My Bully Got Me PREGNANT!!/LOVE TRIANGLE(VKook/Jikook?/Yoonmin)

How Come?!?!

*Slight mention of mutilation and suicide attempt*
Recap:
Namjoon-"And it's me that they call God Of Destruction!"
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While Taehyung was resting with his daughters in his arms, he suddenly felt the urge of getting up.  Thus he carefully lied his daughters down and got up and randomly was lookibg for something in the room, he didn't know what but he knew it was here.  He began going through his drawer where he found a small locked cabinet.  He took out his wallet and pulled a key out of it.  He looked at it with a few seconds and said to himself,

Taehyung-"What are your secret?"

He inserted the key into the keyhole and slowly opened the cabinet and it had only one thing in it and it was an old leather diary with written 'My Private Life  -T' .  He took it out and discretly made his way go the guestroom as he wanted to be alone while reading it.  He sat down on the bed and opened it to first see a torn drawing of a Sakura and next to it was written,

6/9/17

I'm sorry Kookie again I made you cry today...

Taehyung was first confused at it but then images of him tearing the drawing and slapping Jungkook became clear in his mind.  He gasped as the vivid images flashed before his eyes.  He turned the page and now it dated from 2006,

7/2/2006

Dad again beat me again today for asking him what gay was and then he said that this should never fascinate me as it would turn me in what dad called a faggot.  I'm getting more scared now as there is this boy at school who was so cute and I always find myself blushing when I see him but he will never like me and even if he did, dad would kill both of us for being faggots.

11/2/2006
I finally got the courage to go and talk to the boy whose name is Jungkook.  He is so super nice but I will need to get away from him or else I would become a faggot...

9/10/2006
I started teasing Jungkook and be mean to him so that he would hate me but he is always so nice and smiling...  I don't know what to do anymore but...  Cutting feels nice, it feels so nice to feel all the anger, frustration and sadness to leave me...  For how long...  I don't know.