The next few days blurred into a profound testament to Jungkook's unwavering devotion. He became Taehyung's shadow, his nurse, his unwavering anchor in the stormy sea of sniffles and aches. Sleep remained a distant dream for Jungkook.

He administered medication on schedule, prepared an endless stream of comforting teas and light broths, and ensured Taehyung was warm, hydrated, and as comfortable as possible.

His powerful hands, usually orchestrating empires, now gently fluffed pillows and checked forehead temperatures.

Taehyung, in his profound misery, made sure his complaints were heard. Every cough was a dramatic declaration of impending doom, every sniffle a profound lament.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung rasped one afternoon, clutching a tissue to his perpetually runny nose.

"My profound nose feels like a leaky faucet of misery. Are you sure I'm not profoundly dissolving?"

Jungkook, sitting patiently by the bed, offered him a fresh cup of warm ginger tea.

"Your profound dramatics are still very much intact, dramatic darling. That's a good sign." He managed a small smile, but inside, he felt utterly drained.

His own body was now staging a relentless rebellion. The nausea was a constant, debilitating companion, often peaking in sharp, almost unbearable waves that forced him to excuse himself from the room with increasing frequency.

He would quietly make his way to the bathroom, enduring bouts of vomiting that left him trembling and weak.

The fatigue was bone-deep, a heavy cloak that made every movement an effort. His limbs felt strangely heavy, and his head often swam with a profound dizziness, forcing him to lean on walls or furniture when out of Taehyung's sight.

He survived on short, stolen moments of rest in his office chair and sheer, unadulterated willpower.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung whimpered later that evening, still congested but his voice gaining a little strength, "this profound cough is simply trying to evict my profound lungs! I might never breathe profoundly again!"

Jungkook, who had just returned from another discreet trip to the bathroom, feeling clammy and lightheaded, forced a steadying breath.

"Your lungs are not going anywhere, my love. They are far too dramatic to simply abandon you." He felt a profound aversion to the smell of the cough syrup he was about to give Taehyung, but he pushed past it, his focus entirely on his sick darling. He poured the medicine, his hand shaking almost imperceptibly.

As Taehyung slowly began to recover, the acute misery of his cold began to recede, and his profound complaints, though still present, became less all-consuming.

This shift in focus allowed him to gradually become more observant of Jungkook.

He noticed the subtle changes. Jungkook, who rarely showed a hint of weakness, now moved with a profound caution.

His eyes, usually so sharp and alert, were often bloodshot and held a perpetual tiredness. Taehyung saw him press a hand to his stomach more frequently, a quiet, almost instinctive gesture.

He also noticed the increasing trips to the bathroom, and the faint, lingering scent of ginger on Jungkook's breath even when he hadn't seen him drink it.

One morning, when Taehyung was well enough to sit up and eat a light breakfast, he watched Jungkook take a hesitant sip of his usual strong coffee, only to quickly put it down, a faint grimace crossing his face before he composed himself.

"Bunny Boss," Taehyung said, his brow furrowed with concern, his voice no longer thick with congestion.

"You're not drinking your coffee. And you look... profoundly exhausted. Have you been sleeping at all?" His recovery was bringing back his sharpness, and with it, a profound, growing worry for the man who had so selflessly cared for him.

The hidden struggles of his 'mafia wifey' were slowly, subtly, coming into focus.

Days later, the profound misery of Taehyung's cold finally receded. He woke one morning feeling profoundly refreshed, his nose clear, his throat soothed, and his vibrant energy surging back.

He bounced out of bed, a true dramatic darling restored to his former glory.

"Bunny Boss!" he declared, finding Jungkook in the living room, ostensibly reading a report. "I am profoundly recovered! The profound illness has retreated before my profound will and your magnificent care!"

He launched himself onto the sofa beside Jungkook, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

Jungkook chuckled, a genuine, relieved sound. He gently squeezed Taehyung's arm.

"Indeed, dramatic darling. Your profound health has returned. My profound efforts were not in vain." He studied Taehyung's bright eyes and clear complexion, a wave of relief washing over him.

Now that Taehyung was well, he could finally face his own escalating reality.

Later that afternoon, under the guise of an "important business meeting," Jungkook had Dr. Lee discreetly brought to his private office at the headquarters.

The plush, soundproofed room offered the perfect environment for a confidential discussion. Agent Kang ensured absolute privacy, standing guard outside.

Jungkook sat across from Dr. Lee, his usual composure battling a profound apprehension. He detailed his symptoms: the persistent nausea, the frequent vomiting, the profound fatigue, the dizziness, the recent aversion to certain smells.

He omitted nothing, even mentioning the slight fullness he'd noticed in his chest.

Dr. Lee listened attentively, her expression serious. She conducted a thorough examination, including a few quick tests with portable equipment she carried.

The silence in the room stretched, punctuated only by the soft whirring of a medical device.

Finally, she put away her instruments and turned to Jungkook, her gaze direct but gentle.

"Mr. Jeon," she began, her voice calm and professional, "based on your symptoms and the tests I've conducted, the conclusion is clear. You are pregnant."

Jungkook's formidable exterior cracked for a fleeting moment. He had suspected, yes, but hearing the definitive confirmation, spoken aloud, hit him with a profound force. Pregnancy.

His body, capable of so much, was now carrying new life. The reality settled over him, overwhelming and bewildering.

He, the unyielding boss, the man of control, was profoundly experiencing something utterly beyond his command.

He took a slow, deep breath, his mind racing, processing the implications. "How far along?" he asked, his voice a low, steady rumble, even as his heart pounded.

"Approximately eight weeks, Mr. Jeon," Dr. Lee confirmed. "It's still very early. Your symptoms are quite common at this stage."

Jungkook leaned back, running a hand over his face. Pregnancy. With Taehyung.

After so many profound moments of intimacy. The joy of the prospect warred with a sudden, icy wave of dread.

"Doctor," Jungkook said, his voice hardening, "this information is to remain absolutely confidential. No one. Not even Mr. Kim. Especially not Mr. Kim."

Dr. Lee looked at him, her expression turning to profound concern. "Mr. Jeon, this is significant news. He has a right to know. And a pregnancy, especially early on, requires support, rest, and minimal stress."

"I understand the profound implications, Doctor," Jungkook cut her off, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

"But the timing is... impossible. I am about to embark on a dangerous mission. A mission that has been years in the making. It involves revenge on the person responsible for the profound suffering of my past, the reason I lost my parents, and the reason for all these years of waiting. This mission is highly volatile. I cannot, under any circumstances, place Taehyung in a position of profound worry, or, worse, profound danger, by revealing this now. He needs to remain carefree and unburdened."

His gaze was resolute, utterly unyielding. "You will provide me with all necessary medical guidance for this condition, privately. I will manage my symptoms. And this secret remains between us. Is that understood?"

Dr. Lee sighed, recognizing the profound will and determination in the man before her.

"Understood, Mr. Jeon," she conceded, though her brow remained furrowed with professional concern. "But please, consider the profound risks. For both of you."

Jungkook nodded. He knew the risks. But the path for his revenge, and the profound protection of his dramatic darling, was now irrevocably set. He would carry this profound secret, and this profound new life, alone, through the storm ahead.

Time skip

The mansion was quiet, Taehyung and Jimin likely engrossed in their vacation plans. But in his private study, the silence was heavy, punctuated only by the soft click of Jungkook's pen and the low hum of his advanced computer system.

He sat at his imposing desk, not reviewing market reports or strategic acquisitions, but staring at a file that held the profound, bitter essence of his past.

The file was thick, years of meticulously gathered intelligence, all pointing to one name: Kim Hyunbin. A name that had haunted Jungkook's every waking moment, every driven ambition, since the profound trauma of his childhood.

Jungkook's eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, were now clouded with a raw, simmering fury. His gaze was fixed on a high-resolution photo paper-clipped to the file's cover.

It was an older man, his face etched with a deceptive calm that Jungkook knew hid a ruthless core. He traced the man's features with the tip of his pen, a dark, dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Hyunbin," Jungkook whispered, his voice a low, venomous growl, filled with years of suppressed rage.

"You thought you could vanish? That you could hide behind your new façade?" He scoffed, a bitter, humorless sound.

"You took everything. My parents. My innocence. You branded my life with suffering and waiting. Every step, every deal, every acquisition since then has been for this."

His fingers tightened around the pen, the plastic creaking under the pressure. He didn't just trace the photo; he dug the pen tip into it, leaving faint indentations, as if he could physically inflict the pain that Hyunbin had caused him.

"You've been enjoying your profound freedom, haven't you?" Jungkook continued, his voice laced with pure venom. "Building your new empire from the ashes you left behind. But the 'years of waiting' are over, Hyunbin. My patience has finally run out."

He slammed the file shut with a sharp, decisive thud that echoed in the quiet room. The photo of Kim Hyunbin, the architect of his profound misery, was now hidden, but his face was burned into Jungkook's memory.

The upcoming mission wasn't just dangerous; it was deeply personal. It was the culmination of a lifetime of pain and a relentless pursuit of revenge.

And despite the profound, bewildering changes happening within his own body, nothing would deter him from finally settling this score. Not now. Not ever.

Jungkook remained at his desk, the closed file on Kim Hyunbin a silent, infuriating presence. The rage, simmering beneath his controlled exterior, now began to boil.

He picked up the file again, not to open it, but to hold it, its very weight a testament to the years of profound suffering it represented.

"You piece of filth," he snarled, his voice a low, guttural growl that would send shivers down the spines of even his most hardened men.

"You thought you were untouchable? That you could vanish, change your name, live in luxury while I clawed my way out of the ashes you left?" His knuckles were white, clutching the file.

His mind replayed fragmented, agonizing memories: the crackle of flames, the screams, the chilling silence that followed.

The profound emptiness that had swallowed his childhood whole. And at the center of it all, the calculating face of Kim Hyunbin, the man who had orchestrated his family's downfall for his own twisted gain.

"Every breath I've taken, every empire I've built, it's been a slow, agonizing climb back to this moment," Jungkook continued, his voice laced with a raw, burning intensity.

"I swore on their graves, Hyunbin. I swore I would find you. And I would make you pay. Every single profound debt."

He slammed the file back down, the sound sharp and final. His eyes, usually a cool, analytical dark, now blazed with a fierce, unyielding light. The long years of waiting had only forged his resolve into something harder than steel, sharper than any blade.

"I will burn you to the ground," he vowed, the words a chilling whisper of pure vengeance. "I will dismantle every profound piece of your new life, just as you dismantled mine. And when there's nothing left, you'll know exactly who sent you to your profound ruin. You will remember the name Jeon Jungkook."

The promise hung heavy in the air, a dark, profound vow. His own body might be navigating unfamiliar territory, harboring a profound new life, but the fires of revenge, stoked for decades, burned hotter and more fiercely than ever. Kim Hyunbin's time was profoundly up.

One month later, the air in the mansion was thick with a new kind of anticipation.

It was result day. Taehyung, despite his usual profound confidence, was pacing the living room, a nervous energy vibrating off him. Jimin sat calmly on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, though even his composed demeanor showed a subtle undercurrent of tension.

Jungkook, having just returned from a crucial, yet profoundly draining, operational briefing concerning Kim Hyunbin, walked in.

He had managed to keep his escalating pregnancy symptoms a closely guarded secret, though the constant nausea and fatigue were a relentless internal battle.

His focus, however, was now entirely on the two young men. He carried his laptop, its screen glowing.

"Alright," Jungkook announced, his voice a steadying presence. "The university portal is live."

He set the laptop on the coffee table, his movements precise, betraying none of his internal discomfort. "Are we ready for the profound reveal?"

Taehyung stopped pacing instantly, his eyes wide. "Ready, Bunny Boss! Profoundly ready! Or profoundly terrified! Both!"

Jimin looked up, a small smile playing on his lips. "Let's do this."

Jungkook opened the university's result portal. "Whose profound destiny shall I unveil first?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Mine!" Taehyung practically squeaked. "My center number is 1007!"

Jungkook nodded, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. He typed in Taehyung's center number and then clicked 'submit.' The screen loaded for a agonizing moment, then the results page appeared.

Jungkook's eyes scanned the page, and then, slowly, his eyebrows rose. A genuine, profound look of surprise spread across his face, replacing his usual stoicism. He blinked, then looked again, his gaze fixed on the numbers.

"Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice quiet, almost disbelieving. He then looked up, his eyes shining with profound pride, directly at his dramatic darling. "You topped the college."

Taehyung gasped, his jaw dropping. "Profoundly? Are you profoundly serious, Bunny Boss? Which subject? Accountancy?"

"Not just one subject, dramatic darling," Jungkook clarified, a deep, satisfied chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Your overall percentage is 98%. You are the college topper for your entire first year. Every single subject. You profoundly excelled."

Taehyung stared, speechless for a moment, then let out a whoop of pure joy, leaping into the air.

"I knew it! My profound genius! All those profound complaints were just... profound motivation!" He was practically bouncing off the walls, radiating pure, unadulterated triumph.

Jimin, equally stunned, clapped for Taehyung, genuinely happy for his friend. "Taehyung, that's amazing! Congratulations!"

"Now, Jiminie," Jungkook said, his smile still wide, a profound sense of paternal pride washing over him. He typed in Jimin's center number, 1108. The page loaded instantly.

Jungkook's eyes widened again, this time with a different kind of surprise, quickly followed by immense satisfaction. He looked at Jimin, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"And you, pragmatic strategist," Jungkook announced, his voice full of warmth and pride. "You scored 98.5%. You topped him."

Jimin's eyes widened, a rare flicker of profound shock on his usually composed face.

"98.5%? Are you serious?" He quickly moved to look at the screen himself, his jaw dropping when he saw the numbers. "I... I did?"

Taehyung, pausing his celebration, dramatically clutched his chest.

"What?! Jiminie! My profound achievement has been profoundly overshadowed by your even more profound achievement!" But even as he complained, a wide, genuine grin broke out on his face. "Congratulations, Jiminie! We both profoundly slayed those exams!"

Jungkook closed the laptop, a profound sense of accomplishment filling the room. His boys had excelled beyond even his high expectations. The hidden discomfort in his stomach, the silent battle of his secret, seemed a small price to pay for moments of such profound pride and joy.

The architect of his misery, Kim Hyunbin, would soon discover just how formidable the man he had wronged had truly become, even with the profound secret he now carried.

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