"Talk to him. He loves you, Taehyung," Myung-Soo whispered and quietly exited the room, leaving Taehyung alone. The blonde took a deep breath and slid the answer call button and placed the phone to his ear. 

'Taehyung?'  

Taehyung puffed out his cheeks, fat tears dripping from his chin. 

"J-Jungkook." 

.......

"Are...Are you alright? I've been trying to reach you, and the hyungs have no idea where you were."

Jungkook sounded broken.

Taehyung placed a hand against his chest, trying to calm his raging heart. He's never heard the Golden Maknae sound so defeated. He was always so confident with his life and abilities. This Jungkook was a depressed stranger, and it broke Taehyung's heart.

"I'm with Hobi and Myung-Soo. I didn't go too far."

A weary sigh sounded over the phone, and Taehyung sniffled, closing his eyes to trap the tears.

"I would ask you to come back, but...I know how hard it is for you, Tae. All I wanted was for us to be happy, but it seems like the entire universe is against us. I just want you and our child."

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair. He did want to go back, but he didn't want to put himself in a situation that could harm him, Jungkook, or their baby. He was stubborn, but he wasn't that stubborn.

"I would, but... there is no guarantee your mom will leave us alone, Kookie."

Jungkook sighed. Taehyung bit his lip when he heard the younger man sniffle.

"Can I see you, Tae?" Jungkook's voice cracked. Taehyung chewed at his nails.

The blonde gulped and threw on a hoodie he stole from Jungkook, slipping on his Gucci slippers. Taehyung practically tore the door off the hinges and ran out of the room.

.....

"Tae?" Jungkook pulled the phone away from his ear to see if the call was still connected. Seeing that Taehyung hung up, the ravenette wiped at his swollen eyes.

He's been asking everyone he knew if they've seen Taehyung. At first, Jungkook assumed the older male had gone home to Daegu, but a call from Youhna confirmed Taehyung wasn't there. But it did end up with Youhna planning to come to Seoul and visit Yoo-Ra.

Jungkook would normally laugh, thinking the older woman would finally get that smirk smacked off her face, but that small victory was bittersweet since he still had no idea where Taehyung was.

He was planning on searching for a few more days, and if he hadn't gotten in contact with the blonde by the end of the week, he was going to file a report.

Jungkook wasn't going to lie; he was tired, wore out, broken, and numb. He put everything he had emotionally into helping people and love Taehyung, but he ended up with nothing in the end. Taehyung and his child have disappeared. His mother was a sociopath, and he felt the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

"This is what I get. I should never have tried to be a good person." The ravenette choked out, thinking back to when Yoo-Ra showed up on their doorstep, crying and shaking.

At the time, Jungkook honestly thought he was helping her, but after the breakup, did he realize how wrong he was. They were both in the wrong for the little words and arguments, but his actions and lack of communication set everything in motion.

While wallowing, Jungkook grunted when there was a knock at the door. The ravenette rolled his eyes, not in the mood for company. As he went to walk into the kitchen, the knocking soon turns to pounding, and Jungkook wrinkled his brow.

Walking around the couch, Jungkook quickly grabbed a bat from beside the tv and headed towards the door. He didn't know who would be pounding on his door at this hour, but if they wanted a fight, then they would get one.

Carefully reaching forward, Jungkook quietly unlocked the door and twisted the knob. As soon as the door opened a few millimeters, the stranger tore into the apartment. Jungkook snuck up behind him, bat raised and ready to strike.

"What do you want?" He asked. The stranger turned, and Jungkook gasped, the bat slipping from his fingers and clattering to the floor.

"You..." Jungkook went to speak, but a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, the other's weight causing him to stagger slightly.

Taehyung pulled back, tears in his eyes, hair wet and sticking to his face. That's when the younger man noticed the blonde was soaked to the bone. Only after that realization did he hear the rain, a monsoon.

'Did he drive in this weather?' The maknae thought noticing Taehyung's teeth chattering.

"Jungkookie!" The older male sobbed, arms still locked around Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook blinked a few times, praying he wasn't dreaming, His hands lowered to the baby bump, and he smiled when he felt a small kick. As he opened his mouth to speak, Jungkook was knocked off his feet as Taehyung attacked his lips in a kiss.

.......

An hour later, Jungkook was sitting on the side of the tub, a fluffy red towel in his hands. Taehyung was humming, long fingers combing through his wet hair. He would get an earful from Myung-Soo later, but he needed to be here.

He needed to see Jungkook.

A sigh slipped past his lips; cupping water in his hands, Taehyung rested the warm water against his cheeks.

"I know...I should have been upfront with you. I'm sorry for making you worry." The pregnant male apologized, ears burning from embarrassment. Jungkook pursed his lips. He wanted to be pissed off. What Taehyung did was reckless, but Jungkook understood. He understood better than anyone.

"I want to be so mad at you right now. I want to curse you and tell you what you did was dumb as hell, but...I'm glad you went to someone we trusted and knew would take care of you." Jungkook softly spoke, eyes downcast.

Taehyung tapped his fingers against his chin. The blonde tried to think of what to say to ease the stress from his boyfriend's shoulders. But he didn't have anything to say.

No questions. No words of comfort. Nothing. Because anything he said would not make what happened any better or better. So, he needed to be an adult and try to work through the problem.

"Um...if we-" Taehyung bit his bottom lip. He felt like a teenager all over again.

"What, Tae?" Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose, and that's when Taehyung noticed the dark bags under the ravenette's eyes.

"What are you going to do about Young-Hee and Yoo-Ra?"

Taehyung was nervous even to mention the two women. They knew they were behind all of the threats and harassment, but without solid proof linking either woman to the accounts and numbers, they wouldn't be able to press charges.

Yoo-Ra was already in hot water after breaking into Jungkook's old apartment. Her father had her on lockdown shortly after escorted out after Mr. Jeon made a phone call.

That only left Young-Hee. The woman thought she was untouchable. Jungkook set the towel aside and stood, combing his hand through his dark hair; the younger man sighed.

"Well, I guess I should start with this...my dad is divorcing my mom."

Taehyung gasped quietly at the news. Apart from him, he wanted to be excited and happy that he wouldn't have to deal with Young-Hee, but he was also sad for Jungkook and Chul-Soon. Even though he never had a good relationship with Young-Hee, this was still the woman that carried Jungkook for nine months and nurtured him. She was the wife of Chul-Soon. At one point, she was loving, someone, both men, cherished and adored.

"May I ask why? She's done this stuff since we were in high school." Taehyung asked. Jungkook wiped his face, removing some of the sweat that started to bead from the steam in the bathroom.

"Well, there was a lot more my father didn't know about. Like her driving you home during the miscarriage, the threats, and so forth. He found a folder on her computer that had all of the messages and conversations between her and Yoo-Ra."

"So, we have proof?" The blonde muttered, and Jungkook nodded. They finally had proof. Now, everyone would know that Taehyung wasn't making things up over him being jealous and insecure; it was someone targeting him, making his life hell just for the sake of it. Sniffling, Jungkook sat down on the edge of the tub, and black hair slicked back to show the shaved sides of his head.

The younger placed his hand against Taehyung's wet hair, fingers gently digging into the scalp.

"The police have all of the files, conversations, and they've arrested Yoo-Ra's cousin for hacking into my father's computers and overriding security systems to the building and my old apartment. It's not much, but we can press more charges and possibly be able to sue Yoo-Ra for all of the things she's done with my mother's help."

While talking, Jungkook slid closer to Taehyung, fingers diving deeper into the golden strands. Taehyung hummed, loving the feeling of having his scalp scratched and massaged. This was good news, not just for him but for both of them.

All of the emotional and mental distress this woman caused was over, and they would no longer have to deal with her. Being the daughter of someone rich and powerful gave her an ego the size of Europe. Her arrogance and being easily manipulated backfired on her, and Taehyung wanted to laugh and celebrate.

But the question remained, how was Jungkook handling this? After all, his mother was in the middle of the chaos. That was their love life. She knew how to use her son's emotions against him and inserted someone Jungkook once had feelings to mess with his head.

"How are you handling all of this? It is your mom." Taehyung kneeled, using his arms to prop on the side of the tub. The older male stared at his lover, awaiting an answer. Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, he didn't know what to say, and he didn't know how to feel either. Like we mentioned earlier, he was numb.

All of the damning evidence against his mother broke something inside of him. His father was planning to step down as CEO and retire. The man even mentioned he might move back to Busan to escape the city and the people that thrived in the drama. Jungkook couldn't blame him, especially after everything that's happened.

"I don't feel any type of way about it. She was digging her own grave, anyway. Dad is serving her the divorce papers next week. He's already moved out and has been staying at a hotel. Mom is going ballistic, of course. She claims you tricked her and put her under a spell, or whatever." The ravenette sighed, rolling his eyes when he remembered some of the things he read.

He did have copies, but right now, he was glad to have Taehyung with him. Jungkook would wait on showing the pregnant blonde any of it. Tae has already been through enough. Speaking of Taehyung, the blonde released the drain in the tub and carefully stood, placing his hand on Jungkook's shoulder. He slowly stepped out and wiggled his toes when they met the soft, water-absorbing bath mat.

When he went to turn, his head was covered with a fluffy towel, and his waist was gripped tightly. Taehyung giggled, pulled the towel from over his head, and placed it around his shoulders. Jungkook put another towel around his waist, pressing his nose against Taehyung's scented hair. Jungkook's been craving intimacy since that lunch with his parents, and unknown to him, Taehyung has been craving it as well.

The older wrapped his arms around Jungkook's shoulders, the latter still having his hands resting on Taehyung's waist. They started to slowly sway from side to side, Jungkook humming a tune. This was their way of passing the time, allowing the outside world to disappear. No worries, no drama, just them and their child, in the small bathroom that was humid from steam.

Jungkook rested his head against Taehyung's and closed his eyes.

Taehyung closed his eyes, allowing his other four senses to take control. The ravenette's hands left Taehyung's waist, both laying flat against the protruding belly that housed their child.

"I love you," Taehyung whispered against Jungkook's lips. The younger hummed in response, the corners of his mouth turning upward.

"I love you more." Jungkook closed the gap between them, capturing Taehyung's lips in a sensual kiss.

....

Back to Hoseok and Myung-Soo's apartment, the blonde was in their bedroom, smiling and playing with their daughter. The baby was smiling, gums bare and shining with saliva as her mother continued to blow raspberries on her tiny tummy.

"Soo-Soo, have you heard from Taehyungie?" Hoseok asked as he walked in. Myung-Soo furrowed his brow, picking up his phone and checking his messages. He had one missed call from Jin and a few messages from Jimin and Youhna.

"No, I haven't. That's weird." The blonde pursed his lips. He purposely stayed up a bit later to hear all about Taehyung's romantic reunion with Jungkook, but the younger man has yet to inform him of anything. Wrinkling his nose, Myung-Soo turned back to Hoseok.

"Why do you ask?"

Hoseok kicked his foot against the carpeted floor, hands behind his back.

"He took your car."

"HE. DID. WHAT?!"

...............

Taehyung sighed as he stared at the ceiling. He did plan on going back to Hoseok and Myung-Soo's apartment, but when Jungkook asked him to stay, he gave in and wiggled his way under the sheets of the large bed.

It all felt...weird.

Don't get him wrong, he was dancing and excited that Yoo-Ra and Mrs. Jeon were getting the massive dose of karma they deserved, but the dose of that karma left Jungkook broken and depressed. Tomorrow, they would check on Mr. Jeon, taking him lunch and trying to cheer him up.

If Young-Hee would have stepped back and just allowed Jungkook to be happy, then none of this would have happened, but no. The woman continued to harass and hate him.

Taehyung peddled through his thoughts, trying to figure out if he did or said anything to set her off, but there was nothing he did that would have caused so much hatred.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Taehyung gasped when Jungkook whispered, lips gently grazing his shoulder as he spoke. The blonde rolled over, making sure his pregnant belly pressed against Jungkook's abs.

"I was just thinking." The older admitted, a small smile on his face. Jungkook returned the smile, dark eyes sparkling with emotion.

"About what? Let me in."

Taehyung trailed his fingers up Jungkook's bare chest and traced the outline of his collar bone.

"I was trying to figure out why your mom hates me so much."

The smile disappeared from Jungkook's face and was replaced with a frown. He caught Taehyung's fingers in his hand and pulled the blonde closer. The older shivered when their naked bodies met, the covers suddenly growing too hot and Taehyung wanted to kick them away.

"She caught us kissing. That was the beginning of it." Jungkook murmured. Taehyung's eyebrows drew together, and then his eyes widened when he remembered the event Jungkook was speaking of.

'An eighteen-year-old Jungkook happily bounced down the stairs of his home. His black hair flopping back and forth as he practically ran to the front door and snatched it open. Taehyung laughed when he was pulled inside, strong arms wrapped around his waist and shoulders with Jungkook trying his hardest to get a kiss.

The older swatted at him, but Jungkook refused to release him.

"Jungkookie! Your parents!" Taehyung hissed at the younger male. Jungkook rolled his eyes and reluctantly released the honey-haired male.

"My dad is at work, and my mom is upstairs. Just one, please?" The ravenette gave his best puppy dog eyes with his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. Taehyung wrinkled his nose and scanned the living room, making sure Mrs. Jeon hadn't snuck upon them.

The woman was odd. She was Jungkook's mother, but he always caught her staring at him. Taehyung refused to bring it up to Jungkook, thinking it was just his overactive imagination.

"Fine, come here." Taehyung laughed, bunching Jungkook's sweater in his fist. He pulled the younger male to him and pressed their lips together. Jungkook immediately turned to goo, his arms hanging loosely by his side. Once Taehyung tried to pull away did Jungkook find his strength and wrapped his arms around the older man's waist, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss.

The honey-haired teen couldn't resist the moan that escaped his throat, and Jungkook inhaled deeply, fingers dancing against the waistband of Taehyung's jeans.

"Jungkookie?"

Both men jumped apart when they heard footsteps; turning, they both spotted Young-Hee at the top of the stairs, her dark eyes once again on Taehyung. The latter gave a sheepish grin and bowed to the older woman, coughing slightly so he could wipe at his lips. Jungkook licked his lips, a broad smile on his round face.

"U-Um...yes?" He asked. Mrs. Jeon slowly made her way down the stairs, her eyes never leaving Taehyung, even when she stopped in front of her only son.

"Tell your friend to go home. We're going to meet your father for dinner." She made sure to emphasize friend, her voice low and hateful. Jungkook sighed loudly, he wanted to argue, but they did promise his dad they would meet him tonight. The ravenette turned to Taehyung with apologetic eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I forgot."

The older laughed, waving off the apology.

"It's no problem. Jiminie wanted to watch a movie tonight anyway."

Jungkook nodded, griping Taehyung by the elbow and leading him towards the door. Making sure his mother didn't follow, Jungkook closed the door behind them and sighed loudly. Taehyung couldn't hide the boxy grin on his face as the younger tried to form another apology.

"I am sorry--" Jungkook's words were cut off when Taehyung leaned forward and caught his lips in another kiss. The ravenette happily gave in, unaware that Mrs. Jeon was watching through the window.'

"She saw both of them? " Taehyung gaped at Jungkook, and the latter nodded. After Taehyung left to go home, his mother made sure to remind him that if he pursued a relationship with Taehyung, then they could press charges. Jungkook quickly shot the topic down, not in the mood to hear his mother's mouth.

"She never told dad. After she found out we were together, she started communicating with Yoo-Ra. At first, she said no, but my mother continued to pester her, so she eventually gave in."

"What the fuck?" Taehyung went to sit up, but Jungkook pulled his back down, eyes hooded as he stared at the pregnant male.

"Don't. We can talk about this later."

Taehyung went to reply, hell-bent on arguing, but Jungkook quickly threw him against the pillows and hovered over him.

"We can talk about this later." He said sternly, and Taehyung sighed, giving in. He welcomed Jungkook's mouth, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and moaning when he felt fingers tickled at his nether regions.