serendipity | kth | completed

chapter 21

i can barely withstand my own weight as i rest a hand on the counter. my other hand is placed on the bottom of my protruding stomach as another wave of contractions hit me like bricks.

i groan in pain and feel my knees slowly giving out, "taehyung!" i yell and shut my eyes tightly as the stinging pains rashly spread throughout my body. i hear his feet pound across the wooden floor before he slides into the kitchen and immediately grabs my hands and pulls me into his hold. i rest my forehead on his chest and grip the crease in his arms where his elbows are. "you're having more?"

i nod my head and find that it's become difficult to even speak. these pains were like no other. i had come into the kitchen to try and wipe some of the paint off of my hands, but then it hit once again. i can feel his gentle eyes staring down at me with distress. "i think it's time we check into the hospital, y/n."

i shake my head and let go of him before turning back towards the sink and using the edge to hold the weight of my body. "no i'm...fine."

he sighs and sets the paint brush down, "no you're not. look at your stomach; she's bound to come at any time now." i knew he was right, but i wasn't ready to leave yet. i knew how dangerous this pregnancy was, and apart of me knew there was a 90% chance that i wasn't making it out of that hospital.

there's mint-green paint still stained on his cheek and along on the plastic apron he wore to protect his clothes. he decided on wearing dingy, bleached, black sweatpants and a random long-sleeve, white shirt. his dark and curly hair is pushed out of his face with a thin and large hair band.

with one last final and gentle heave i feel the contractions melt away. a breath of relief falls from my lips as i stand up straight and run my tongue over my lips, "okay i think we're- ow!"

a pain like no other thrashes upon my body and i instinctively feel my body fold forwards. my eyes are locked on the floor and to my horror i watch as a clear substance pools onto the floor beneath my feet. i slowly lift my head and see taehyung's widened orbs that scream petrified, "okay," i breathe out and hold my hand out for him to grab, "maybe it is time to go."

"well looks like you'll be welcoming a trickster into your family," the doctor lets a raspy chuckle roll from
his lips as i rest my head back onto the pillow. my water breaking was not an alert of immediate labor, and in some ways, i was extremely grateful. "you've just experienced pre-labor rupture of membranes, otherwise known as prom."

"so what does this mean she's still coming soon right?" he nods and digs his hand deep into the pockets of his lab coat, "oh absolutely, that's why we're checking you in until your labor and then you'll be discharged when ready." i mentally wipe the sweat off my forehead as the heavy burden of anxiousness and fear is, potentially, lifted off of me.

"dad you staying? looks like you were a little," he does a once over of taehyung's paint-stained state, "busy." taehyung chuckles tensely and runs his hands along his sweats. "i want to go change but i'm scared to leave her alone."

i wave him off, "go ahead, babe. i'll be fine for an hour." he hesitates for a second looking between the doctor and i, he flattens his lips and rubs his palm over his forehead before he walks over to me. he leans down and places a small kiss on my forehead, "i won't take long, promise."

"i know, can you bring me my beanie and my blanket? i'm kind of cold." he nods and stands back up, "anything else?"

i shake my head softly, "not a thing."

once he's left there's a harrowing silence hovering in the air. i finally clear my throat and begin to fiddle with my fingers as i let the question drag from my lips, "what percentage do i have of living during this pregnancy?" his thin lips part, but then they shut subsequently before he pulls over a leather stool and sits down.