Our Secret Child (MPREG)

The Seoul night was a blur, a haze of soju and frustrated shouts. "I got fired again!" Jungkook slurred, raising his bottle of IU-emblazoned alcohol like a chalice. He was 21, unlucky, and thoroughly fed up. His idol, IU, had failed him, and with a dramatic flourish, he tossed the bottle into the Han River, declaring a new allegiance. "You're my new Idol crush, Kim Taehyung!" he proclaimed, kissing the new bottle with fervent dedication.
The next morning, a harsh Seoul sun streamed through unfamiliar windows. He woke in a lavish hotel room, naked, his ass throbbing. "Woah, where did I get these allergies?" he mumbled, inspecting his body in the mirror, half-lidded eyes struggling to focus. Pain shot through him with every move. "Did I fall somewhere?" he mused, pulling on the clothes from the night before. Seoul, he decided, was not his place. He signed his dropping papers and boarded a train, destination Busan.
