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❤️🩹Take My Hand...❤️🩹 (Jisung X BPS yn)
⚠️This story contains themes of depression and self-harm, so if you are sensitive to these topics, it may be best to skip this narrative⚠️
In this tale, yn and Jisung face a significant challe...
Yn's POV For the past two months, Jisung and I have been trying to conceive. I have to admit, he certainly keeps me feeling full—especially in that regard. However, the last couple of weeks haven't been easy for me; I haven't been feeling my best, and I can tell that the others are starting to notice.
Tonight, we're having a family dinner with several groups, and we’ve rented out a restaurant just for us. I’ve chosen to wear something special, even though I'm not feeling quite like myself.
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Even though I'm not feeling my best, I still want to look good. Everyone around me is laughing and chatting, while I'm just sipping from my cup, trying to blend in.
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I’m trying to shake off this nausea that’s been creeping up on me. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, hoping to find some relief. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see Key gazing at me with concern in his eyes.
“Are you okay, Pumpkin???” he asked softly.
I could sense it coming—the wave of sickness rising in my stomach. I quickly jumped up and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the sink before I was sick. As I leaned over, I turned on the faucet, watching as everything I’d just eaten washed down the drain. After a moment, I started to feel a little better and rinsed my mouth out.
Once I gathered myself, I stepped out of the bathroom to find Jisung and Johnny standing there, their expressions filled with worry.
“Hmm…” I murmured, trying to reassure them.
“Are you okay, Pumpkin???” Johnny asked gently.
“I think so…” I replied, but uncertainty laced my voice.
Then I felt an arm wrap around my waist. I looked over to see Jisung, his eyes filled with concern.
“Mamas… what’s wrong???” he asked, his voice laced with worry.
“I…” I started to respond, but before I could finish, everything went dark...
Jisung's POV Right now, I’m sitting beside yn’s hospital bed, holding her hand tightly. I managed to catch her just before she hit the floor, and Taeil rushed us to the hospital. As soon as we arrived, the staff swiftly got yn settled into a bed. They’ve run several tests, and now I’m anxiously waiting for the results. She’s still unconscious, which worries me more than I can express. But at least she’s breathing—that’s what truly matters to me.
After a few tense minutes, the door opened and Dr. Kim walked in with a smile.
“Your smiling, so you must have good news...” I said, my voice tinged with hope.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“Yes, she’s 12 weeks into her pregnancy—with twins!!!”
In that moment, a wave of excitement washed over me. I rubbed her belly gently, a grin spreading across my face as I realized we have two little ones on the way!!! Yet, beneath that joy, a thread of worry lingered in my mind...
