ILLICIT | PJM

Forty-Five

Jungkook fastened his footsteps as he finally climbed the last floor. The excitement he had to meet Seoyun was just simply immeasurable. He straightened his shirt and held the bag tightly as he pressed the switch. A slight ding was heard and within a half minute the door opened to see a Jimin who was filled with elation and depression at the same time.

"Jimin-ssi, where is Seoyun? Is she not here?" Jungkook barged inside the house and saw Taehyung sitting at his usual spot but a hint of Seoyun was nowhere to be seen.

"Uhm- Jungkook you should wait here." Jimin held Jungkook's arm as he started approaching the guest room which was locked from inside. The suspense for Jungkook was too much to take. The perfervid expressions of the older men in the house were not even near to clarification.

Meanwhile Ayla was holding the card stick in her hands, shaking it anew, taking a check and rubbing her eyes in disbelief to see if those two lines were actually there or she was just in a weird hallucination. The sobbing noise lifted her from her brief oblivion as she heard soft gasps of her best friend.

"Hey why are you crying? It's a thing you should be happy about." Ayla tried to calm Seoyun down but she was just going against it.

"How can i not cry? Have a thought of Jungkook never seeing my face again after i tell him that i'm preganat crossed you god forsaken fucking mind?" Ayla was shocked, moreover she was worried. Never in hell did Seoyun curse, moreover what if she was actually right? What if Jungkook actually left Seoyun? At this point of time she let go of Seoyun's hand and just unlocked the room and came out of it. There she saw a petrified Jungkook who was holding Jimin's hand, the look on his hyungs faces was a concerned one.

"Ayla why is she crying?" Jungkook shot up from his position and without even waiting for a clear answer he sprinted to the guest door and banged the door before locking it. Seoyun flinched at the sight of an over disturbed and a furious Jungkook when she heard the loud bang. She did not move, she just tried to get a clear mind as she wiped her blurry vision.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook sat on his knees and came down to Seoyun's level who was sitting on the edge of the bed. At first she spoke but her clogged throat did not even allow her words to reach Jungkook's ears. "Tell me I'm not going anywhere you know that right." Jungkook softly pecked her hand. Without saying anything she handed him the card-stick. He examined it before he screamed. He yelled, except he was just excited.

"If it was anyone else then I would've been upset, about how I have a liability I don't even wish for." Jungkook calmed himself and wiped the tears of his fiancé. "But Park Seoyun, with you it's a dream. A dream I've thought about everyday."

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Ayla pov

It had been a whole week since the whole pampering of Seoyun started, the seven men of BTS were having the whole house on their heads. In the midst of the crisis Seoyun got pregnant and today was the day of the ball. Namjoon-ssi managed to hack into the ball's camera. Just a movie which was supplied with millions of dollars to be shooted had no difference where the ball was happening. Swinging chandeliers, bright yellow lights, filthy rich people along with marble floors with auctioned paintings which cost millions.

Yoongi and Hoseok, the most underrated in their fighting skills, were pointing at the maps which spread in front of me. These two men were like the hidden pawns of the gang, looked soft but in reality when it came down hand-to-hand were brutal and savage.

"You understand that?" Hope pointed at the paper in front of me despite even paying attention to understand any of them in the span of the last five minutes. I simply nodded my head 'yes' and Suga oppa patted at my back