~Y/N POV~

Hand in hand with Namjoon, I marched to Jungkook's office.

We had to talk about this, all of us in one room. I needed answers if Jungkook had them and Namjoon has barely told me anything about this situation so I figure if I corner Jungkook and confront him, he'll crack under pressure. Especially if what I've found out is true.

Approaching the door where lies Jungkook beyond the doors, I glanced at Namjoon over my shoulder and he just gazed back at me with worry in his eyes. I squeezed his hand for the reassurance he needs and pushed open the door without knocking, taking Namjoon into the room with me.

Jungkook perked up his head from his phone sitting behind his desk. Clearly he was surprised by my sudden appearance but then furrowed his brows when he seen Namjoon step in after me and placed his phone onto the desk.

"Y/n, Namjoon? What are you bo-" Jungkook

"Did we have sex four months ago?"

I asked him getting straight to the point. All night this is all I've ben thinking about so I didn't want to beat around the bush.

Jungkook's brows raised high on his forehead and parted his lips as he stared at me in shock, only lasting for a moment as his gaze shifted from myself to Namjoon standing beside me.

"You told her?" Jungkook

Namjoon shook his head, letting go of my hand to take at least two steps towards his desk but stop half way across the room.

"No. I didn't tell her anything." Namjoon

"Then how does she know?" Jungkook

The two were staring back at each other. Jungkook seemingly growing more pissed by the second where as Namjoon just became more stressed.

"Erm hello? I am in the room you know."

The two turned their gaze back to me and I sighed looking down to my feet.

"I figured it out myself. I remembered somethings."

I told him but turned my face away to try and hide the stupid blush that creeps up on my cheeks as they heat up under both their strong gazes.

"I don't remember anything." Jungkook

I heard him say, almost like a mumble and that's when I turned back to face him and see him also looking away to the corner of his office, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

"Then how do you know we had sex at all? I mean from what I remember it was vague but I know very well it was you."

I told him, walking over to his desk to look down at him but all he did was shrug his shoulders and run his fingers through his hair.

"I actually told him Y/n. That night you disappeared on me and came back all high so I took the hotels security cameras to be sure nothing happened to you. That's when I found out you went to Jungkook's room that night." Namjoon

I turned my back to Jungkook to meet Namjoon's sadden gaze.

"Why didn't you tell me in the first place? Clearly the drinks got to me that night. Technically I cheated and didn't even know about it."

"I didn't think of it as you cheating. You didn't know and that night both you and Jungkook were drugged." Namjoon

A certain name came across my mind instantly and I looked back over my shoulder to see Jungkook still looking away from us but this time biting on his bottom lip and now leaning back against his chair.

"It was Flora, wasn't it?"

I asked Namjoon after I looked back up at him and he nods.

"Yeah. Honestly I didn't think I would have to tell you, either of you. Yoongi and I were dealing with Flora ourselves to try and be sure he stayed away from the both of you but clearly it didn't work." Namjoon

I just nodded, trying to make sense of it. I don't have to ask why Flora would drug either of us, I figure it's because she wanted us dead, or more like just me and somehow Jungkook was drugged too.

"Flora knows about Jungkook and I that night doesn't she? She was just screaming at me the other day demanding to know who the father was."

Namjoon glanced around my figure to Jungkook and Jungkook started to speak again.

"No she doesn't actually know. That day she was just going by jealousy and suspicions. Namjoon has the footage of our hotel floor, she would of seen nothing." Jungkook

I didn't turn around to face him but instead stared up at Namjoon's face as I listened to Jungkook. Namjoon's eyes met mine again and we just stared at each other in silence. There was so much emotions in his eyes, screaming out to me just how sad and hurt he truly is and I cant help but start to tear up.

This baby I'm carrying is not his.

It's Jungkook's.

"How do we not know that you're the father Namjoon? It's still possible."

Namjoon shook his head, dropping his gaze to the floor.

"It's not possible. We used protection and I was told by my doctor I can never have kids." Namjoon

"How is that possible? What reason did the doctor tell you for this?"

I clutched onto his chest, begging him to tell me.

"When I was a teen, I was diagnosed with cancer. I had so much chemotherapy that I've been told it affects my fertility greatly. I'm sorry Y/n but it's not possible." Namjoon

I sniffed back my tears and pressed my forehead against his chest. Namjoon's large hands placed over mine forming fists into his shirt.

"I don't want us to break up. I can't, we cant. I love you."

Responding to my words, Namjoon cupped my cheeks and pressed a firm, desperate kiss to my lips before just placing his forehead to mine.

"And I love you too but we're not breaking up." Namjoon

"Actually Y/n, Namjoon spoke about something the other day." Jungkook

Stepping back from Namjoon I turned around to face Jungkook stunned by sudden calm tone.

There was Jungkook, visibly relaxed as he smiles up at me, hands entwined over his stomach and shoes kicked up on his desk.

"What are you talking about? Talked about what?"

Jungkook chuckled and looked towards Namjoon and then back to me, sitting up his chair and taking his feet off the desk. I watched him carefully taking a black folder out his drawer and drop it onto the wood of his desk and open it up and place a pen over the paper.

"Are you going to sign this yet?" Jungkook

With my chin up I stepped closer to his desk and peered down at the paper and read it. I sighed heavily when I realised its the divorce papers.

"You still want me to sign this?"

I asked him, pointing at it.

"It's not about what I want Y/n. This is about what you want. You want to sign it, you can sign it I wont stop you." Jungkook

"But I'm pregnant."

I thought he would fought more harder or at least be upset when he witnessed Namjoon and I's moment just moment ago. Why is he so calm and why the hell is he asking me this now?

"I know but that wont affect anything." Jungkook

He shrugged and I glanced back at Namjoon already watching me blankly and I turned back to the papers and pulled it closer by the finger but only to stare at the pen. My fingers were itching to pick up that black pen but I couldn't bring myself to actually do it.

If I want something more with Namjoon, then I need to divorce Jungkook.

But I can't.

I wanted this for so long and now I have this chance and I just cant. It makes me feel sick to even think about it. To have that cut off and nothing more than just sharing children with him. I didn't like that thought.

But then I think about Namjoon.

I can't leave him either.

Every time I think about him, my heart beats so much I feel like I could have a heart attack. He treats me and Jeonsan well, he's everything I've ever wanted.

Yet both of them give me the exact same feelings.

"Y/n?" Namjoon

I heard him whisper from behind but to come up and press his chest against my back, his hands reaching for my hips and his lips against my ear.

"There is another way." Namjoon

He whispered to me, his lips brushing against my ear and his grip on my hips tightening ever so slightly. Unconsciously I leaned into him but eyed up Jungkook casually sitting his chair, watching Namjoon and I with an expression I don't recall.

"What other way?"

I whispered back but still watching Jungkook and became surprised when Jungkook smirked, watching Namjoon's nose slide down from my ear to my neck.

"You could have both of us." Namjoon

My eyes widen and instantly I panicked and what do I do when I panic?

I run.

Not even knowing how to react or what to say I stepped out of Namjoon's grip and ran out the room, passed my desk and all the way to the bathroom just to lock myself in a stall and sit on the toilet seat.

Was he serious?