Beneath The Surface

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"Can you take me to her? I want to see her... " Taehyung requested while pulling the baby boy more to his chest.

"But tae doctor told you to rest, it's not good for you go anywhere and moreover there is a cast on you foot.. " Jungkook reasoned out to let taehyung understand the situation.

"How is she...? "

"Doctor informed us a few minutes ago that her condition is stable, don't worry much... " Jungkook smiled mildly.

"I want to go to her, she is alone, she must be hungry.... Please take me to her.. " Taehyung tried to perused jungkook.

Jungkook couldn't deny his request anymore so he asked permission from the doctor. Aftter getting the go -ahead Jungkook and nurses helped taehyung to sit on a wheelchair.

"Give joohan to me.... "

"But tae... "

"I can carry him, really.. Give him to me... " A desperate yearning is evident in his voice because he is scared.

"Alright! Hold him carefully okay? I am pushing your wheelchair slowly, if you feel any discomfort let me  know right away.. " Jungkook said.

"Oh tae I forgot to inform you... Jimin and yoongi hyung was here all the time, I send them home a hour ago, though they are protesting I told them to get some sleep then come here during visiting hour... I did right thing didn't I? "

Taehyung nodded weakly, his gaze drifting momentarily to Yohan, cradled gently against his chest. "Yes... They must be tired. I want to thank them for being with us, like family."

"We will.."Jungkook affirmed with a gentle smile, his hand resting reassuringly on Taehyung's shoulder.

Upon reaching the incubator room, Taehyung's heart sank like a stone in his chest. The sterile, clinical environment seemed starkly juxtaposed against the fragility of his emotions. As he approached the incubator where his little girl is laying, a fragile bundle amidst the mechanical hums and beeps of life-support equipment, tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.

He sat there on the wheelchair , his hands trembling slightly, his gaze fixed on the tiny figure encased in the clear plastic crib. Wires and tubes connected her to monitors, a lifeline he could hardly bear to acknowledge. The sight of her so small, so vulnerable, struck a  deep fear within him—a mother's love mingled with a sense of helplessness.

Taehyung's throat tightened as he fought to maintain composure, his fingers lightly touching the incubator glass as if seeking a tangible connection with his daughter. Every breath seemed to echo in the quiet room, where the only sounds were the soft whirring of machines and the gentle rhythm of his own heartbeat, now pounding in sync with his emotions.

"It is my fault.. She is in this condition, if I were a little careful.... " Taehyung couldn't complete his sentence as his throat tightened with overwhelming emotions of sadness, uncontrollable tears started to fall down from his eyes.

"No.. It's not your fault, you are the one who tried to protect her with everything, even your life.. So don't say something like that.. " Jungkook spoke up.

Jungkook scoot down to taehyung's level and hugged his belly with joohan between them.

"She will be fine, every second I am praying for her well-being, she will come to us healthy and happy... Our daughter.. Our Joohee".jungkook uttered softly.

" Baby... Get well soon, me, your dad your brother, jimin uncle, yoongi uncle is waiting for you eagerly... "Taehyung whispered to the baby with a soft smile.