Veiled • JJK ✔

Prologue

Jungkook

The silence and the darkness that engulfs me as I wait impatiently in the cold hospital corridor is just killing me. It is so deafeningly quiet that even the ticking sounds of Taehyung’s wristwatch sounds like a fucking time bomb that’s about to explode any moment. 

Anxiety attacks can be nerve-wracking and scary, but none can match the turmoil that I’m experiencing right now. I have no idea how long we’ve been here, but my mind is totally wrecked, and I want nothing more than for all of us to be back in our homes, all safe and healthy.

We soon hear several footsteps approaching us, and I abruptly stand up from my seat, chewing my lips out of nervousness.

“Mr. Jeon, not to discourage you by any means, but her blood pressure is shooting up, and there is a high risk of seizures post-delivery. Although there is enough cervical dilation, a vaginal birth may cause uterine shock which would definitely send her into post-delivery seizures, and we don’t want that at any cost.” The doctor breathes out, making my limbs tremble.

Holding on to Taehyung’s shoulder for support, I fight my tears and try my best to stay strong, in vain.

“So, is there any safe option to get SooYoung and the baby safely out of the delivery room? Please, they mean the life to me,” I plead desperately, wanting nothing more than to hold my wife and my daughter in my hands forever. Our marriage was definitely not the best that could be, but I cannot imagine a day in my life without her in it.

“Jungkook, please, don’t panic,” Taehyung grips my shoulders supportively and utters some words of positivity which absolutely don’t mean anything at the moment.

“We could choose to go in for a cesarean section, but again, we can’t be sure if she can handle the spinal anaesthesia,” the doctor’s voice comes out almost mournfully.

I could feel all the blood rushing out from my face, and my hands turning into blocks of ice.

“Please, save them,” my voice cracks, and my chest vibrates from how hard I’m trying to hold in my emotions that want to burst out right now in the form of tears and curses.

Just then I hear a lot of shuffling footsteps and some sounds of panic and rush, along with deafening beeping sounds of the medical apparatuses which make my heart pound and hammer heavily.

“Taehyung, what’s happening?” I ask, frantically turning my head in his direction. There are way too many sounds that are extremely stimulating to my brain; a lot more than what I can handle well.