His Military Wife - Jimin X Reader

Second Goodbye

JIMIN POV

He walked out of the room with his phone in hand. He refused to leave Y/N while she was in this condition.

"Hello?"

"Sir, it's Park Jimin."

"Park, how is your wife?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I want to request two weeks to help my wife recover. She is malnourished and on the verge of losing one of my sons."

"One of your sons?"

"My wife is carrying twin boys."

"I will approve your two weeks for the sake of your sons."

"Thank you, sir!"

He hung up the phone, his heart lighter, knowing he would be around to help Y/N recover quicker. He walked back into the room, seeing Y/N caressing her belly. His heart clenched in his chest. He knew part of it was his fault. What if he had reacted better? Then this never would have happened.

Y/N POV

You turned your head to the door seeing Jimin was standing there with his head resting against the frame, watching you. You smiled at him and waved him over. The boys were moving, and you wanted Jimin to experience it. He walked over to you, his military boots echoing across the floor. He stood there just staring at you in a military stance, not moving. You laughed at his actions and patted the bed beside you, carefully moving over to make room for him. He sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"I wanted to show you something."

He looked at you in response; you reached out, grabbing his hand from his lap, and placed it against your belly, carefully applying pressure to your belly.

"What?"

"Just wait."

You waited until one of your boys pushed against his hand. Jimin gasped at the response but not moving his hand.

"Somebody wanted to say hi to his papa."

Jimin rested his chin on your shoulder, laughing slightly as the movement came again and again. You basked in this moment with Jimin thinking that this is how happy you both should've felt in the first place, not anxiety and anger.

~Time skip~

You were released from the hospital a week later and today was that day. They took the feeding tube out and allowed you to eat solids again. Jimin always pushed you to eat more, making you smile at his affection. You were sitting on the bed waiting for Jimin to return with a wheelchair. The doctors were still very concerned for your health, so they wanted you to stay off your feet as much as possible.

"You ready to go home?"

"Very."

You stood up slowly from the bed, cupping your bump as you moved into the wheelchair. Jimin helped you sit, making sure you didn't fall. You wrested your hands under your belly, and Jimin pushed you out of the hospital, helping you into his car, which he had Jungkook bring to the hospital for him. The entire drive home Jimin was quiet and serious.

"Yeobo??"

You asked, being cautious with your words. He was worried that something was bothering him or you had done something to upset him. He turned to look at you, his expression softening.

"Yes?" his voice low and calm.

"Is everything alright?"

"Oh... Yes... I'm just thinking about what we are going to do next."

"Next?"

"Well, I must return at the end of this week."

You felt like somebody had punched you. Even though Jimin wore his uniform every day, you still forgot that he had to return.

"Oh..."

You turned your head to look out the window, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from crying. You recognized the parking garage as Jimin pulled into his parking stall.

"Y/N..."

You didn't want to look at him; otherwise, you would start crying again. He got out of the car, and so you unbuckled your seatbelt. Your door opened, revealing Jimin. He helped you stand, but instead of helping you into the building, he pulled you into a hug.

"I don't like it any more than you, so let's not waste our time."

You buried your face in his chest, taking in his cologne, calming yourself as tears slipped down your cheeks.

"And no more crying, alright?"

He pulled you away, wiping your tears with his thumbs as he cupped your cheeks. He lightly kissed your lips before bending down and lifting you in a princess carry. You cupped your belly as he walked you up the stairs to your apartment. You helped him open and closed the door of the apartment. He walked you to your bed, laying you down gently.

"I'm going to go make you something to eat."

By the end of the week, you were doing better and healthy enough for Jimin to leave to go back; even though you didn't want him to, you knew he had to. He knelt before you, lifting your shirt to reveal your swollen belly. 

"Be good for mommy while I'm away. Daddy loves you so much."

He kissed your belly before standing up to look at you.

"I'm really going to miss you."

You said, choking a little as tears began pouring down your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you in. His head nuzzled into your neck as you cried on his shoulder.

"I love you."

He whispered into your neck, kissing it softly. He pulled away, wiping your tears with his thumbs and kissing you gently with love and passion before he walked down the stairs to the military car waiting for him.