You're walking in for another day at work. You unlock the salon and begin turning the lights on. As you're putting your purse into the bottom drawer of your vanity, you hear a male voice directly behind you. You jump, scream, and back away from the source.

A sheen of sweat forms on your forehead and your chest hurts from the pounding of your heart. You grab a pair of scissors from the top of the vanity, pointy end out, and aim them at the man who was behind you. Your personal security comes rushing in but stops in the doorway.

"It's ok, Y/N. It's just me, Greg."

Your panic-stricken haze begins to lift as you recognize the voice. You drop your scissors and start to collapse before Greg catches you. Shaking, you sob viciously. He gently places you in the chair before one of your guards brings you a bottle of water.

"Are you, ok, Miss," he asks you. You nod your head a fraction while you open the bottle and put it to your lips. Greg kneels in front of you and places a hand on your knee. You shove his hand off of you and squeeze your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't know it was you, but please don't touch me right now."

"It's fine, Y/N. I won't touch you. Let's give her some space, guys."

Both guards take their stations outside of the door, but not before admitting Stephani. Oblivious to what just happened, she throws her drawer open and slams her purse down into it. Her huffs and puffs are loud and clear, and you squeeze your eyes tight to try and block it out. The loud bangs coming from the desk make it difficult for you to calm down from your panic attack.

"Damn, girl. Chill, would you," Greg says. He shoots a discreet nod in your direction, silently informing Steph that her actions affect you. She sees you sitting on the edge of your seat, arms wrapped around yourself, and looking like you're going to run at any given moment.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, Steph. I'm fine."

You take a deep breath in a final attempt to calm yourself before you stand up and begin pulling out the tools you'll need for the day. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see that you've rubbed your make-up off of your left eye. From beneath your perfectly matched foundation is the scratch mark from Brett's ring. His backhand came to you courtesy of another accusation that you're cheating on him.

Two nights ago, Saturday night, you hosted a dinner for a potential client to Brett's firm. Brett was able to land the deal smoothly after you and the client discussed the impact their hair products have on your business line. Of course, Brett accused you of flirting with the client, and you had a swollen eye all weekend to prove it.

It is your favorite brand of dye, so your interest in the discussion was genuine. Given the man was well into his 60's, and he isn't Namjoon, that was all you were interested in. Besides that, his wife was present at the dinner, too. She didn't appear put off by your conversation in the least.

You quickly pull your purse out of its drawer to retrieve your make-up. It would be best if you fixed this before the girls of GFriend show up. They've noticed too much about you already.

A couple of weeks ago, you were working on Sowon's hair before an interview. Greg was taking lunch orders from everyone, and that's when the girl band realized you were pregnant. Apparently, going to the bathroom every hour, on the hour, and ordering from three different restaurants for one meal isn't normal. Then again, women always seem to know when another has a bun in the oven. It's like we're all equipped with a baby radar or something. Thankfully, security was outside of the room during this topic of discussion.

Later that night, you went to dinner with Brett and your mother to go over tomorrow's plans. After working for a couple of hours, there's one last meeting with the venue and the wedding planner before the event next week. You'll then be heading to his office to sign a prenup he's drawn up. Like you want anything of his. Whatever.

You're zoned out and only half listening, anyway. Gina, of course, agrees with everything Brett says. Why doesn't she marry that man if she loves him so much? Eventually, Brett walks away from the table to take a call.

Gina smacks your hand, scolding you like a child. "Don't you think you've eaten enough tonight? You've put away half of your plate already. No wonder you don't appear to have lost an ounce for your wedding dress. I swear you'd think you were pregnant with the weight you've put on."

That stops you in your tracks.

"Wait. Look at me, Y/N."

You try to put on your best smile for her, but she's not buying it.

"You are, aren't you? Y/N, honey, that's great! Have you told Brett yet? Don't. Save it for after the wedding. You don't want anyone else attending the wedding to know you two have been going at it like rabbits before the big day."

Oh god. Gina knows you're pregnant and, worse, she thinks it's Brett's. While your nerves are going haywire, Gina is squirming with excitement. If this woman has noticed your pregnant, how much longer until Brett catches on?

"Don't worry, Sweetie, your secret is safe with me."

She flashes a conspiratorial wink your way before Brett sits back down at the table. Can this day get any worse? Wait, you don't want to know. You want to get back so you can lay down and try to go to sleep. Maybe you can raid the fridge, first, for some strawberries. And lots of Cool Whip. Great, now that's all you can think about.

Namjoon

You and Sejin have been going over tomorrow's schedule in your hotel room when Jungkook starts banging on the door.

"Namjoon-Hyung! You need to see this! Quick! Open the door!"

What the hell? You open the door, and all of the guys are there, pushing past you to enter your room. Really?!

"Sorry to burst in on you, Hyung, but you need to see this."

Jungkook's out of breath and more excited than usual.

Confused, you ask, "Have I missed something? Is it Y/N? Is she ok? She's not hurt, is she?"

Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder, directing you toward the nearest chair.

"Calm down, Hyung. It is about her, yes, but you're going to want to sit for this."

You take in his grin and realize all of them are smiling except Suga. Instead, he's watching Sejin closely. JK, fit to burst, rushes to your side.

"Ok, so you know how I've been chatting with Umji lately? From GFriend? Well, I asked her how she likes our new office and style teams. I was hoping for an update on Y/N without actually asking, you know? Anyway, she goes on about some of the other teams and whatnot, but then she gets to the juicy part."

"Spill it, JK," you spit out through gritted teeth. It's been a month since you've heard any news of her, and the suspense is killing you.

"Here, read it yourself."

He thrusts the phone in your face and shows you his conversation with Umji.

***

Umji

"Y/N is awesome & so sweet. Poor thing."

                                                         JK

                                                        "Poor thing?"

Umji

"She's so sad. U'd think she'd b happy w/a baby otw."

                                                         JK

                                                        "Baby?"

Umji

"Udk? She's having a baby! She has tiny bump. Uwu!

                                                         JK

                                                         "Hfa is she?"

Umji

"3 mo? 4? Idk. "

***

The whole room starts to spin, and you put your face in your hands to cry. The guys are all smiles and congratulations, patting you on the back and jumping around the room. Four words keep repeating in your head: She's having a baby!

She's not just having a baby. There's no doubt in your mind she's carrying your baby. There's only one problem. You'll never be able to see him, hold him, show him how much Daddy loves him.

Crying, you get up, toss Jungkook's phone onto the table, and head for the bathroom. Suga cuts you off before you can lock yourself in there for a good cry. While standing there, he looks to Sejin, who currently has his face in his hands.

"What do you know about this, Sejin."

Sejin looks right into your eyes and says: "Everything."

Anger replaces your pain, and you stomp toward him. It takes all six of the guys to hold you back.

"What the fuck do you mean by 'everything'?!"

Sejin slumps in his chair, defeated.

"I've known for weeks but haven't told you as per her wishes. You have no idea how deep her sacrifice for you goes. For all of you. She didn't want her sacrifice to be for nothing."

"Nothing?! What are you talking about, Sejin?! Did you know when we had that talk about how I should trust you? That you were doing what you could to bring that asshole down? Is this the trust you wanted me to have in you?!"

"I don't even think she knew when we had that talk, I swear. Please, sit down and hear me out."

"I think I'll stand, fuck you very much!"

Since you've made no move in Sejin's direction, the guys loosen their grips on you but stay on alert.

"Fair enough. Fine. I suppose I should start by informing you that I've been keeping in touch with a private investigator someone else has hired to look into Brett. Let me ask you something. Do you think she would have just accepted her fate so she could keep her job? Did you ever wonder if there was more to what we've all been told? She not only walked away from you willingly but moved right back into her old prison."

"Every damn day I've asked those questions!"

"Well, with the help of this investigator, we know what that was. For starters, her mother is broke. Nobody knows how or why considering her inheritance from Y/N's father and three divorce settlements. She even inherited the businesses her husband had secured before his passing.

"Then, there were the photos. There were more than the pictures from the party. These were more... private. I'm sure you have an idea as to what they were. Brett blackmailed Y/N with those photos. Said he would ruin yours and BTS' reputation and careers with those photos."

You sink dumbfounded onto the edge of your bed. You had no idea.

"It appears Brett has had all of us followed for a very long time. Who knows how long he's been planning this? I didn't tell you this before, either, but he's the one that suggested her to our company. He informed the staffing manager of who she was, the expo she was going to be at, and everything. He put everyone right where he wanted them to be. What he didn't plan on was you two falling in love, I'm sure.

"He was the one that wrote up all of those contracts and made sure there was no loophole to be found in them. He made sure Y/N was approached to be hired into our company. The most we can figure on was he wanted to keep an eye on her and manipulate any resulting outcome. Like, maybe she would owe him for getting her the job or something. Who knows what goes on in that psychopath's head?

"There's more, too, though I don't know the details on that. The investigator did tell me there's a team of experts combing through his father's firm's dealings going back the last couple of decades. He and his entire family are about to go down, and we must be patient. I know it's almost over. Justice will be served, and you will be able to have your family whole before the week is out.

"In the meantime, we have to keep going as we have been. I know this is the kind of news that's hard to ignore, but we have to pretend we don't know anything. Remember, Brett has people watching all of us still. As far as we all know, he isn't aware of the baby's existence, and we need to keep it that way. Hopefully, he hasn't tapped into your phone, Jungkook, though there's nothing we can do about that now."

Jungkook's head snaps up in surprise, and remorse quickly shines through the tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon Hyung. I was hoping to hear she was ok. You've been so torn up, and I thought maybe it would help."

His head hung in shame, tears drip from his quivering chin. You get up and grab him into a hard hug to show him you appreciate what he's done. He's grown so much right before your eyes and is still so sensitive to the needs of his hyungs.

Sejin puts his hand on JK's shoulders in comfort.

"There's one more piece of bad news. I might as well say it now before Umji spills that, too. There's to be a wedding in 5 days. The investigator is in one hell of a time crunch but assures me that, as long as luck stays on her side, it'll be over before then."

That snaps you to attention.

"Wedding? Does she have to marry him? What about the baby? You said he doesn't know, right?"

"As far as we all know, only her style team knows. They were the ones that realized her symptoms and snuck the test in for her to take it. I don't see any of them betraying her to Brett. They've all been doing their best to take care of her while she's there. I don't know how the girls of GFriend would have found out but, hopefully, Y/N found an excuse for them not to say anything about it. A lot of good that did, granted."

"It's not JK's fault. He was only trying to help," Hobi says, jumping to JK's defense.

"I know. I'm not upset with Jungkook. I'm not even upset with Umji. I'm just worried this new development will find its way to Brett before we can complete our plans."

Jimin, who had been standing back quietly until now, pipes in with the same question you've already asked yourself.

"You don't think he'd hurt the baby, do you?"

"Considering the baby is mine, this doesn't exactly fit into his plans. I swear if he lays a single finger on either of them, I'll kill him myself."

Sejin tries to bring you back to rationality.

"I think we can all second that motion, but we have to be rational and calm. As hard as it is, it's not just Y/N in danger anymore. I don't know about any of you, but I'll be damned if I'm going to put my future godson at any more risk than is necessary."

You manage a chuckle at that as you wipe a tear away.

"Godson, huh?"