Don't Leave Me ••• Yoonmin Mpreg

Fortyfive

Who's👏ready👏to👏cry👏?
Jimin-
Jihoon swings his legs back and forth. He's chewing on an apple I gave him so he'd stop complaining about being hungry. He's been growing and needs more food, but I don't want to just let him eat junk.
"Where's Appa?" Jihoon asks.
I flip my book page. "Work. Hell be home in an hour." A sharp sting runs through my stomach. "Ow, crap," I gasp. I hold my stomach.
"What's wrong?" Jihoon asks.
"It's just- just the baby," I say. "I think it's starting to move." The pain doesn't leave. "Can I trust you bug?"
He nods.
"Can you get me the heat pack? I'm going to lay down in my room. Don't open the door to strangers. You can watch a movie with Holly if you want," I say. I stand up and walk to my room. Jihoon brings the heat pack and a glass of water.
I lay on my bed with the heat pack on my stomach. I try to ignore the constant sharp pain. I know it's just pregnancy pains, so I just try to sleep. I can hear Jihoon watching a movie. It's probably Inside Out. After time has passed, I can hear Yoongi's car pulling into the driveway.
"Appa!" I hear Jihoon yell.
"Baby, how was your day!" Yoongi yells, just as enthusiastically. They both quiet down.
I sit up, my stomach stinging. I get up and look at the bed. A small stain of red the grey sheets. I hold my stomach and stagger to the bathroom. I pull down my pants and look in my boxers. I hold onto the wall and look at the patch of blood.
I start crying. "Yoongi!" I scream.
"Baby?" He calls back. I hear him come up the stairs and into our room. "What's wrong, sweets?" He comes into the bathroom.
"We h-have to go to the h-hospital," I choke.
He looks at the blood. "Shit." He quickly pulls my pants up and lifts me up. He carries me to the bed and puts my shoes on. He carries me down the stairs.
"Jihoon, get your shoes on and get in my car," Yoongi says.
"What's going on?" Jihoon asks.
"Just do as I say," Yoongi says. He carries me to the car and buckled me up. "I'm going to grab my wallet and shoes. We'll be there in ten minutes." He kisses my forehead. "It's going to be okay." He shuts the door and runs back inside.
I stare out the window. Jihoon gets in the car. He asks me something but I can't hear him. It's like my body has been turned off. I can't move, I can't speak. Yoongi comes back. He says something and starts driving. I don't remember much of the drive, just his hand on mine.
He carries me into the emergency center. He talks to the secretary. They put me in a normal doctors room. Yoongi paces around me. Jihoon sits in the chair. He must be confused why we are so worried. He doesn't realize what is happening.  A doctor comes in and does a few tests. He gives us a sad look. Even though he hasn't said it, I know. A mother always knows. I can feel it rotting. His lips move. I can't hear him. But I know. I know. I know. Yoongi falls. He is crying. Jihoon starts crying too.
Of course they have to remove it. They can't just leave a dead baby inside of me. They take me to a room. They put me under. When I wake up, my stomach is small. Taehyung and Jungkook are in my room. Taehyung is holding Jihoon. Jungkook is crying and holding my hand. I can't see Yoongi. He's probably crying somewhere Jihoon can't see him.
I turn to Jungkook. His cheeks are soaked. His eyes are pink. "Did I have a girl or boy?" I ask quietly.
He chokes out a cry. "You had a girl."
A girl. I was going to have a girl. She was going to be small and cute. She would like music like her dad. Maybe she would dance like me. She would be happy. She'd have a cute giggle. Her brother would protect her, but she wouldn't realize his actions were out of love. It was going to be perfect.
Not anymore.
It's my fault.
The pills. A side effect was miscarriage. I shouldn't have took the pills. It's all my fault.
Yoongi comes into the room. He has tear stains on his face. His nose is pink, matching his eyes. He sits next to me. I'm sorry. It's my fault. He doesn't know it is. He didn't know the side effect of the pills. And now he has to go through the pain of losing our baby.
"Hey Jiminie," he says softly. "How are you feeling?"
Hot tears stream down my face. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
"No, it's not," Yoongi says. Soon, his tears are flowing. "We can get through this. We can try again if you want."
"I can't," Jimin bawls. "I can't do it again."
"Okay, we can talk about it later, yeah?" He sniffs. "The doctor said you can leave when you want."
"I want to go home," I cry.
"I'll get the car."
"No. I want to go to my dad," I cry.
Yoongi's face looks as if he's been stabbed. "W-we should go home. You can rest. We will talk about everything tomorrow."
"I want to go to my dad!" I scream.
The room is quiet. All of the boys are looking at me. Jungkook's quiet sniffles are the only sound.
"I want to go to my dad," I say calmer.
"I'll drive you," Taehyung said. "Jihoon, ready to see Papa?"
"No, Jihoon needs to stay here," I say.
"D-dad?" Jihoon says quietly. "I don't want you to go."
I cry. "I need to be alone."
"You need to be with us. We can't go through this by ourselves," Yoongi argues. "You can stay at our house until we talk about it."
I sigh. "Okay."
They sign out of the hospital. When we get home, I go up to my room. I lay in the bed, holding a small pillow to my stomach. I clutch it tightly. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough."