❝And that's where I messed up. I fucked you, made you mine countless times, even fell in love with you!❞ Jungkook confesses without realizing it. ❝I'm such a stupid idiot for getting involved with a married woman. For thinking this,❞ He motions betw...
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"I thought you knew you were having twins," Doctor Pham tells you. "You said you've had an ultrasound before."
"Yeah, to check if the baby was fine. I didn't pay attention to how many there were."
"Who cares that you're having twins!" Hayoon yells at you then turns back to the doctor. "What do you mean the twins have two different fathers?!
"Well," She clears her throat awkwardly. "When a woman has intercourse with two different men within a 48-hour period while ovulating, it's possible for both men to impregnate her separately. In this case, two different sperms fertilize two different eggs. It's extremely rare, but not impossible."
Hayoon stares at you in horror, "You've been sleeping around?!"
"It's not like my marriage with your son is real."
She scoffs at your audacity and slaps you across the face, your head turning to the right.
"Mom!" Yoongi shouts.
You chuckle bitterly, tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek, a habit you've obtained from Jungkook. You slowly turn back to Hayoon, contempt in her eyes.
"Don't ever touch me again, you old fucking hag," You smile mischievously. "Or I'll break your fucking hand."
Hayoon lowers her eyebrows, causing wrinkles between them, and Yoongi bites his bottom lip to hold in a laugh. You turn to doctor Pham.
"Thank you so much for the information, doc. I'll have to get going now," You face Hayoon again. "Gotta deliver the news to my other baby daddy, am I right?" You smirk pettily and she flares her nostrils.
"You stupid tramp." She mutters.
"Aw, don't be bitter, Mrs. Min," You pat her knee. "It provokes wrinkles. You wouldn't want any more."
"Oh, you–!"
"Mom!" Yoongi calls, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We should go."
"Yes," Hayoon agrees, grabbing her purse. "Let's get out of here before I get a heart attack because of that slut."
She stands and leaves the room with her son, but not before glaring at you. The office door closes and you look at the shocked doctor, a proud smile on your face.
