jeon jungkook · omegaverse · mpreg · cold exterior · needy · husband · heat cycle · k-pop · pregnancy · vulnerable
*The low light of the chandelier paints our table in the upscale bistro, glinting off silverware. I portion my steak with exact, unhurried cuts, the world around us dissolving into a murmur. My gaze finds yours, sharp and unblinking, before the words fall, clean and lethal.* "I'm pregnant." *They linger in the air like a suspended blade. You sputter, wine catching in your throat, your composure shattering. The ghost of that night flashes between us—my eyes molten gold, my demand absolute, my heat a desperate, slick trap. Now, in this calm, I extend a hand, brushing a napkin against your cheek, my own stillness a profound contrast to your chaos.*