He just sat there staring. It didn't register in his brain for a few minutes. But as soon as he did. A mixture of happiness, anger , sadness and fear ran through him as he stared again at the two red lines that seemed to irk and mock him by staying still and not changing. He blinked to see if he was dreaming and he was not actually what he thought he was.
🐰"Jisung, what happened baby? Can you come out please?"
Jisung stared blankly at the door before taking a deep breath and walking to the door. He raised his trembling hands and set it on the handle. Slowly with all the energy he could muster he managed to turn the key and unlocked the door. Immediately there was a little push and his husband entered and cupped his cheeks.
🐰"Baby are you okay, huh? You're pale!! Did someone hit you or touch you? Did my father find out and threaten you to leave?? Are you okay? Please speak!! Tell me what's wrong!!"
His over protective husband checked all over before coming back to cup his cheeks. He stared at his eyes for signs of any annoyance but could find only concern and worry. He would hate if Minho would leave him and he knows that.
Jisung wordlessly and with no energy in his hand tugged on Minho's lower sleeve before taking ahold of his wrist. He slowly brought the hand from cheek and opened it before placing the object in his hand and closing it. Then he backed away in case Minho lashed out though he knew no matter how angry Minho was he would never EVER lay a hand on Jisung. Minho stared at the hand in bewilderment before looking at Jisung with an eyebrow raised. Jisung motioned for him to open it. So he finally did.
Minho stared at it. He blinked. Once. Twice. Now thrice. The bathroom was quiet. Jisung hated to think it would be the quiet before the storm. There was another beat of silence. Minho looked at Jisung. His eyes travelled down and settled on the area where his baby would be. It sounded good. No not even good. Amazing it sounded. His baby. Their baby. Minho silently walked forward and knelt down. He raised his hand shakily and placed it on Jisung's still flat stomach. Then he looked up at Jisung with eyes filled with awe.
🐰 " Is it really there? Can I speak to it?"
He said awe filling his voice. Jisung nodded tears filling his eyes. Watching his husband slowly start speaking.
🐰 "Hey baby. How are you? I'm sure you can't speak yet or kick so I'll just assume you said yes. Tell your mother that he doesn't have anything to worry about because I will always be here. I'll even come back from the dead if he wants."
Jisung giggled at his husband's silliness and swatted his back. He was instantly engulfed and lifted and he wrapped his legs around Minho.
🐰" Seriously Jisung. You shouldn't ever have to be afraid of telling me anything because I will always protect you and now this baby. I will protect with my whole life. No matter what I will protect our little family."
Minho voiced out tightening his hold on Jisung and determination clear in his tone. Jisung hummed, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. He sniffled.
🐿"I love you Minho so much."
Only being able to let those words he forced as much of his emotions into the embrace that was being given by his oh so beautiful, inside and out, husband. They stayed standing there for a few minutes before a thought ran through Jisung's head. And it only grew bigger until the small thought turned into heavy worry that wore down his being and threatened to take away his baby.
🐿"How are we going to take care of the baby without letting your father know, Minho?"
He said fear building up again as he pulled his face from where it had been lying on Minho's shoulder this time staying and the fear making a nest of itself in the pit of his stomach. Minho took a deep breath and looked at Jisung straight in the eyes.
🐰"My dad hasn't asked me about my love life lately so I feel like he has something planned and if my suspicions are correct than I have a plan but I need to see what my father has up his sleeve. Okay bun? So don't worry I will figure everything out. You just don't stress too much about it and make sure you're eating properly and as much as needed. And take proper rest."
Minho said in one breath while carefully putting down Jisung.
🐰"Promise me you won't stress about it."
Minho said holding his pinkie finger up. Jisung stared at it. Uncertainty crossed his mind but he trusted his husband fully so he wrapped his pinkie finger around Minho's and sealed the promise. Minho let out a bedazzling smile before picking Jisung up and running out of the bathroom to the bedroom. He set Jisung on the bed and rushed to the the closet. Picked two of his hoodies, a jean and sweatpants. Then he ran back out.
Jisung looked at him confusedly as he was forced to stand and was changed in an instant. Then Minho changed himself. Then a giggling Jisung who was watching his husband change was picked up by that same husband and swiftly rushed to the Audi outside. Jisung was still confused and kept asking questions but his husband remained silent as he concentrated on switching gears and lanes as fast as he can without going over the speed.
Jisung's eyes widened when a familiar building loomed up and he swiftly moved his eyes to Minho.
🐿"Why are we going to the hospital?"
Minho remained silent. They were near to the hospital now. He pulled in the parking lot. After a few seconds of looking for a spot as near to the door as he could he parked and turned off the engine. He turned to Jisung and finally opened his mouth.
🐰"Jungkook. One of my friends from high school. Is an obstetrician. I wanna see how many weeks along you are."
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Hello everyone!!
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Two Lives
FanfictionJisung picked up the duffel bag carefully so as not to accidentally hurt his swollen stomach and looked up at the silent house shrouded in darkness. His home of two years and now he was leaving. He hoped this would be a fresh start. An arm snaked a...