The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

FORTY - FOUR

She smiled, finding emotions in him again. "I'm fine, Jungkook," she fibbed, concealing the immense pain she was enduring. Swiftly, he uncuffed her, discovering keys hidden in the carpet, and lifted her gently. "Hold this for a moment," he requested, placing a soft fabric on her sensitive spot as she nodded.

Rushing to the kitchen, he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his torso. Though his own scratches and wounds stung, he paid no attention. Returning with hot water, a first-aid box, and sterile cotton roll.

"Are you good inside? I know you're as strong as your mumma." She caressed her tummy feeling her baby moving. Despite her tears, she wiped them away upon seeing him approach. Dipping a large piece of cotton, allowing it to cool a little, he cleaned her vagina, discarding used pieces one by one.

"I'm good Jungkook now stop!" She caressed his face. He looked at her skin, face, marks and hated himself for doing that. He rested his head on her thighs and began crying loudly, the way she never witnessed.

"I'm sorry! I wasn't in the right state. I'm not lying, it's beyond my control, Sky. Please forgive me for hurting you." He confessed, filled with immense pain and guilt. She lifted her face, wiping his tears with a tender reassuring smile.

"I don't understand this condition, Jungkook, but I'm proud of you. You did well, gripping yourself at the right time," she commended, gently pecking his lips. With care, he carried her, settling her into the warm water-filled bathtub, allowing her tense muscles to relax. He took a quick shower.

Returning, he handled her with delicate precision, addressing every mark and bruise. Chuckling, she remarked, "Not always do women need this treatment." She made him sit, tending to his wounds, bandaging cuts, and applying ointment to his lips.

He shot up from the bed, eyes wide with concern. His movements were swift as he reached for his mobile phone, rushing towards the closet room. Dialling a number with practised speed, he spoke with a sense of urgency, "Emergency. Get ready."

In the midst of this flurry, he returned to her, carrying coats and shoes. As he started to put a coat on her, she questioned, with confusion and worry in her eyes. "Are you going somewhere?"

His response was quick, "We need to see a doctor right now, at the best hospital." Without waiting for further inquiries, he scooped her up into his arms, despite her protests.

"Jungkook, I swear I am fine. I'll use heating pads. Take me back..." Her words trailed off as she caressed his face, noticing the tears that fell from his eyes to her chest.

"I-I did this to you..!!" he exclaimed, unable to hide the fear in his voice. She gently wiped away his tears, a calming touch, "I understand you and you're exhausted too, honey!!" She smiled.

"I am scared. What if —" Before he could finish his sentence, he was hushed by her, a tender finger placed on his lips. "I can feel our baby is fine. Let's go back to our room. I want to sleep in your embrace," she reassured him.

Just as his phone buzzed in his pocket, she took it and answered, "We will go tomorrow." With that, she ended the call, reclaiming a sense of control.
He led her back to their bedroom.

As he changed the sheets, doubling them, tears streamed down his face. Ashamed, he apologized profusely, getting on his knees.

"Jungkook, please forget it. I swear, if I weren't pregnant, I'd definitely enjoy this session like a sex machine. I couldn't quite manage because I am big now." She giggled, attempting to lighten his mood, but he didn't laugh. Pecking her tummy, he whispered, "I'm sorry. Daddy won't repeat this mistake ever. I promise." Yn smiled, tousling his hair in reassurance.