As I stood in front of Jungkook, the only barrier between us was the dining table. I gulped, my throat dry, realizing he had found the pregnancy test kit I had hidden. I thought I had tucked it away safely in the upper cabinet where Jungkook had kindly emptied space for my sanitary items. What was he doing looking through my things? Why did he look there, of all places?
"Jungkook," I began, my voice trembling, barely above a whisper.
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