Even with the excitement of Daegu, a profound desire to see his parents, whom he hadn't visited in years, stirred within Taehyung.

The idea had suddenly blossomed after Jungkook’s revelation about his being in Daegu for a “business trip.” Now that he was here, in his hometown, he couldn't leave without seeing them.

He felt a pang of profound sadness that Jungkook wouldn't accompany him, but he understood the need for privacy when meeting his family, especially since they knew nothing about his relationship with Jungkook.

"Jiminie," Taehyung announced one morning, bursting into Jimin's room. "My profound heart yearns for my profound parental units! We're going to see them!"

Jimin, who was just finishing his breakfast, looked up, surprised. "Now? But Jungkook said he had a meeting today..."

"Exactly!" Taehyung declared. "Which means profound freedom for us to embark on a profound family reunion! You're my sidekick, Jiminie, so you're coming for moral support and profound entertainment."

Taehyung directed the villa's driver to a charming, traditional Korean house nestled in a quiet, leafy neighborhood of Daegu. The moment the car pulled up, a profound wave of nostalgia washed over him. This was home.

He practically bounded out of the car, Jimin trailing behind him with a small, polite wave to the driver. Taehyung ran to the familiar front gate, his heart pounding with anticipation. He pushed it open, stepping into the small, meticulously kept garden.

"Eomma! Appa!" Taehyung called out, his voice echoing with profound joy, a sound that hadn't been heard in that garden for far too long.

A moment later, the front door swung open. Taehyung's mother, a kind-faced woman with warm eyes, emerged, carrying a watering can. She stopped dead, her eyes widening in profound disbelief. The watering can clattered to the ground.

"Taehyung-ah?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "My... my son? Is that truly you?" Tears immediately sprang to her eyes.

Taehyung rushed forward, enveloping his mother in a profound, bone-crushing hug. "Eomma! It's me! Your most profound and dramatic son! I missed you profoundly!"

She held him tightly, patting his back, tears streaming down her face. "My goodness, you're here! What a surprise! We didn't expect you for months! Why didn't you call?"

Taehyung pulled back, beaming. "It was a profound spontaneous decision! I'm here for a vacation, and I couldn't be this close to my profound family without seeing you!" iHe then gestured to Jimin, who was standing respectfully a few steps back. "Eomma, this is my best friend, Park Jimin! My profound sidekick and academic rival."

Taehyung's mother, still wiping her tears, offered Jimin a warm, welcoming smile. "Oh, welcome, welcome, Jimin-ah! Please, come in! What a profound surprise, indeed!"

As they stepped into the cozy warmth of the house, Taehyung looked around, a question forming on his lips. "Where's Appa, Eomma? Is he at work?" A familiar pang of profound disappointment struck him, a feeling he'd experienced too many times before.

His mother sighed softly. "Your father is... not here right now, Taehyung-ah. He had some urgent business to attend to. He's out of town for a few days."

She didn't elaborate, simply steered them towards the living room, already bustling about to prepare tea and snacks for her unexpected, yet profoundly welcome, guests.

Taehyung felt a familiar, profound sadness that his father wasn't available, but he quickly pushed it aside, determined to make the most of his time with his mother.

He sat down, Jimin settling beside him, and began to recount their academic triumphs, leaving out any mention of the formidable man who had made it all possible, and who was currently, unknowingly, operating in the same city, just miles away.

Days turned into a week, a delicate balance of domesticity and deadly purpose.

Taehyung and Jimin reveled in their vacation, exploring Daegu's sights, and spending precious time with Taehyung's mother. Taehyung, still unaware of the profound danger lurking in the same city, was blissfully happy, his recent cold a distant memory.

Jungkook maintained his façade flawlessly, orchestrating his revenge mission against Kim Hyunbin with ruthless precision while meticulously hiding his escalating pregnancy symptoms.

But now, the final, most dangerous phase of the mission was upon him. Tonight was the night.

In the quiet solitude of his villa bedroom, Jungkook stood before a large, full-length mirror. He had just finished a final, grueling tactical review with Agent Kang, his mind sharp, his plans watertight.

He was in the process of getting dressed for the operation, donning the sleek, dark, tactical gear that was both familiar armor and a profound symbol of the life he led.

His attention, however, wasn't on the dark fabric he was pulling on. His gaze was fixed, unblinking, on his stomach. It was still flat, betraying no outward sign of the life growing within.

No one would ever suspect. Yet, he felt its presence, a subtle, profound warmth beneath his navel, a quiet pulse that was entirely separate from his own.

He gently, almost reverently, placed a hand over the area. A profound wave of nausea rolled through him, stronger than usual, perhaps fueled by the combination of extreme nerves for the mission and the accelerating changes within his body. He swallowed hard, pushing it down, his jaw clenching. He felt a profound, bittersweet ache.

"You're going to be okay," he whispered, not to himself, but to the nascent life within. His voice was raw, filled with a mix of fear, profound love, and an iron-clad resolve. "Appa will make sure of that."

He looked at his reflection, seeing the formidable leader he presented to the world – sharp, dangerous, utterly in control. But beneath that exterior, he was a man profoundly divided: a ruthless avenger preparing for a deadly confrontation, and a soon-to-be parent about to walk into profound danger.

The profound fear for the life growing inside him warred fiercely with the deep-seated, burning need for revenge. He knew, with absolute certainty, that he had to go through with this. Kim Hyunbin had to pay. But the stakes were immeasurably higher now.

He pulled a specialized vest over his torso, securing it tightly, his hands working on autopilot. The vest would offer protection, but it wouldn't hide the truth from Taehyung. That was why this secret had to remain buried, deeply.

He thought of Taehyung, blissfully unaware, probably sleeping soundly in the next room, dreaming of beaches and profound freedom. He pictured Taehyung's reaction if he knew. The profound worry that would consume him, the desperate pleas, the refusal to let Jungkook out of his sight. Taehyung, with his tender heart, would try to stop him, to shield him, and that was a risk Jungkook simply could not take.

He knew Taehyung wouldn't leave him if he revealed the pregnancy. And he couldn't afford any distractions, any hesitation, for this mission. Too many lives, too many years of waiting, depended on his absolute focus.

He finished dressing, picking up his weapon, its familiar weight a cold comfort in his hand. One last glance at his reflection. The formidable boss, the secret parent, ready for battle.

"It's time," he murmured, his voice steady. The final confrontation with Kim Hyunbin awaited.

Jungkook moved through the villa, his steps silent, his mind a steel trap of tactical plans and contingencies. Yet, even as he mentally rehearsed every move for the impending confrontation with Kim Hyunbin, a powerful, profound current ran beneath the surface of his thoughts: the life growing inside him.

His hand instinctively went to his stomach, a fleeting, almost imperceptible gesture. He felt no bump, no outward sign, but the knowledge was a constant, profound presence.

It was a warmth, a quiet thrum beneath his skin, an undeniable connection to Taehyung, a piece of their shared future literally taking root within him.

He was the formidable boss, orchestrating a dangerous mission years in the making, driven by a raw, burning need for revenge.

But he was also a soon-to-be parent, and the profound weight of that responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders, adding an unexpected layer of vulnerability to his otherwise impenetrable resolve.

A child. Ours. The thought echoed in his mind, tender and terrifying in equal measure. He pictured Taehyung's reaction, his dramatic darling's face lighting up with profound joy, then twisting with profound worry.

He had made the choice to hide it, for Taehyung's safety, for the success of this mission. But the profound truth of it, the simple, undeniable fact of a new life, constantly tugged at his focus.

He imagined the profound happiness he would feel, holding their child, seeing Taehyung dote on them, showering them with his boundless love and dramatic affection. He pictured a future, beyond this night, beyond Kim Hyunbin, a future filled with family, with peace.

But first, there was the mission. There was Hyunbin. The man who had taken his own parents, who had inflicted a lifetime of profound suffering. He had to ensure that future for his child, for Taehyung.

He had to eliminate the threat, destroy the very source of his past misery, so that this new life, and Taehyung's profound happiness, could truly flourish, unburdened by the shadows of his revenge.

He clenched his jaw. The profound love for his unborn child, and for Taehyung, became a new, powerful fuel for his resolve. It didn't distract him from the danger; it sharpened his focus, adding an even deeper, more profound reason to succeed.

He would walk into hell if he had to, to secure their future. He would ensure Kim Hyunbin paid, so that his child, and Taehyung, would never know the profound pain he had endured.

The villa was profoundly quiet. Taehyung, exhausted from his day of exploring Daegu with Jimin and the lingering effects of his profound cold, was already deeply asleep in their shared bed.

Jungkook, fully dressed in his mission gear, stood by the window, the city lights of Daegu stretching out beneath him, a silent backdrop to the profound, dangerous night ahead.

He walked quietly to the bed, his movements fluid and soft. He sat gently on the edge, the mattress barely dipping under his weight.

Taehyung was curled on his side, his breathing even and peaceful, utterly oblivious to the profound journey Jungkook was about to embark on, and the profound secret he carried.

Jungkook reached out, his hand trembling almost imperceptibly, and gently pushed a strand of hair from Taehyung's forehead.

His heart ached with a profound tenderness, a sharp contrast to the cold resolve he needed for the mission. He leaned closer, his voice a low, raw whisper, meant only for Taehyung's sleeping ears.

"My dramatic darling," Jungkook murmured, his gaze sweeping over Taehyung's peaceful face. "My profound love. I'm leaving now. For a little while."

He swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat. "Please, don't worry. Just enjoy your vacation. Enjoy your freedom. Be profoundly happy."

He paused, a profound wave of nausea rolling over him, tightening his stomach. He pressed his free hand to his abdomen, taking a steadying breath. This was it. The moment of profound truth, for him alone.

He took Taehyung's hand, so warm and soft in his own, and gently, with a profound, almost reverent slowness, guided it to his lower abdomen. He placed Taehyung's palm flat against his own stomach, pressing it there.

It was still flat, firm, betraying no visible sign of the life within. But the connection, the profound intimacy of that touch, was undeniable.

"And you, my profound love," Jungkook whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes fixed on their joined hands over his womb. "You keep him safe. You keep us safe, little one." He pressed Taehyung's hand a little firmer, conveying a profound, silent message. "Be strong. Just like your Appa."

He lingered there for a long moment, allowing Taehyung's sleeping hand to rest over the nascent life, a sacred, unspoken connection forged in the quiet darkness. It was a profound, silent farewell, a moment of deep vulnerability that only he would remember.

Finally, with a profound sigh that carried the weight of his secret and the burden of his revenge, Jungkook gently lifted Taehyung's hand and placed it back on the bed.

He rose, his movements as silent as a shadow. He took one last look at his sleeping love, the image of Taehyung's peaceful face, and the profound sensation of his hand over his womb, burned into his memory.

Then, Jungkook turned and walked out of the room, leaving the quiet comfort of their shared space for the cold, dangerous reality of his mission. The hunt for Kim Hyunbin had truly begun.

The villa was swallowed by the pre-dawn darkness as Jungkook slipped out, leaving Taehyung deeply asleep and blissfully unaware. His black tactical gear blended seamlessly with the shadows. Agent Kang and a small, elite team waited, their faces grim, their weapons ready.

The target was a heavily fortified industrial complex on the outskirts of Daegu, a new venture subtly linked to Kim Hyunbin's illicit activities.

This was not a simple hit; it was a surgical strike designed to dismantle Hyunbin's operations piece by piece, to sever his connections, and finally, to draw him out.

Jungkook was not just seeking revenge; he was orchestrating the ultimate downfall.

He moved with a deadly grace, his training kicking in, every sense heightened.

The air was cold, damp, carrying the scent of industry and a faint metallic tang. His mind was a maelstrom of strategic calculations and the burning image of his parents' betrayal.

Yet, even amidst the profound danger, a subtle wave of nausea rolled through him, a stark reminder of the new life he carried. He clenched his jaw, pushing the discomfort aside. There was no room for weakness tonight.

"Alpha One is in position," Jungkook's voice was a low, steady whisper into his comms, his eyes scanning the perimeter. His team was a well-oiled machine, infiltrating from multiple points, silent and efficient.

He led the charge into the main facility, a ghost in the night, moving with a singular, profound purpose. The initial phase was swift, precise. Security systems were bypassed, CCTVs disabled, and key personnel neutralized without a sound. This was an attack on the very core of Hyunbin's new power.

As they moved deeper into the complex, the tension escalated. This was where the real danger lay. Jungkook was entering Hyunbin's new stronghold, the place where he stored his most vital assets, his most incriminating secrets. This was a direct, profound challenge.

He cleared a corner, his weapon raised, his eyes narrowed. His mission was underway. The long years of waiting, the silent suffering, were culminating in this single, profound act of retribution.

He was finally face to face with the opportunity to inflict the profound pain that had consumed his life, to attack the very foundation of the man who had caused him so much misery.

Back at the villa, Taehyung slept on, wrapped in the profound comfort of his bed, utterly oblivious to the silent, deadly storm his Bunny Boss was unleashing just miles away, a storm fueled by vengeance and secretly, by the profound love for the life he was fighting to protect.

The deep, peaceful sleep that had enveloped Taehyung for hours abruptly shattered. It wasn't a noise, or a dream, but a profound, chilling absence beside him. His eyes snapped open in the pitch black of the room, and his hand instinctively reached out, searching for the familiar warmth of Jungkook.

The space beside him was cold. Empty.

Taehyung sat bolt upright, his heart immediately beginning to hammer a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Bunny Boss?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and a sudden, profound dread. The silence that answered was vast and heavy.

He fumbled for the bedside lamp, flicking it on. The soft glow illuminated the rumpled sheets, clearly showing the indentation where Jungkook had been earlier, but he was gone. His side of the bed was bare.

A profound wave of worry, sharp and cold, washed over Taehyung. This was unusual. Jungkook rarely left the bed in the middle of the night unless it was for something urgent, and he always returned.

And after his recent bouts of profound illness, a sick feeling twisted in Taehyung's stomach. The 'stomach bug' explanation suddenly felt hollow, inadequate.

He threw the covers off, his bare feet hitting the cool floor with a thud. He quickly padded to the en-suite bathroom, pushing the door open. Empty. The shower was dry, the air cool.

"Bunny Boss?" he called out, a little louder this time, his voice trembling slightly. He checked the walk-in closet, the study, the living room. Every room was silent, every light off. The mansion felt vast and empty without Jungkook's presence.

Panic began to coil in his gut. He remembered Jungkook's profound pale face, the quick dashes to the bathroom, the evasive answers. He remembered the feeling of Jungkook's hand, cold and clammy, gripping his own just hours before. This wasn't right.

He pulled out his phone, his fingers fumbling as he tried to call Jungkook. It rang once, twice, three times, then went straight to voicemail. "The number you have dialed is currently unavailable..."

Taehyung's blood ran cold. Jungkook never had his phone off, especially not during his 'global endeavors.' This was beyond a normal business trip.

This was a profound, terrifying absence, and in the dead of night, in an unfamiliar city, Taehyung suddenly felt profoundly alone, and profoundly, irrevocably worried.

He knew, with a chilling certainty, that his Bunny Boss was not just "out on business." He was in danger.

Panic clawed at Taehyung's throat. He couldn't reach Jungkook, and the silence of the villa was deafening. He knew Jimin was in the guest room, but Taehyung felt a profound, desperate need to solve this himself, to find his Bunny Boss.

He began to search, frantically at first, then with a growing, chilling dread.

He checked Jungkook's study again, more thoroughly this time. His eyes scanned the desk, looking for any clue, any hint. His gaze fell upon a discarded, crumpled piece of paper half-hidden beneath a neatly stacked pile of business reports. It looked like a medical form.

Hesitantly, his heart pounding, Taehyung reached for it. He smoothed out the paper, his eyes frantically scanning the neatly typed lines. The words blurred at first, his mind refusing to process what it was seeing.

Then, two words, stark and undeniable, leaped out at him, piercing through his profound fear: "Pregnancy Test Results."

His breath hitched. He read further, his eyes tracing the details: a date from a few weeks prior, a confirmed positive result, and then, a series of medical terms he didn't fully understand, but the implication was devastatingly clear.

Below that, a doctor's name he vaguely recognized as the one Jungkook had consulted after his cold.

Taehyung's world spun. Pregnancy. Jungkook was pregnant. With their child. The profound symptoms he'd noticed – the nausea, the vomiting, the fatigue, the aversion to certain smells, the subtle fullness he'd felt on Jungkook's chest – suddenly clicked into place with horrifying clarity. Not a stomach bug. Not "global endeavors." This was real. This was their baby.

A wave of profound shock, quickly followed by an overwhelming surge of emotions, hit him. Joy, fierce and protective, that they were creating a family.

But beneath it, a crushing wave of betrayal and terror. Jungkook had hidden this. Hidden their child from him. And he was out there, in Daegu, on some "dangerous mission," while profoundly pregnant.

The realization ignited a firestorm within Taehyung. He ran to Jimin's room, throwing the door open.

"Jiminie! Wake up! It's Jungkook! And... and he's pregnant! With our baby! He's gone out on a mission, and he's pregnant!" His voice was a choked, desperate cry, filled with profound panic and newfound, terrifying knowledge.

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