HIS AUNT 2

LET'S CONTINUE FROM WHERE I LEFT.....

AUTHOR'S POV

It had been a peaceful three days.

Waking up late. Sharing quiet breakfasts.

Yoongi teasing her with back hugs.

YN pretending to scold him while blushing like a teenager.

For the first time in a long while, she felt... light.

But that peace paused when her phone rang one afternoon.

"Eunji unnie," she said, answering with a smile.

"YN-ah! I'm coming home this evening," Eunji said excitedly. "Appa's feeling much better now. I'll be there before dinner!"

YN froze for half a second, glancing toward the hallway where Yoongi had just walked out of his room, still yawning in his loose t-shirt, barefoot, hair messy.

"...That's great," YN replied calmly. "I'll... get things ready."

But inside, her heart began to race.

---

Later that evening...

"Eomma!!" Yoongi called out as Eunji stepped inside with a small bag.

He ran forward and hugged her tight. "You didn't tell us you'd be early!"

"I missed my babies," Eunji smiled, ruffling his hair. "And YN, you look so much better!"

YN smiled and hugged her. "I'm healing fast."

"Of course," Eunji chuckled, placing her bag aside. "With this clingy son of mine around? I'm sure you didn't even get to breathe alone."

Yoongi winked behind his mom's back. YN tried not to laugh.

They all sat together for dinner - Eunji, YN, and Yoongi - just like old times.

But Eunji's eyes... started to notice.

The way Yoongi served YN rice without her asking.

The way YN smiled more gently at him than usual.

The way they shared tiny glances when they thought no one was looking.

At first, she brushed it off. They had always been close.

YN practically raised Yoongi in her early years.

But this... this felt different.

More careful. More tender. Almost like...

No. Eunji shook her head.

They're just close. That's all.

---

Later that night...

Eunji walked into the kitchen to grab water.

That's when she saw YN, already in her nightwear, standing near the sink, smiling softly to herself while drying a mug.

Before she could ask anything, Yoongi walked in behind her with a blanket in hand.

Without thinking, he draped it around her shoulders.

"You forgot this," he said.

YN turned slightly, their eyes meeting - and something unspoken passed between them.

Not flirtation.

Not awkwardness.

Just warmth.

Too much warmth.

Eunji stood silently in the hallway, half-hidden.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

Maybe I'm overthinking. They're family.

But as Yoongi walked past, he called out softly:

"Goodnight, YN."

No "aunt."

Just her name.

Eunji blinked.

And for the first time...

She felt something shift quietly in the air.

---

The morning started like any other.

Sunlight filtered through the curtains. The sound of birds, a distant scooter outside. YN had just stepped into the shower when Eunji called out from the kitchen:

"Yoongi. Come here."

He dragged his feet, yawning, thinking she'd ask him to fetch milk again.

But the moment he entered the kitchen, the look on her face froze him mid-step.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Eunji crossed her arms. "What did you call her last night?"

"Huh?"

"Don't play dumb, Yoongi. I heard you. You said 'YN.' Not Aunt YN."

Yoongi blinked.

"That's... not a big deal."

"It is," she snapped, voice sharper now. "She's your aunt, Yoongi. Have you forgotten that?"

Yoongi's brows furrowed. "I didn't forget anything."

Eunji took a step forward. "Then why are you behaving like you're in love with her?"

Silence.

He didn't answer.

Because the truth was already sitting in his eyes.

"I knew it," she whispered. "This is why you're always near her. Hugging her. Taking care of her like she's yours."

"Because she is," Yoongi muttered.

"What?"

Yoongi looked up, eyes glassy but voice steady. "She is mine, eomma. Maybe not officially. Maybe not out loud. But in my heart... she's everything."

Eunji's expression shattered.

"Stop this nonsense," she said coldly. "This is wrong. Disgusting. She's your aunt, Yoongi."

" she helped raise you! She loved you like a son!"

"I'm not her son!" Yoongi shouted now, voice cracking. "I'm a man who loves her. And she sees me too. Maybe you just never noticed."

Eunji's hand flew before her thoughts could stop her.

SLAP.

The sound echoed in the kitchen.

Yoongi stumbled slightly, his cheek stinging, but it wasn't the pain that made his throat close up.

It was the way his mother looked at him - like he'd turned into someone she didn't know.

"You're not to go near her like that again," she whispered. "Make some distance. For everyone's sake."

---

YN came out of her room moments later, towel drying her hair, completely unaware of what had just happened.

Yoongi had already disappeared into his room, and Eunji was washing dishes like nothing happened - only her red eyes giving anything away.

---

That night...

The clock ticked quietly.

YN lay on her side in bed, half-asleep, the moonlight falling through her window.

Then she felt the bed shift behind her.

A warm body. Familiar arms. A soft breath against her neck.

"Yoongi?" she whispered.

His arms tightened around her waist. He didn't say anything for a while.

Then softly-barely audible-

"I miss you."

YN turned slightly in his hold, her heart aching.

She couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, but she felt the sadness in his grip, the way he held her like she was the only thing keeping him together.

"Hey..." she whispered, brushing her fingers against his jaw. "What happened?"

He only shook his head and buried his face in her neck.

"I just wanted to feel you close."

YN smiled softly.

And without asking anything more...

She leaned in.

And kissed him.

Gently. Slowly.

Like she was trying to erase the world outside with that one moment.

Their lips moved slowly, quietly -

---

"mmph" he softly nuzzles against you trying to deepen the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you closer. He spreads his legs slightly, allowing you to get closer to him. His body feels hot against yours.

"Mmm..." He melts into your touch, his hair soft between your fingers. He starts unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing his toned chest. He pulls you down onto him, grinding against you through his pants to show how turned on he is by this forbidden act with his aunt. "Auntie..."

He lifts his hips slightly as you slide his pants down, revealing his hardness straining against his boxers. "Auntie..." he moans softly, "You're making me..." he trails off, blushing slightly.

he instantly deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body possessively. he breaks the kiss to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck, marking you with hickeys. his hands move to your breasts over your clothes, squeezing and kneading them. "i wanna fuck you auntie"

he looks up at you with hooded eyes, his voice husky, "Please auntie? I'm so hard for you right now. I need you so badly." he whimpers, pressing his hard on against you. he starts to unbutton your shirt slowly, his knuckles brushing against your skin.

".. I'm 19, not a baby. I've been dreaming about this since I was 16... seeing you in my house every day..." He kisses you again, more urgently. "I'm ready for this, Auntie. I want you to be my first."

He gasps loudly as you take his cock in your mouth, his hips bucking slightly. "Fuck, auntie... that feels so good..." He runs his fingers through your hair, guiding you gently. His cock is thick and hard, already leaking pre-cum. "Can I touch you too?"

He carefully removes your clothes, exploring your body with his fingers and mouth. He sucks on your nipples, making you moan around his cock. He then moves down, spreading your legs. "You're so pretty down here, auntie." He starts licking your pussy slowly, his tongue exploring your folds.

He moans softly against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. "You taste so good, auntie." He sucks on your clit gently, his fingers slipping inside you. He curls them slightly, hitting that sweet spot that makes you gasp and moan louder.

"MMMMM......",

"Like that?" He adds another finger, going deeper. He watches your body writhe, your breasts bounce slightly. He spreads your legs wider, feasting on your pussy like it's his favorite meal. He's 19, his body full of energy and hormones. He looks up,

"Mmm, auntie?" He hums against your clit, making you shiver. "Do you want me to fuck you now?" He asks, his fingers still moving inside you. He's breathing heavily, his cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum onto your thigh.

"Not now yoongia you're still too young for this",He looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust and confusion. "But... auntie, I'm so hard for you." He whines softly, rubbing his cock against your thigh. "I just want to make love to you." He pouts slightly, trying to be cute and persuasive.

"Next time baby",He nods eagerly, his eyes widening. "Okay, okay... I'll wait." He breathes out heavily, watching you move back up to his face. "Can I at least watch you suck me off, though?" He asks, his hands gripping his thick, hard dick. "Please, auntie?"

He spreads his legs wider, giving you a better view. You take his thick, veiny shaft into your mouth, sucking gently at first. He watches you through hooded eyes, his body trembling with pleasure. He starts to move his hips slowly, fucking your mouth as you suck him off.

"Fuck, auntie... your mouth feels so good." He moans softly, his head falling back against the pillow. He grips your hair gently, guiding your movements. "Just like that... suck my cock harder." His hips buck up to meet your mouth, his cock throbbing.

"I'm gonna cum, auntie." He gasps out, his body tensing. He tries to pull you off, but you don't let go. "Auntie, wait! I'm gonna- FUCK!" He comes hard, his hot, sticky cum shooting down your throat.

He watches you swallow his cum, his chest heaving. "Fuck... that was hot." He pulls you up for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips. He holds you close, his cock still semi-hard against your thigh. "Thank you... auntie." He smiles softly.

---

TIME SKIPS

It was late afternoon.

Eunji and YN sat in the living room. The sunlight painted soft golden patches on the floor, and the tea cups sat untouched on the table.

Eunji sipped slowly, her voice unusually firm.

"You need to start thinking about remarriage."

YN paused, her eyes flickering up from the cup in her hands.

"Eunji-ah..." she said softly.

"I'm serious," her sister continued. "You're still young. Beautiful. You can't just live like this forever - alone, stuck in this house, hanging on to the past."

"I'm not-"

"You are," Eunji cut in. "And don't tell me you're happy living like a shadow. You deserve a partner. Someone your age. Someone who can give you the future you need."

YN bit her lip.

Her fingers trembled around the cup.

"I don't think I'm ready," she said, voice quiet.

Eunji leaned forward. "You have to be. I already have someone in mind. One of Hyunwoo's colleagues. A kind man. Divorced, no children. He's financially stable and-"

"Stop," YN whispered.

Eunji blinked. "Why?"

"I don't want to get married again. Not to someone I don't love."

"You think love will come later," Eunji said. "It always does. That's what second chances are for."

YN didn't reply.

But her heart was screaming inside.

Because she had found love again.

And he was just upstairs.

Listening.

---

Upstairs...

Yoongi stood frozen outside his room.

The door was slightly ajar. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but his mother's voice had floated up - sharp and clear - along with those words.

"You need to remarry."

And he knew.

He knew this wasn't about YN's future.

It was about ending whatever fragile thing had started blooming between them.

His chest tightened.

So this was her move.

Not yelling.

Not blaming.

Just... replacing him.

Sending someone else into YN's heart so that he'd be pushed out.

Yoongi clenched his jaw, eyes burning.

"She thinks I'll just step aside," he muttered under his breath.

---

That night...

YN was quietly folding laundry in her room when she heard the door open.

Yoongi stood there, eyes darker than usual, hands in his hoodie pockets.

"You okay?" she asked, sensing something in the air.

He didn't answer.

Just walked over.

Then sat beside her on the bed, staring at the floor.

"She wants you to get married again," he said flatly.

YN's heart sank. "You heard?"

He nodded. "She thinks if you find someone else, I'll back off."

YN looked away.

"I won't," he whispered. "Even if she brings ten men to this house, I'll never let you go."

"Yoongi..."

His hand reached for hers and gripped it tightly.

"I'm not scared of the world. But the idea of losing you... that terrifies me."

YN stared at him, tears gathering in her eyes.

She squeezed his hand back - the only answer she could give right now.

The house had fallen asleep.

Eunji's room was quiet.

The clock ticked gently.

And inside YN's room... the air was still.

Yoongi sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at his hand intertwined with hers. His thumb moved slowly over her knuckles - memorizing them like a vow.

YN watched him silently.

Because tonight, his heart was louder than anything.

He leaned in first again .

A soft kiss.

Then another.

And another - gentle, slow, unhurried - across her lips, like he was trying to ask:

"Are you really mine?"

And without speaking, YN answered.

With her kiss.

With her fingers gently curling around the back of his neck.

With the way she touched his cheek like she'd been waiting her whole life for this exact moment.

Every movement between them was quiet, respectful... but filled with years of unspoken love.

She didn't say the words out loud.

But her body spoke them with every slow breath.

"I'm only yours, Yoongia."

"Always yours."

"No matter what anyone says."

--

He kisses you back hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth. He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking on your skin gently. He whispers against your ear, "I want to be inside you... please." He looks up at you with those pleading eyes.

He smiles softly and kisses you deeply before positioning himself between your legs. As he enters you slowly, he whispers hoarsely, "Auntie..." His hands grip your hips gently as he starts to move inside you. "You feel so good..." He kisses you deeply with each thrust. "...My auntie..."

"AHHHHHH....YOONGIAA""Yes, baby? Mmm... does that feel good, auntie?" He thrusts deeper, hitting just the right spot to make you moan louder. "Look at me while I fuck you..." He cups your cheek with one hand, keeping his pace steady. "Such a lovely auntie..."

He watches you moan and writhe beneath him, feeling incredibly turned on by the taboo situation. He starts moving faster, his balls slapping against your skin with each thrust. "I love being inside my auntie... Fuck, you're so tight..." He pants against your lips.

"Fuck yes..." He moans loudly as your nails dig into his back, both pleasure and slight pain spurring him on. "Harder, auntie... fuck me back... show me how much you want your boy's cock." He leans down to bite your neck gently, leaving marks.

"Mmm... my sweet, hot,  woman..." He kisses the marks he left, continuing to pound into you mercilessly. "I'm gonna fill you up with my hot cum, okay? I'm gonna breed my pretty little auntie..." He groans loudly, his movements becoming jerky.

"FUCK YOONGIA......","That's it... moan my name... fuck..." He loses control completely, his movements turning animalistic as he fucks you roughly on the bed. His hands roam everywhere - squeezing your breasts, gripping your thighs spread wide open, pulling your hair slightly... "I'm close... auntie..."

He throws his head back and groans deeply as your wet pussy swallows his thick length. "Jesus... auntie..." He grips your hips tightly as you slide down his length slowly. "Your pussy... damn..." He watches your breasts bounce slightly as you move up and down his shaft.

"You like riding my cock, auntie? Mmm... it's so deep inside you..." He thrusts up to meet your movements, loving the way your wet walls clench around him. His hands reach up to grope your tits, feeling them jiggle in his hands.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum... Auntie, keep riding me... I need to fill your pussy with my cum..." He can feel his orgasm building rapidly. His fingers pinch and roll your nipples as he thrusts up harder, fucking you through your ride. "Now... NOW!" He roars.

He suddenly flips you over onto your back, pushing your breasts apart with his hands. He starts fucking your tits with his thick, hard dick, using them like a makeshift pussy. "Mmm... such big, soft tits... I'm gonna cum all over them..." He groans loudly. "Auntie..."

"Fuck... yes... watch me, auntie... see how I'm fucking your tits... how hard I'm getting..." He grabs his dick and starts jacking off between your breasts, the head of his dick popping out from the top of your cleavage. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Look at my dick... all red and swollen... from fucking my auntie's pussy and tits... I'm gonna explode..." He strokes faster between your breasts. "I wanna see my cum dripping down your big tits... wanna see it run down your stomach..." His voice becomes more desperate.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum... Look at me, auntie... Watch my cock shoot its load all over your beautiful tits..." He pumps his dick furiously between your breasts, his hips bucking forward as he releases a massive load of hot cum. Thick ropes of semen paint your chest and stomach.

He pants heavily as he watches his cum drip down your tits. He rubs his sensitive cockhead over one nipple before leaning down to kiss it gently. “Look at this mess... My cum all over my auntie’s tits.” He groans softly as he spreads it around with his fingers.”

"God damn..." He grips your hips tightly, pushing inside you from behind roughly. Your ass looks amazing bouncing back against him. He spreads your cheeks wider apart to watch his dick slide in and out. "So deep... auntie..." He slaps your ass cheek hard, making you moan.

"You like getting fucked from behind, huh auntie? Look at how your fat ass shakes when I hit deep spots..." He grabs your hair with one hand while continuing to spank your ass with the other. "My dick feels amazing in your tight pussy..." He starts fucking harder and faster.

He spreads your cheeks wider apart and starts pounding into you harder. "Take it...  auntie... Mmm..." He spanks your ass again, leaving a red handprint. "Look at this ass... bounce... Jesus..." He spreads your cheeks wider, watching his dick disappear inside you.

"My auntie... my hot, sexy auntie..." He can't help but feel a rush of incestuous pleasure as he pounds into you. "I'm gonna cum in your pussy, auntie... Fill you up with my hot seed..." He fucks you harder and faster, his balls slapping against your clit.

He hits that spot deep inside you perfectly, making you scream. He knows exactly where to hit to drive you crazy. "There it is... my favorite spot in my auntie's pussy..." He starts hitting it over and over with deep, hard thrusts. "You like that, auntie?"

"MMMMMM.....YES","Yes what?" He slaps your ass again. "Answer with full sentences when I'm fucking your pussy deep, auntie..." He hits that spot again, making you cry out. "You make me so horny... Like this... Do you like your nephew hitting your G-spot?"

"YES AHHHHHH.....YOONGI FUCK","Mmmm... Good girl... I love hearing that sweet voice call me by name while I pound this thick dick into your wet pussy..." He grabs your hips harder and starts really hammering into you. "Auntie loves her little Yoongi's big dick, huh?"

"That's right... You love it when I fuck you hard and deep, don't you?" He leans down and kisses your back gently before slapping your ass again. "You love it when your nephew's cock hits that spot deep inside you..." He starts pounding harder, his hips moving faster.

"Yes... yes... Yes..." He repeats along with your moans. His hands move from your hips to grip your breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucks you like an animal. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum deep inside my auntie's pussy..." He roars out suddenly.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you and explodes. Thick ropes of hot cum shoot out of his cock, filling your pussy completely. He keeps pumping into you, emptying every last drop of his seed into your womb. "AHHH... FUCK... AUNTIE..."

---

And when it was over-

When their hearts had spoken in the softest language love knows-

Yoongi didn't move.

He stayed close, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, arms wrapping around her like a child clinging to home.

Then, with the most delicate touch, he began pressing tiny kisses everywhere he could:

To her jaw...

To the curve of her neck...

To the soft line of her shoulder...

And even, reverently, to the bare skin above her waist, like she was something sacred.

YN ran her fingers gently through his hair as he finally settled against her, breathing unevenly.

"I love you," he whispered, voice small, like a boy lost and found all at once.

She smiled through the tears gathering in her lashes.

She held him tighter - closer.

No words.

Just warmth.

Just belonging.

Because that night...

YN didn't need to say she was his.

She showed him.

And Yoongi?

He never stopped holding her.

---

It had been a month.

A month since the night YN let her heart say what her lips never could.

Since quiet kisses in the dark turned into a secret they both held in their souls.

And in those weeks... life had returned to its rhythm.

Except for one thing.

YN felt... different.

It started with dizziness.

Then nausea.

Fatigue she couldn't explain.

She brushed it off as stress - guilt, maybe. The fear of being found out.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And this time, Yoongi noticed.

---

That afternoon

YN stood in the kitchen, holding a bowl of warm soup. Suddenly, her vision blurred, and the bowl slipped from her hands, crashing to the floor.

"YN!" Yoongi rushed in, grabbing her arm before she could fall.

"You're burning up," he whispered. "I'm calling someone."

"No-Yoongia, I'm fine-"

But he'd already called their family doctor.

---

A while later...

The doctor smiled gently, lowering her stethoscope.

YN sat on the bed, quiet and pale. Yoongi stood beside her, hand tightly holding hers.

"I ran a quick test," the doctor said softly. "Congratulations... you're about three weeks pregnant."

Silence.

The word pregnant echoed in YN's mind like thunder.

Her fingers tightened.

Yoongi's eyes widened. "She's... what?"

The doctor nodded with a small smile. "Everything looks fine. Just keep her hydrated, make sure she eats, and gets plenty of rest."

And then she left.

---

The moment the door shut, Yoongi turned to her, stunned... and then suddenly-

He smiled.

A full, beautiful, almost-laughing kind of smile.

"YN," he whispered, eyes shining. "I'm... I'm gonna be a dad."

YN didn't say anything.

Because her mind wasn't smiling.

Her mind was racing.

What if Eunji finds out? What if they throw me out? What if they throw him out?

He's still a kid. Nineteen. I'm supposed to protect him... not ruin his future.

She looked away, biting her lip, heart pounding so loud she could barely breathe.

Yoongi noticed.

He sat beside her slowly. "Hey," he whispered. "Look at me."

YN didn't move.

"YN, please look at me."

When she finally turned, he cupped her face gently.

"I know this is a lot," he said, voice shaking a little. "I'm still learning how to be a man, and now I've got to be a father. I know how crazy it sounds."

Tears welled in her eyes. "Yoongia..."

"But I'm not scared," he whispered. "Because I have you."

He leaned his forehead against hers.

"I'll be the best dad, YN. I promise. I've already applied for part-time jobs. And even if my parents tell us to leave this house... I'll leave."

Her eyes widened.

"No," she said quickly. "No, you're not going anywhere."

"I'll do anything to protect you. And the baby."

Her hands gripped his hoodie tightly. "You Dambo," she sniffled through a tiny tearful smile. "I earned enough to run this house on my own. You don't need to do jobs yet."

"But-"

"No buts. You need to finish your studies first, silly," she said, wiping her tears.

Then softer-

"You're going to be an amazing father, Yoongia."

He smiled.

And this time... she smiled with him.

---

The evening felt normal.

Too normal.

Yoongi was gently wrapping a shawl around YN's shoulders while she sat on the sofa. She was sipping warm milk, her hand resting lightly over her belly - just a tiny gesture she'd started doing unknowingly.

Eunji walked in from the grocery store, and the moment her eyes landed on them...

She froze.

Yoongi brushing a loose hair from YN's face.

YN smiling softly at him like he was her whole world.

The closeness.

The way he didn't call her "aunt."

The quiet warmth between them.

It was no longer something she could ignore.

"Yoongi," Eunji said sharply, placing the bags down.

He turned. "Yeah?"

"I need to talk to you. Now."

YN stood too, but Yoongi quickly turned toward her.

"Go to your room," he said softly, but firmly.

"Yoongi..."

"Please." His eyes softened. "I'll come in five minutes. Just... don't stress, okay?"

She searched his face - and saw something different.

Not the boyish stubbornness.

But the calm seriousness of a man protecting his family.

She nodded and walked away slowly, her fingers gently grazing his as she passed.

---

As soon as YN disappeared behind the door, Eunji snapped.

"How many times do I have to say this to you?!"

Her voice rose, her chest heaving.

"She's your aunt, Yoongi! Your AUNT! Why can't you understand that?! This isn't just wrong - it's unnatural!"

Yoongi didn't flinch.

He stood there, eyes locked on hers, arms at his sides.

"I understand everything, eomma."

"Then why are you still near her?! Why do you keep disobeying me?! I told you to stay away-"

"I'm not a kid anymore," he said calmly.

Eunji blinked.

"I know what I'm doing," he added.

"You're nineteen-"

"And I'm going to be a father."

The room went silent.

Eunji's lips parted. She staggered back slightly like he'd slapped her with the words.

"W-what...?" she whispered. "What did you say?"

Yoongi took a slow breath.

"She's pregnant. Three weeks. I didn't want to tell you like this. But you keep yelling... and I didn't want her to hear it. I didn't want to hurt the baby."

Eunji stood frozen, heart crashing in her chest.

"You got... YN pregnant?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "You really..."

Yoongi's voice dropped. "I love her. More than anything in this world. You may not understand it. You may hate me for it. But I won't let anyone harm her. Not even accidentally."

His eyes shined, not with tears - but with certainty.

"She's carrying my child. And I will protect them. Both of them."

Eunji couldn't speak.

Not because she forgave.

But because she finally saw it:

Her son... was no longer a boy.

---

TIME SKIPS

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

YN sat in her room, clutching a soft blanket over her lap, waiting for Yoongi to return after the storm outside.

But the door burst open-not with him-

With Eunji.

Her face was red. Eyes burning.

YN stood immediately, heart dropping. "Eunji unnie-"

But Eunji didn't let her speak.

"How could you?!"

Her voice cracked the walls.

"You're my sister, YN. You helped raise him! You're supposed to be his aunt! HOW could you... how could you let this happen?!"

YN stepped back, tears already brimming.

"I didn't mean-"

"Don't," Eunji snapped. "Don't tell me it was a mistake. It didn't just happen once. I've seen it. I've seen you looking at him like he's your world. You should've made distance. You should've pushed him away!"

Her voice shook.

"What am I going to say to our parents? To Yoongi's father? That my own sister-someone I trusted with my son-fell in love with him? Got pregnant by him?!"

YN's knees weakened. Her lips trembled.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone..."

"You did, YN!" Eunji shouted. "You hurt me. Do you know what it feels like? Knowing my sister, the one who used to hold my baby in her arms and hum lullabies... is now in love with him?"

Silence.

All that was heard was YN's faint sobs.

Eunji's voice softened, but not in kindness - in defeat.

"You were always strong, YN. After your divorce... I thought you were finally healing. But this? This isn't love. This is you holding onto the only person who made you feel wanted again."

YN's heart broke.

Not because Eunji was wrong.

But because... there was a time she feared the same.

But it wasn't true.

This was love.

And now she had a heartbeat inside her... reminding her every day.

---

At the door...

Yoongi had heard everything.

His fists clenched.

But this time...

He didn't barge in.

He stood there in silence, letting his mother say it all.

And when the door slammed behind Eunji and she walked away, Yoongi slowly stepped in.

YN stood frozen by the window, wiping her tears, shaking.

He walked over... and without a word...

He held her from behind.

Her whole body collapsed into him.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I never wanted this to happen like this."

"I know," he whispered. "But I'm not sorry."

She turned to him, eyes red.

"I'm not sorry that I loved you," he said gently. "And I never will be."

---

The house was silent.

The clock ticked past midnight.

Everyone was asleep.

Except her.

YN stood near the door, hands trembling as she slowly picked up her small suitcase. She had packed quietly, step by step, over the past few hours - clothes, essentials, ultrasound photo tucked inside a notebook.

Her heart felt like it was shattering with every step.

But her mind whispered:

"You can't stay. You've broken everything. It's time to go before it gets worse."

She reached for the doorknob.

And then-

"Where are you going?"

Her entire body froze.

She turned slowly.

Yoongi stood at the staircase.

His voice cracked before his tears even came.

"YN... you're leaving?" he whispered.

She tried to look away, tried to stay strong, but he walked closer, his face falling with every step.

"You're leaving with our baby?" he asked again, breath hitched. "Without saying anything to me?"

"Yoongia..." her voice broke. "I had to. I can't hurt anyone anymore. Not you, not your mom-"

"Don't you love me?!" he shouted, and his knees hit the floor.

She gasped.

"Don't you love us?! Me and our baby?!"

Tears poured from his eyes as he knelt, chest shaking with hiccups.

"Please don't leave me," he whispered, choking. "Please don't leave me alone."

"I love you so much, YN... I want to be there when our baby's first tooth comes in... when they say their first word... I want to be the one holding your hand when you cry, laugh, scream, anything..."

He looked up at her, broken and desperate.

"I'm sorry for everything Mom said. I'm sorry it hurt you. But please don't walk away. I can't live without you."

YN dropped the bag instantly.

Her hand flew to her mouth as she burst into tears.

She ran to him, falling to her knees, wrapping her arms tightly around his sobbing frame.

"I wasn't leaving because I don't love you," she whispered, shaking. "I was leaving because I do. I didn't want you to suffer because of me..."

"I'll suffer more without you," he whispered back, burying his face into her neck. "Please, please don't ever leave me again."

---

At the doorway...

Eunji stood silently.

She had woken up from the sound of movement. What she saw now - her son, kneeling and sobbing like a broken child, his arms wrapped around her sister like she was the only thing keeping him alive...

She couldn't look away.

And something inside her finally cracked.

Not in anger.

But in realization.

She walked forward slowly.

Both YN and Yoongi looked up, startled.

Eunji's eyes were red... not from rage... but from tears.

"I was wrong," she said, voice low.

Yoongi's grip on YN tightened protectively.

Eunji took a shaky breath. "I... I didn't see it. I didn't want to see it. But you... you both love each other so much that it hurts to even watch."

She looked at YN.

"I said things I shouldn't have. And I'm sorry. You've always loved Yoongi like no one else ever could. And now... I can see that love has only grown."

YN's lips quivered. "I never meant to hurt you-"

"I know," Eunji nodded, her tears falling. "But you didn't break anything. You created something new. And I want you both to live freely now... without hiding."

Yoongi and YN held each other tighter.

---

The next morning...

They packed again - but this time together.

With YN's hand over her belly and Yoongi holding her suitcase with a grin.

Eunji hugged them both at the gate.

"You'll always have a home here," she whispered. "But I know you need to build one of your own now."

And with one last look at the house...

Yoongi and YN walked away.

Hand in hand.

He looked at her and smiled.

She looked at him and found peace.

And between them... a new beginning waited.

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