ʍǟɖɛ ʄօʀ ɛǟƈɦ օȶɦɛʀ [KIM TAEHYUNG Indian ff]

Bonus one

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Taehyung gasped sharply, his eyes darting around as he struggled to make sense of what was happening. His heart was racing, his breath uneven as if he'd been running for miles.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder again, grounding him in reality. He turned his head abruptly and saw his mother standing there, concern etched across her face.

Mrs Kim: "Taehyung-ah," she said softly, "where is YN? What's wrong?"

His eyes widened as he looked down at his hands-empty, trembling. There was no baby, no blanket. He glanced toward the labor room door. The doctor wasn't there. The sterile, cold weight of the dream began to dissolve, leaving behind an overwhelming mixture of confusion and relief.

Taehyung : "It... it was a dream,"

he whispered to himself, his voice shaking. His mother bent down, cupping his face, her thumbs brushing away the tears he hadn't realized were still falling.

Mrs Kim : "A dream?"

she repeated, her worry deepening.Taehyung nodded slowly, his breaths still ragged.

Taehyung : "It felt so real... the screams, the doctor... she said..."

He swallowed hard, unable to finish the sentence. The words were too painful to repeat.

His mother wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly as he tried to calm down.

Mrs Kim : "It was just a nightmare, Taehyung. YN is strong, and she will be fine. You need to have faith."

Taehyung clung to her like a lost child, his mind replaying the vivid scenes of the dream. The thought of losing YN had shaken him to his core, dredging up fears he hadn't realized he'd buried.

The sound of a nurse opening the labor room door snapped him back to the present. He pulled away from his mother, standing up with a newfound urgency.

Taehyung : "How is she?"

he asked the nurse, his voice desperate.The nurse smiled reassuringly.

Nurse : "She's doing well, Mr. Kim. She's strong, and so is the baby. We'll let you see them soon."

Relief washed over him like a tidal wave, and his knees nearly buckled. His mother steadied him, smiling through her own tears of joy.

Mrs Kim : "See?" (she said, her voice gentle yet firm). "Everything will be okay."

Taehyung nodded, but the remnants of the dream lingered, a stark reminder of how much he had taken for granted. As he waited to be allowed inside, he promised himself one thing: he would never let her feel alone again. Never.

Inside the labor room, the atmosphere was tense yet filled with determination. YN's body trembled with exhaustion, her forehead glistening with sweat as she pushed with every ounce of strength she had left. Each contraction felt like a battle, but she didn't give up-not for a second.

The doctor's encouraging voice guided her.

Doctor : "One more push, YN. You're almost there. You can do this."

With a final, desperate cry, YN gave it everything she had. And then, like a miracle breaking through a storm, the tiny, powerful wail of her baby boy filled the room.

The sound shattered her pain, replacing it with overwhelming relief and joy. Tears cascaded down her face as her body collapsed back against the bed. A soft, tired smile spread across her lips, and she felt her heart swell with a love so profound it was indescribable.