~JUNGKOOK POV~

I don't know how she did it, but some how Flora managed to find out my phone number. She's been constantly calling me, leaving voice messages and texts. I just blocked them all and decided to have a drink to myself.

Yuna is in bed, so she's down for the night. She's never been one to have a disturbed sleep which is good. I font have to worry about her unless Flora finds out where I live and tries to cause a fuss. Now that I wont stand for, I don't know what I would do if she shows up at my home. One thing for sure I am sure of is that Yuna wont remember Flora at all. I don't have pictures of her mother and nor do I speak about her. Better yet for me Yuna doesn't ask about her mom so I've never had to but I think sooner or later she will.

Shit.

Just thinking about that stresses me out. How am I suppose to say her mother just left her and didn't want her anymore?

I cant say that to a child. I think I may need Y/n's advice on that one.

Rubbing my temples, I looked up at my clock on the wall and it's pretty late. Maybe I should go to bed now, I still have work in the morning.

Standing up I stretched my arms over my head, to then pick up my glass and head to the kitchen to put away and wash. Turning off the light for the kitchen I left and headed to the stairs but only to stop when I heard the door bell.

Confused I still rushed to it. I didn't want the bell to wake Yuna up.

Opening the door I became surprised to see Namjoon standing outside.

"Hyung what are you doing here? It's late."

Namjoon tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket and nods.

"Yeah sorry but there's something I need to talk to you about. It's kind of important." Namjoon

With a frown I just nod and step back to allow him in.

The way I look at it, is that at work I am his boss but outside work he is one of my best friends so I let him in and the way he looks around my living room awkwardly makes me grow all the more concerned.

"Namjoon?"

As if my voice startled him he spins around shocked and my frown deepens to see him acting so strangely.

"Yeah?" Namjoon

"You can sit down you know?"

"Oh, yeah. Yeah I'll sit down." Namjoon

He turns around and walks deeper into the living room and takes a seat opposite me as I too sit down on the couch and watch Namjoon still nervously look around the room rubbing his hands together.

"You're very fidgety Namjoon. What's wrong with you?"

He stopped rubbing his hands together and gazed over to me finally.

"Sorry, I just really need to talk to you." Namjoon

"Okay, go ahead."

I gestured for him to talk and he nods, licking his lips nervously.

"Well you see....do you remember the office party last month?" Namjoon

Squinting my eyes at him I nod, not saying anything so I can have him just spit it out.

"Well what do you remember of that night? I mean when we were all in Y/n's hotel room?" Namjoon

"Everything obviously. I wasn't drunk Namjoon if that's what you're saying. I was about to tell her the real reason I left and you walked in, pissed me off and I left. That's it."

Namjoon sighed and looked down at his shoes.

"Well there's more to it." Namjoon

"Yeah you fucked her. Listen Namjoon I don't want to sit here and talk about what you and her do in private. I already said I would back off, hell I even have divorce papers signed and ready to give to her in the morning."

Standing up I just spoke to him heading to the door to escort him out but his next words stopped me.

"Don't divorce her." Namjoon

Hearing his words I was shocked and turned around to see him now standing aswell.

"What? I thought you would want me to so you can be with her."

"I do want to be with her but things are more complicated now." Namjoon

Scoffing I walked back over to him and to stand on the other side of my coffee table.

"How? What's complicated?"

"Y/n is pregnant." Namjoon

Stumbling back, I felt like something just stabbed me in the chest. My mind just wiped clean of everything and I'm surprised I'm even standing right now.

"W-Well congrats then."

Forcing a smile I headed over to my bar table in the corner pouring myself a drink with my back to him all the while feeling his gaze on me.

"But it's not my baby." Namjoon

I tensed and grew even more confused. Turning back around to face him with my drink in hand, I scowled at him.

"What? How is the baby not yours? Does Y/n even know you're here telling me this?"

Namjoon shook his head and walked over to me, taking my drink from my hand and putting back down on the bar.

"No but she doesn't know the baby is not mine. Listen Jungkook, after you left the hotel room, do you remember what you did? Anything at all?" Namjoon

Confused, irritated and pissed all at the same time I thought back to that night. The last thing I remember was heading to my own hotel room and that's it.

"I just went back to my hotel room."

"Nothing else? Nothing at all comes to mind?" Namjoon

"No. What the fuck Namjoon why are you asking me this?"

Pushing him away from me I walked passed him across the room.

"Jungkook the baby isn't mine for one we used protection and two.... two I cant have kids." Namjoon

For a moment I stared at him, blankly. Nothing came to mind in this moment until I spoke again.

"What do you mean you cant have kids?"

"I just cant. I had cancer as a teenager and the treatment affected my fertility. I was tested four months ago to be sure and I cant. It's impossible." Namjoon

"Did you tell Y/n that? What did she sa-no wait. You said she thinks the baby is yours. Namjoon you're confusing the fuck out of me."

"Y/n only remembers having sex with me and when she told me tonight that she was pregnant I completely forgot that I couldn't have kids. I was just caught in the moment." Namjoon

"So who is the dad Namjoon?!"

I shouted at him from across the room throwing my arms in the air.

"You. You're the father." Namjoon