Jimin sat bolt upright, his sleep-heavy eyes wide with shock. "Pregnant?! What are you talking about, Taehyung?" He fumbled for his glasses, pushing them onto his nose, staring at Taehyung's frantic face.

"Here!" Taehyung thrust the crumpled medical form into Jimin's hands, his own trembling. "I found it! 'Pregnancy Test Results: Positive'! He's pregnant, Jiminie! Our baby! And he's out there, on some 'dangerous mission' in Daegu, in my hometown!"

Jimin's eyes scanned the document, his usually calm demeanor shattering. His mouth fell open, a profound look of disbelief and dawning horror washing over his face. "Oh my god, Taehyung... this is... this is unbelievable." He looked up, meeting Taehyung's panicked gaze. "We have to find him. Now."

They moved with a sudden, desperate purpose. Taehyung, propelled by a potent mix of terror and furious protectiveness, led the charge. He knew Jungkook's men were always discreetly positioned around the villa. He stormed out of the bedroom, heading straight for the main living area, where he knew one of Jungkook's most senior guards, Agent Lee, was usually stationed during the night.

Agent Lee, a tall, imposing figure, immediately stiffened as Taehyung approached, sensing the profound shift in his demeanor. "Mr. Kim? Is everything alright?"

"No, everything is not alright, Agent Lee!" Taehyung's voice was raw, laced with profound anger and desperation. "Where is he? Where is Jungkook? Don't lie to me! I know he's not on some 'business negotiation'! He's on a mission, isn't he? A dangerous one!" Jimin appeared beside Taehyung, his presence a silent, intense support.

Agent Lee's face remained impassive, but his eyes flickered, betraying a slight unease. "Mr. Jeon is attending to an urgent matter, Mr. Kim. He instructed us not to disturb you."

"Urgent matter?!" Taehyung scoffed, his voice rising. "He's profoundly pregnant, Agent Lee! With my child! And he's out there in danger!" He brandished the crumpled medical form, though Agent Lee likely couldn't see the details from a distance. "Tell me! Where did he go? What kind of mission is this?!"

Agent Lee's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his professionalism briefly faltering at Taehyung's shocking revelation. He glanced at Jimin, who nodded, his face grim. The secret was out.

He sighed, realizing the profound depth of Taehyung's knowledge and desperation. There was no point in further concealment. "Mr. Jeon... he went to neutralize a long-standing threat. A very dangerous individual responsible for... for much of his past suffering. It's a highly volatile, deep-cover operation. He's striking at the heart of their network in the industrial sector, on the east side of the city." Agent Lee hesitated, then added, his voice low and serious, "It's a revenge mission, Mr. Kim. Years in the making." He did not, however, utter Kim Hyunbin's name, maintaining that profound layer of secrecy.

Taehyung swayed on his feet, his mind reeling. Revenge mission. Years in the making. And Jungkook, his fiercely private, profoundly loving Bunny Boss, had gone into this, carrying their child, utterly alone. The world seemed to tilt on its axis.

His vision blurred, and a cold, profound numbness spread through him. He felt Jimin's hand on his back, steadying him, but he barely registered it. The sheer weight of the revelation, the magnitude of Jungkook's sacrifice and the profound, silent battle he had been fighting, hit Taehyung with full force.

"He went... he went to attack someone," Taehyung whispered, his voice hollow, devoid of its usual dramatics. His mind was filled with terrifying images. Jungkook, pregnant, in danger, fighting alone. The profound silence that followed was broken only by the frantic beat of Taehyung's own heart. He was numb, paralyzed by a profound terror.

The numbness that had gripped Taehyung quickly gave way to a surge of fierce, protective determination. His Bunny Boss, carrying their child, was in mortal danger, and there was no power on earth that could stop Taehyung from reaching him.

"You!" Taehyung roared, his voice shaking with a profound, terrifying fury as he pointed at Agent Lee. "Take me to him. Now! Every second he's out there, carrying our baby, he's in profound danger! You're taking me there!"

Agent Lee hesitated, his face a mask of conflict. "Mr. Kim, I cannot. Mr. Jeon's orders were explicit. It's too dangerous for you."

"Orders?!" Taehyung scoffed, his eyes blazing. "My order is to bring him back, safe! If you don't take me, I swear, I will find him myself, and then you'll profoundly regret it! I'm going!" He grabbed Jimin's arm, his grip like a vice. "Jiminie, we're going to get our Bunny Boss!"

Jimin, though pale with shock and fear, quickly found his resolve. He knew Taehyung wouldn't back down. "Agent Lee," he said, his voice firm, "Taehyung is right. He won't be stopped. It's better you take us, so we're under your protection, rather than letting him run into danger alone."

Agent Lee, seeing the profound, unshakeable will in Taehyung's eyes, and knowing the loyalty Taehyung commanded from Jungkook, finally made his decision. He pulled out a secure comms device. "Alpha Four, Alpha Seven, prep the armored vehicle. Secure perimeter. We have a change of plans." He looked at Taehyung, his expression grim. "Very well, Mr. Kim. But you must follow every instruction. And know that this is profoundly dangerous."

"Just take me to him," Taehyung grated out, already heading for the door, dragging Jimin with him. The villa's serene facade shattered, replaced by the urgent thrum of desperate action.

Miles away, in the heart of the sprawling industrial complex, Jungkook moved through the shadows with lethal efficiency. The operation was unfolding precisely as planned. His team had neutralized key resistance, and he was moments away from breaching Kim Hyunbin's central data server.

But even amidst the high-stakes precision, his mind was profoundly divided. His left hand, hidden within his tactical glove, instinctively went to his womb, pressing gently, a silent check, a profound reassurance to the nascent life within. The faint, persistent nausea churned, and a wave of profound fatigue threatened to blur his focus. He shook his head, clearing it, forcing the symptoms back.

"Clear," Agent Alpha-Two reported in his comms. "Server room ahead, Boss. Two hostiles inside."

Jungkook nodded, his eyes narrowed. "Understood. Alpha-Three, prepare for breach. Alpha-Two, cover."

He moved forward, weapon raised, every muscle taut, but even as he calculated angles and assessed threats, a part of his mind was back in the peaceful villa bedroom, picturing Taehyung's sleeping face.

He imagined the pure, profound joy that would light up Taehyung's eyes when he finally knew about their baby. That image, a potent cocktail of love and profound hope, was both his strength and his most profound distraction.

He would secure their future. He would dismantle Kim Hyunbin's world piece by piece. But the fight was no longer just about vengeance.

It was about ensuring a safe, profound future for the precious life growing within him, a life that was demanding more of his profound attention with every passing moment.

The mission raged around him, but in the quiet space of his own mind, his hand remained on his womb, a silent, profound anchor.

The armored vehicle sliced through the Daegu night, its powerful engine a low rumble against Taehyung's profound anxiety.

Jimin sat beside him, pale but resolute, occasionally glancing at Taehyung, who stared out the window, his jaw clenched, his eyes scanning the passing industrial landscape.

Agent Lee, driving with grim efficiency, maintained radio silence, his focus entirely on the mission coordinates feeding into his dash.

"Are we close?" Taehyung finally gritted out, his voice tight with impatience and a profound, terrifying fear for Jungkook. "How long?"

"Five minutes to the target zone, Mr. Kim," Agent Lee replied, his voice calm, but his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

"This area is active. Stay low once we arrive. Do not, under any circumstances, leave the vehicle without my direct command."

Taehyung barely registered the warning. His mind was a whirlwind of terrifying images: Jungkook, pale and ill, facing profound danger while carrying their child.

The betrayal of the secret now seemed secondary to the overwhelming need to ensure Jungkook's safety. He had to get to him. He had to bring his Bunny Boss, and their baby, back.

Meanwhile, in the heart of the sprawling industrial complex, Jungkook was a force of nature. The server room was breached. Two hostiles quickly, efficiently neutralized.

He moved to the central server bank, his fingers flying over a specialized console, initiating the data extraction. This was the core, the digital heart of Kim Hyunbin's new operations. Destroying it would cripple him.

A profound wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm him again. He pressed his free hand to his stomach, leaning heavily against the console, his vision momentarily flickering.

He felt a sharp, almost agonizing cramp, a new, alarming sensation that momentarily stole his breath. He bit back a groan, forcing himself to focus. Not now. Not now.

"Data extraction at 70%, Boss," Agent Alpha-Four reported from a tactical position.

Jungkook nodded, his eyes scanning the digital progress bar. He felt the profound fatigue pulling at his limbs, the heavy weight of exhaustion compounding his internal struggle. He could hear distant shouts, the sounds of more of Hyunbin's men mobilizing.

Time was running out. He needed to be swift, precise, and profoundly effective. His focus was split between the flashing data extraction bar and the persistent, growing unease in his own body.

Every second counted, not just for the mission, but for the profound secret he desperately clung to. The revenge was almost within his grasp, but the cost, he was beginning to realize, might be far greater than he had ever anticipated.

The air in the industrial complex crackled with tension. Jungkook, hunched over the main server, watched the data extraction progress, his mind a steel trap of tactical data. "Data extraction at 95%," Agent Alpha-Four's voice confirmed in his ear. Almost there.

The profound vengeance he'd sought for years was moments from completion.

But even as triumph edged closer, a different, more profound battle raged within him.

A sharp, searing ache tore through his lower abdomen, not a dull throb, but a sudden, intense spasm that stole his breath.

It was unlike any pain he'd experienced, deeper, more primal. His vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

Jungkook gasped, a raw, involuntary sound that barely escaped his lips. His fingers, still poised over the console, curled into a desperate claw.

The profound nausea intensified, forcing him to straighten, his body rigid with suppressed agony. He swayed, his legs feeling suddenly weak beneath him.

"Boss? Everything alright?" Alpha-Four's voice, sharper this time, came through the comms.

Jungkook couldn't answer. The pain doubled him over. He stumbled back from the server, clutching his womb with both hands, his face contorted in a silent grimace.

The cold, hard concrete floor seemed to rush up to meet him. He dropped to his knees, then slumped entirely, collapsing onto the floor, still clutching his stomach, his body curled inward protectively.

His comms crackled with alarmed whispers from his team, but he barely registered them. His focus was entirely on the profound, internal battle. Sweat beaded on his forehead, mingling with the grime of the mission.

He pressed his hands harder against his abdomen, as if he could physically shield the fragile life within from the profound pain.

"No, no, no," he whispered, his voice a profound, desperate plea, ragged with agony. It wasn't meant for his team, or for Kim Hyunbin. It was for the tiny life he carried. "Not now, little one. Please. Just a little longer. Be strong. Appa needs you to be strong." Tears pricked at his eyes, not from the physical pain, but from the profound terror of what this might mean, of failing, of risking the very future he was fighting so desperately to secure.

He was utterly vulnerable, stripped of his formidable façade, reduced to a fearful parent clutching his precious, hidden burden in the midst of a war zone.

Meanwhile, the armored vehicle carrying Taehyung and Jimin sped through the dark, industrial streets. Taehyung was on edge, his eyes frantically scanning the passing warehouses, his heart pounding with dread.

"Are you sure this is the right way, Agent Lee?" Taehyung demanded, his voice tight with anxiety. "We need to get to him! Now!"

"Just ahead, Mr. Kim," Agent Lee replied, his voice strained. "We're nearing the target zone. Prepare yourselves. This is an active and extremely dangerous area."

They were close, mere minutes away, unaware that in a dimly lit corner of a distant warehouse, the formidable Jeon Jungkook, the man who commanded empires, was curled on a cold floor, battling a profound, hidden pain, his mind solely focused on the fragile life within his womb, praying for strength to finish what he started.

The profound, agonizing cramp that had brought Jungkook to his knees began to slowly recede, leaving him breathless and trembling. He forced himself to push up, leaning heavily against a stack of crates, his hand still instinctively clutching his womb. His breath came in ragged gasps, but the immediate, searing pain had passed.

Then, the silence of the complex was brutally shattered.

Gunfire erupted from the far end of the warehouse, sharp, deafening cracks echoing through the vast space. A profound, deadly war had just begun. Kim Hyunbin's security forces, alerted to the breach, were moving in.

"Boss! We've got contact! Heavy resistance!" Agent Alpha-Two's voice crackled through Jungkook's comms, sharp with urgency. "They're pushing from the north flank!"

Jungkook's eyes snapped open, clearing of pain and fatigue, replaced by a cold, lethal focus. The personal battle was abruptly shoved deep down, replaced by the immediate, overwhelming demands of the battlefield. The profound vulnerability of moments ago vanished, replaced by the formidable, unyielding aura of the undisputed leader.

He pulled himself upright, moving with a renewed, almost furious strength. He drew his weapon, the familiar weight a comforting presence in his hand. His movements were fluid, precise, every action calculated. There was no hesitation, no fear. Only the profound, unwavering resolve of a man who would stop at nothing.

"Hold your positions! Return fire!" Jungkook's voice was a low, steady command into his comms, cutting through the chaos of the gunfire. He moved towards the source of the conflict, his body now a finely tuned instrument of war. The pain, the nausea, the fatigue – all pushed into the background, suppressed by sheer force of will.

He rounded a corner, meeting a flurry of hostile gunfire. Without a second's pause, he dropped into a firing stance, his shots precise, deadly. He moved with a brutal elegance, taking down targets, directing his team, his presence a magnet for their focus. His eyes scanned the chaotic scene, identifying threats, assessing tactical advantages, his mind already three steps ahead.

This was his domain. This was the war he had trained for, waited for, all these years. And Kim Hyunbin would feel the profound wrath of a man who had nothing left to lose, and everything to gain, including a future for his profoundly precious child. The gunfire intensified around him, but Jungkook stood tall, his strong aura of command radiating outwards, a beacon of lethal power in the heart of the profound chaos.

The industrial complex had become a profound battleground. The initial volley of gunfire had escalated into a full-blown brutal fight. Explosions rocked the foundations, sending debris scattering. Men screamed, weapons clattered, and the air grew thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. Jungkook was in the eye of the storm, a whirlwind of calculated violence.

He moved through the chaos with a terrifying grace, his tactical vest absorbing impacts, his movements fluid and deadly. Every shot was precise, every takedown efficient. He kicked, he struck, he fired, his body a finely honed instrument of war. The profound rage that had simmered for years now fueled every action, making him an unstoppable force. His team, inspired by his unwavering ferocity, fought with renewed vigor.

Yet, even amidst the adrenaline-fueled ballet of death, the profound battle within him persisted. The violent movements exacerbated his nausea, and he tasted bile at the back of his throat. A dull ache settled in his lower abdomen, a constant, worrying presence. He gritted his teeth, forcing it down, allowing only the cold fury of his revenge to show. He was fighting not just for the past, but for the future of the precious life he carried.

Suddenly, a lull in the direct confrontation. The sounds of heavy gunfire retreated, replaced by the distant shouts of his men securing the perimeter. Jungkook found himself in a vast, dimly lit central warehouse, piles of crates forming a makeshift labyrinth. He moved cautiously, his weapon raised, his senses on high alert.

Then, he saw him.

Standing in the center of the warehouse, bathed in the sickly green glow of a single emergency light, was Kim Hyunbin. He looked older, his face lined, but his eyes still held that unsettling, intelligent glint. He wasn't alone; two of his last remaining, heavily armed bodyguards stood behind him.

A wave of profound, chilling recognition washed over Jungkook. This was the man. The architect of his misery. The one who had orchestrated the fiery death of his parents, leaving a terrified, alone child to run aimlessly on the road.

The man whose profound betrayal had led to Jungkook being found and adopted by the cold, calculating mafia boss who would train him, shaping him into the formidable emperor he was today. The man whose death had passed that very empire into Jungkook's hands.

Hatred, pure and unadulterated, surged through Jungkook's veins, hotter than any fire. He raised his gun, his aim steady.

Kim Hyunbin's eyes narrowed, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face as he recognized Jungkook. He, too, raised his own weapon, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest.

"Well, well, well," Hyunbin's voice drawled, filled with a sickeningly familiar, cunning aura.

"Look what the profound tide dragged in. The little orphan. You've grown, Jungkook. And quite formidable, it seems." His eyes flickered to Jungkook's weapon, then back to his face, a mocking amusement playing on his lips.

"Still holding onto grudges from the past, I see? Such a profound waste of talent."

Jungkook's finger tightened on the trigger, his heart pounding a profound drumbeat of vengeance. "You took everything from me, Hyunbin," he snarled, his voice low, raw with years of suppressed pain. "And tonight, I take everything from you. Every profound thing."

The two men stood, guns pointed, the profound silence of the warehouse thick with decades of hatred and the promise of a final, deadly reckoning. The war was personal now.

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