook was alone. She could hear him talking, making noises, and a blush came to her face at the thought of catching him in a compromising position that maybe she could help him finish. Her heels didn't make a sound as she walked over the carpeted floor, and her hand slowly slid against the door, pushing it open. She spotted Jungkook lying in bed, eyes closed and brows drew together as he chewed on his bottom lip.

One arm was behind his head, and the other was under the sheets where she could see his hand moving up and down. It was a sight to behold. Just as she fully entered the room, bending down to pull her heels off, Yeontan was staring at her, round eyes wide and his nose twitching, trying to see if he recognized her scent.

Not paying the small dog any attention, she started to creep towards the large bed, but a growl sounded, and Jungkook's eyes popped open. Immediately his eyes went to where Yeontan was at first, and then he turned to see Yoo-Ra staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"What the fuck!?" He cursed. Taehyung came out from under the sheets, lips were swollen, and eyes were searching around.

"What Jungkook?" He questioned only Jungkook to jump from the bed and stormed towards the woman he was fed up with.

Snatching her up by the arm, he threw her outside the bedroom door and tossed her heels out, not caring if they hit her. Slamming the door shut, Jungkook pulled on his boxers, gym shorts, and a tank top. Taehyung called to him, and the younger looked at him with angry eyes.

"Who was that?" The ravenette questioned as he slipped on one of Jungkook's shirts and his sleep shorts. Yeontan was now barking furiously, hair standing up as he clawed at the door, trying to get to the woman that intruded upon his masters. Sighing, Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and stared at Taehyung with guilty eyes.

"It was Yoo-Ra, somehow she got inside, and I'm calling security to find out exactly how she got by the fuckin gate."

The pregnant male stared dumbfounded when the woman's name was mentioned.

"How does she know where you live? How did she even get inside?"

Jungkook could see the panic rising inside Taehyung, and he wanted so badly to stay and calm the older male down. But first, he needed to get Yoo-Ra out of his apartment and make sure this type of incident never happened again. He was fed up with her, and tomorrow he would be calling his father.

"Stay here, Taehyung, okay? I'm going to deal with her."

"What? No."

Clenching his jaw, Jungkook went to fuss at the older male, but he saw the scared look on Taehyung's face and realized why the other male would be reacting the way he was. This was the exact scenario that happened to cause the downfall of their relationship. Instead of his staying to talk to Taehyung, he went out and spoke to the older woman. He forced Taehyung to remain inside of their bedroom.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jungkook nodded and reached a hand out for Taehyung to grasp, interlocking their fingers together. Jungkook opened the door and walked out into the hall.

Looking over the railing, he could see the older woman sitting on the couch, coat back in place, and her hands covering her face in embarrassment. Jungkook had to calm himself, he was beyond pissed, and the fact she continued to find out he was with Taehyung was starting to create a hatred inside of him he was growing afraid of.

Making their way downstairs and into the living room, Jungkook motioned for Taehyung to sit down, but the ravenette stood next to Jungkook, rubbing his flat belly. Yoo-Ra's eyes stared at the pregnant male, and Taehyung stared back, eyebrow cocking upwards and a frown on his handsome face. Seeing the staring contest between the two, Jungkook cleared his throat and stepped in front of Taehyung, shielding him from the woman's heated gaze.

"The fuck are you doing here and give me one reason as to why I shouldn't have your ass thrown in jail for breaking into my home?"

The older woman winced at the harsh tone but played it off, running her hand through her hair and staring down at her bare feet.

"I...um...I just wanted to surprise you." Yoo-Ra mumbled.

Jungkook rolled his eyes before he walked off upstairs to get his cellphone, he motioned for Taehyung to follow him, but the older waved him off and walked into the kitchen. He could hear Jungkook calling the security, and after they were called, he proceeded to call the police. Running a hand through his hair, Taehyung went to fix a cup of tea to try and calm his stomach.

He could feel his emotions building up inside of him, his breathing quickened, and he wiped at his eyes. All of the old feelings were trying to force themselves out, but he beat them back down, refusing to show emotion to the one person who would try and use it against him. Sniffling, he wiped at his nose and rubbed at his stomach once again, he knows it was too soon for him to feel the baby kick, but he still had the feeling of butterflies in his stomach.

Trying not to dwell on negative emotions, he went to busying himself with fixing tea, unaware of the eyes on him, watching his every move.

.......

After fixing his tea, Taehyung fixed himself a cup and started to gently sip at it, hoping it would calm his knotted stomach. He was watching Yoo-Ra from where he stood, brown eyes glittering with emotions. The older woman was sitting on the couch, her eyes roaming over Jungkook's apartment, taking in every decoration and piece of furniture.

Taehyung's wouldn't be surprised if she tried to steal something.

Wiping at his forehead, Taehyung picked up the warm tea kettle, his cup, and another empty cup hooked around his pinky finger and walked back to the living room where he set everything back on the coffee table and placed the empty teacup in front of Yoo-Ra. She looked up at him, making sure to close her trench coat tighter when she felt it slip.

"Regardless of how you entered, it would be rude of me to fix a refreshment and not offer you one. So, here is the tea in case you're thirsty." Taehyung mumbled as he sat down in the armchair, happily sighing when he sunk into the cushion. Yeontan came running downstairs and laid by his owner's feet, eyes watching the woman who intruded upon his masters during their intimate moments.

Yoo-Ra huffed, flicking a strand of her hair over her shoulder. Taehyung rolled his eyes but hid his smirk behind his teacup with the woman, poured herself a cup, and sipped at the warm tea. They sat in silence for a few seconds. They could hear Jungkook upstairs, angrily huffing and puffing as he talked to a police officer on the phone, then he went silent.

Setting her cup back on the table, Yoo-Ra ran her fingers through her hair and slid her eyes over to Taehyung. She took in his long legs, the faint glow to his skin, and then she noticed the light hue to his cheeks, the love bites on his thighs, collar bone, and neck.

Gritting her teeth in anger when she remembered she caught him in bed with Jungkook, she huffed and picked up the teacup, getting ready to take another sip. Still, the image of the other male with Jungkook lit a fire inside of her and slammed the cup back down on the table, causing Yeontan to growl, and Taehyung stared at her with blank eyes.

"You know, Jungkook invited me here. I would never have just shown up uninvited." The woman regarded Taehyuung with a proud look of disdain, and the ravenette arched an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth dropping down into a frown.

Forcing a giggle, Yoo-Ra covered her mouth.

"You know, we slept together after you guys broke up." She gazed at Taehyung out of the corner of her eye. And almost burst into laughter when he set his cup down onto the table.

She was waiting for him to rant and rave about how it wasn't fair and how Jungkook was a cheater, or better yet, she was waiting for him to cry, burst into salty tears, and run upstairs to scream and shout. But instead, she was graced with Taehyung laughing in her face, his voice resembling the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance.

"Yeah, well, at least I'm pregnant with his child." Taehyung smiled when Yoo-Ra's face turned to one of horror. Her eyes flickered to his flat belly, hoping to notice a slight curve to it, but her attention was caught when Taehyung whistled at her and waved at her mockingly.

"Eight weeks, hoe. In a few months, Jungkook will be a father to my child."

.....

Jungkook dropped the phone when he heard an ear-splitting scream fill the apartment. Not bothering to pick up his device, he bolted out of the room to check on Taehyung. Instead, he found Yoo-Roo screaming and crying while Taehyung watched with a grin on his face and eyes large and sparkling with amusement.