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Jimin's Pov
The sterile white walls of the delivery room felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with every beep of the heart monitor, each sound echoing the wild rhythm of my own heart. Yoongi, my love, my husband, was in agony.
His face was contorted in a mask of pain and frustration, the sweat clinging to his brow like glistening tears.
Yoongi : "Get her out of me! I can't do this anymore!"
he screamed, his voice hoarse with exertion. I squeezed his hand, my knuckles turning white with worry, my own chest tightening with the desperate need to take his pain away.
Doctor : “Yoongi, you’re doing amazing,”
a kind-faced doctor tried to soothe, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Yoongi's eyes darted around the room, frantic, before landing on me.
Yoongi : “Jimin, why are you just standing there? Help me!”
he yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.
My heart ached for him, for the little one struggling to be born, and for my own helplessness.
Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the edges of the room. I wanted to alleviate his pain, to take it upon myself, but I was trapped, a silent observer in this unfolding scene.
Jimin : “I’m here, Yoongi,”
I choked out, my voice trembling.
Jimin ::“I’m right here with you.”
He glared at me, his pain momentarily twisting into anger.
Yoongi ' “You’re right here? You’re just standing there, watching me suffer? Why don’t you help the doctors? Why don’t you get her out of me, Jimin?”
Jimin : “Yoongi, please,”
I pleaded, squeezing his hand, my own heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
Jimin : “Focus on your breathing, baby.”
The doctors, a calm island in this sea of chaos, continued their work, their voices soothing yet firm.
Doctor : “Mr. Min, that’s right, push with me, you’re doing great.”
Sweat beaded on Yoongi's forehead, his eyes clenched shut in concentration.
He gripped my hand so tightly, I knew he was leaving marks on my skin, but I wouldn't move.
I could see his pain, feel it reverberating through me, like a physical blow, and it made my muscles ache.
Jimin : “Just a little more, Yoongi,”
I whispered, my voice cracking again.
Jimin : “You’re almost there.”
A wave of nausea washed over Yoongi. He shifted, a low groan escaping his lips.
Yoongi : “I can’t, Jimin, I can’t!”
I held his gaze, my tears overflowing now, blurring the room.
Jimin : “You can, Yoongi, you are so strong."
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