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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 Today marks six months into my pregnancy with Jisung's twins. However, the past week has been tough-I haven't been feeling my best. In fact, I've been sick several times just today. Right now, I'm lying on my side of the bed, trying to find some comfort
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I have this cup on my side table.
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YangYang brought it into the room, but honestly, I had no idea where the others were. I really needed someone right now. I sat up and realized I felt wet, as if I had lost control. Gathering my strength, I stood up, clutching my cup, and made my way to the door. As I opened it, laughter and chatter filled the air. I slowly made my way to the stairs, but as I began to descend, a sharp pain shot through me, causing me to scream and collapse onto one of the steps.
I heard footsteps rushing from all directions. Suddenly, I felt a gentle hand on my cheek. I looked up to see Jisung, his eyes filled with concern.
"Mamas-what's wrong???" he asked, panic evident in his voice.
"I... I think I wet myself," I stammered, "and then this intense pain hit me."
Shotaro appeared, his expression grim. "There's a trail of blood..."
At that moment, Jisung quickly grabbed my arm, urgency in his tone as he urged, "We need to get you to the van!!!"
Jisung's POV Right now, I'm holding YN's hand, grateful that she's peacefully sleeping. The medical team is monitoring her and the twins' heartbeats closely. They've conducted several tests, but we still don't have any answers, which leaves me feeling anxious. I gently rub YN's belly when the door swings open, and I look up to see Dr. Joy entering the room.
"Are all three of them okay???" I ask, my heart racing.
She shakes her head, and I feel my heart drop.
"What's wrong???" I press, fear creeping into my voice.
"YN is suffering from placenta previa," Dr. Joy explains.
"What does that mean???" I reply, my stomach tightening.
"It means the placenta is covering the opening of the cervix," she clarifies.
"That doesn't sound good. Is there anything that can be done???" I ask, desperately searching her face for hope.
Dr. Joy takes a deep breath. "There are a few options. You can choose to take her home for self-care, which involves sexual abstinence and bed rest. Alternatively, we can go with supportive care, which means hospitalization and continuous monitoring for any changes or improvements."
I bite my lip, glancing at YN before looking back at Dr. Joy. "I think supportive care is the best option. I can stay here with her, right???"
She nods. "Of course."
I nod in return, feeling a bit more at ease as she begins to examine YN. I step into the waiting room, where Sion, Riku, Yushi, Jaehee, Ryo, Sakuya, Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta, Kun, Doyoung, Chittaphon, Jaehyun, SiCheng, Jungwoo, Lucas, Mark, Xiaojun, Hendery, Renjun, Jeno, Donghyuck, Jaemin, YangYang, Shotaro, Sungchan, and Chenle sit, their faces etched with concern. Sungchan spots me first and quickly draws everyone's attention.
"How is Mama Pumpkin and the tiny pumpkins???" Chenle asks, his voice laced with worry.
I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what I have to say. "YN... she's suffering from placenta previa."
A collective frown spreads across their faces.
"That doesn't sound good..." Sion murmurs.
I shake my head, my heart heavy. "It's not. She'll need to stay in the hospital until she gives birth. It's the best option for her and the babies."
They all nod in understanding, their expressions a mix of concern and support. I lead them into YN's room, where they each kiss her cheek before stepping back. Alone again, I sit beside her, holding her hand tightly. I can only hope and pray that both she and our little ones will be okay... I truly do...
