Bonus: ABO Scenes - Chapter 77

Jungkook

"I know. I believed in us, Taehyung," I said, wrapping my arms around his head. I held him to me, our lips, still touching, "I believed in us, too. I never stopped believing."

At his words, my heart raced.

My chest didn't feel like it would explode.

I felt... lighter.

"You kept me from going crazy," I muttered, closing my eyes as he peppered my face with kisses.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around me, and we held each other. I sighed and burrowed deeper into his safe embrace.

I felt loved... cherished... adored and protected.

I felt his cheek in my palm, feeling his rough stubble. My hands roamed over his face, touching him, feeling him.

I ran my fingers over his lips and he kissed my fingertips.

I closed my eyes as a loving feeling washed over me.

I sat up straighter on his lap and kissed his lips.

I never wanted to stop touching him but my thoughts halted when I felt a kick.

Looking down, I stared at my round stomach.

I felt Taehyung follow my gaze.

My nose stung as I fought against the tears.

When I felt another kick, it was impossible. I cried, holding my stomach, feeling my baby move.

Taehyung placed his hand over mine.

We held the bump firmly, protectively.

"He hurt me, Taehyung," I whispered, "He hurt me so much. He kept going. It didn't matter that I cried and begged him to stop. He just... kept going. He kept hurting me. Over and over again," I cried, my hands pressing firmly against my stomach.

The tears streamed down my cheeks as the baby moved again.

Oh, baby.

I pressed my face into Taehyung's neck.

"He was so cruel. He never stopped, Taehyung. I don't know how long it kept going. I just didn't have the strength... to fight anymore. I just... wanted it all... to go away. I just wanted... to be happy. I wanted to be... with you again."

"Angel," Taehyung groaned in pain.

He held me tighter as the air shifted, his angry pheromones surrounding us in the room. I felt the anger course through him.

When the baby rolled again, I closed my eyes.

"He said he would kill... my baby."

Taehyung froze underneath me. His muscles tightened. I thought he stopped breathing for a second.

"What?"

His tone was dangerous.

Even I trembled at his voice.

My heart ached at the memory, Byungchan was ruthless.

He tried to break me every way he could, he took me until I had nothing else to give. Still, he kept taking.

He kept breaking me.

As if his actions weren't enough, he tried to break me with his words.

"He said he would let me give birth but... deliver the dead baby to you," I choked out, my breathing coming out faster in panic.

Taehyung's arm curved protectively around my stomach.

"He's a dead man, Jungkook. When I find him, he will regret ever hurting you. He will regret even thinking of hurting our baby."

My eyes snapped open, my breath leaving me in a loud whoosh.

He will regret even thinking of hurting our baby.

Our baby.

My heart clenched, and I looked up at his angry face. I saw the killer there.

The Monster.

But I wasn't scared, I knew the Monster would protect me.

He was my Monster.

I palmed his cheeks, looking into his blue eyes.

"You said our baby."

Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed at my words, his gaze shifted to my stomach and then back up.

"Yes. Our baby."

I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

"How do you know the baby is yours?"

Taehyung brought his hand up and swiped my tears away.

"Is it? I can't smell any change in your scent. Is the baby mine, Jungkook?"

I winced at the question, a sense of despair falling over me. Closing my eyes, I leaned my forehead against his.

"I don't know," I whispered. My voice broke as the baby moved again, "I don't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Taehyung."

"Why are you apologizing, Angel?"

When I went to answer, he pressed his fingers against my lips, stopping my tide of words.

"Not a word, Jungkook. You have nothing to apologize for. At this point, I don't even care who the father is. The baby is mine. You are mine. He is ours. That's all that matters."

His hand went to my round belly. He caressed the bump gently.

"I think I already love him, Angel."

My hand went over his.

"I want him, Taehyung."

A surge of protectiveness and possessiveness coursed through me.

I didn't know who the father of my baby was, I didn't want to know.

I just wanted to love my baby.

I wanted to give my baby all the love I never had.

Taehyung pressed his lips to mine again.

He kissed me with so much care and love, he held me gently, as if I were made of glass.

I felt cherished.