Kill Me Or Kiss Me? (JenKook)

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Jungkook

"Fuck. Fuck!"

I knew she'd try something, but a car?

I didn't expect to have to tranq her behind the wheel of a fucking car.

Her head falls back against the tarmac and her arms go limp, falling to her sides. The way she was clutching her stomach scares the shit out of me.

"Get the fucking doctor. Now!" I shout.

Blood coats her face, pouring from the wound at her hairline. Shards of glass cling to the strands of her now brown hair. I pick her up and climb into the back of the SUV, cradling her against my chest as Yoongi drives back to the house.

I knew she'd try something, so I deliberately left late.

Low and behold, I'm barely a couple of miles down the road when I get the call.

We pull up to the house. The gate and half my Maserati is all over the road. They've cleared enough of a path to allow us through and Yoongi pulls right up to the front door. I climb out, hold her in bridal style and walk through the house to my office where I lay her on one of the sofas.

Yoongi follows a minute later and holds out a wad of bandages and dressings to me. I press them against her forehead, trying to stem the bleeding. There's nothing else I can do.

"She's crazy." Yoongi grumbles, dragging his hand through his hair in agitation.

"Not like I really expected her to do what she's fucking told."

"Jungkook, she's pregnant with your kid! You can't give her free reign. She's too unstable." He shakes his head. "She has no sense of self-preservation. She'll kill that baby."

"Enough!" I clench and release my fist before pressing it to my forehead.

He doesn't understand Jennie. I don't agree with her. I can't let her do it, but I see why she honestly believes she's doing the right thing. I get it. I get that she's trying to be selfless.

Yoongi nods and walks out of the room without another word. He just sees things differently. He thinks that women should be protected, that their sole job is to breed children. Jennie confounds all of that.

I brush her hair away from her face, staring at her for a moment before my gaze drifts to her stomach. I slide my hand beneath the material of her shirt and press my palm to her bare skin.

Is he or she okay in there? Are they hurt?

I don't know what I expect, a sign or something.

I feel nothing.

The doctor said the sedative wouldn't hurt the baby, but the car crash...

There's a knock at the door, and Yoongi comes back in followed by the doctor. He takes my place and removes the dressing, inspecting her head. "This will need stitches." He says.

"You need to check the baby." I say.

He looks up at me, his eyebrows raised. He opens his mouth to argue but thinks better of it. He sets up a machine and squeezes some gel onto Jennie's stomach, before rolling the hand held device over her skin. The little screen shows a black and white image, but that sound...the thwap, thwap, thwap of a heart beat fills my ears and I relax.

"Everything looks fine." He says.

I release the breath I hadn't realised I was holding. How can something that was never on my radar suddenly feel so crucial? How can this tiny thing I've never even met, seem like the most important thing in the world? Nothing scares me. But this terrifies me.

I sit on the couch across from Jennie, my elbows propped on my spread thighs as I watch the doc stitch her up.

She's so still.

Too still.

Even in her sleep, Jennie is always restless, haunted by nightmares and expecting a strike at any time.

The longer I watch her, the more hopeless this situation seems.

How do you cage something like her? Wild, deadly, savage. How do you keep a butterfly in a jar without suffocating it?

I want her and I want that baby, but she doesn't want it, so where does that leave us? Will I be forced to choose? Will I have to let her go in order to keep my child? I drag my hand down my face and stand, pacing as the doctor tapes a dressing over her head and stands up.

"Keep an eye on her. She should wake up in an hour or so. If she's asleep much longer than that, call me." He says.