TEMPORARY || JIKOOK

14

Jimin pov

Jimin awakened and immediately doubled over, his eyes watering, his breath coming out in harsh pants.

He tried leaning back on the pillow but grunted in pain at the movement.

It felt like he was being pulled apart from the inside.

Jimin tried his best to breathe through it, in case it was simply a case of a charley horse but even as he tried straightening his legs, an involuntary groan escaped his lips and he stopped all movement

No, no, no this couldn't be happening. His baby.

He must have screamed because the next moment his door was thrown wide, and a shirtless Jungkook stood in the doorway, hair tousled, eyes wide.

Jimin licked his very dry lips and opened his mouth. "Help me please," he sobbed, but it came out choked, unable to hold back the tears.

Jungkook appeared at his bedside, his eyes widened.

"What, what's wrong Jimin? You're scaring me."

Jimin felt nauseated and was trying his best to keep calm but between the cramping in his stomach and the panic in his mind, it was a losing battle.

"Hospital," he croaked out.

"Losing baby," Jimin sobbed out, curling up in the fetal position.

After that, everything was a blur of tears and pain and bargaining until he came to what felt like hours later in the hospital.

Jimin must have fallen asleep again because when he woke up, he was in the hospital, and Jungkook was asleep in a cot beside his bed.

Jimin couldn't remember much of what had happened between waking up to a sharp stabbing pain and coming to the hospital.

Immediately, he started to panic.

His baby, had he lost his baby?

Jimin began searching for the nurse call button, but before he had a chance to find it.

A matronly woman, with graying hair in a bun, appeared at his door and quickly walked up to his bed and looked at the monitors attached.

"You have to calm down, Mr. Jeon, your heart is racing. That can't be good for the babe, that's it," she coached, her voice soothing.

"Breathe, breath." She repeated the words over and over until finally, Jimin's breathing and heart rate returned to normal.

When he looked to where Jungkook had been sleeping, he saw the man sitting up and alert in his cot,his eyes fixed on Jimin.

"Excellent, Mr. Jeon, good to finally see you awake. The doctor sedated you when you were brought in, you were in a panic. Not that I blame you," the nurse said cheerily.

Jimin squinted and tried reading the name tag on her pink scrub top. Ruth.

"Thank you?" Jimin responded, unsure of how else to reply.

His hands landed on his stomach.

"My baby..." he began.

"Is fine," the nurse smiled, finishing the sentence for him.

"Looks like your little one needed some room and scared papa a little. Just as well daddy brought both of you in,"

She nodded towards Jungkook, who'd moved to the edge of the cot, "since you, Papa, need to take it easy. You're anemic and weigh less than you should at this stage of your pregnancy."

Jimin wasn't sure what to address first, the fact that they thought Jungkook was the father of his child or the fact that every thing he'd been doing to survive skipping meals, working his ass off had endangered his child.