Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty

(Kismet)

"The surgery went well. Mr. Seo is in his room at this moment; he's still waking up from the anesthesia. You can see him now."

Looking back in the mirror, Namjoon smirks, his reflection mimicking his masked pain. Everything had turned out fine.

But why wasn't he fine?

"Mr. Seo hasn't woken up yet. His vitals are fine. It won't be long before he wakes."

So stupid. His whole being is a mess. Slowly, gradually, last night's nightmare is leaving. The aftermath seems the worst. What can you do after the nightmare? It can't go back to fucking rainbows. It doesn't work like that.

Ye-Jun is fine. A version of fine. Mentally, Namjoon knows he isn't fine. Not Seokjin. Not his mother. And definitely not him.

The Namjoon in the mirror wipes the smugness out of his face, replacing it with disgust. The pieces don't seem to want to stick.

"You didn't leave?"

With a scoff, Namjoon can feel his dimples grow from the stretching of his forced smile. The anesthesia had worn off, but Ye-Jun still seemed as if he was in a dream. He had given him a quick, warm smile before uttering those three words. He didn't look disgusted at him. Or angry. Or disappointed. His mind bore an unexpected reaction. He looked intrigued, rather.

Those words twisted his heart. He wanted someone to punish him, to shout at him. He wanted someone to point him as the cause of these horrible events. No one did. And this alleviation, did not, in fact, alleviate his broken heart. Instead it made it worse. He was guilty. They just needed to see it.

Removing the smugness of his face (once again) with the rub of his hand, Namjoon gulps one last time, pushing the guilt and anger deep inside where it can't come out for now.

When he steps out, Ye-Jun's painful moans infiltrate the room. His face was distorted, his eyes close. A nurse was by his side, adding medication into his tubes so that the pain can diminish for at least a little bit.

"Hi," he speaks, his voice soft and full of brokenness.

The nurse looks up and shoots him a sympathetic smile. "Hello. Mr. Seo is in a lot of pain so we're giving him medicine. The medicine will make him sleepy soon. I will come back in a few hours to check on his vitals again. If something goes wrong please advice any of the nurses nearby," the nurse tells him as he finishes with the needle. He disposes the needle and medicine to the trash, picks up his pad, and with a smile once again, shuts the door of the room.

"Are you okay?" Ye-Jun asks, padding the bed with his hand.

"I should be asking you, instead." Namjoon sits at the edge of the bed and takes his hand placing it between both his hands. "Thank you for coming back."

"Babe, don't be sappy. I never left you. I would never let Minseu win. You know how I am when it comes to competition," Ye-Jun jokes, squeezing Namjoon's hand with tenderness.

"And that's what I love about you." Ye-Jun chuckles, closing his eyes, gripping the bed sheets, calming the painful breaths he was taking. Namjoon falls silent. It was true. He loves him so much. When he heard the guns, he thought of the worst.

Guns meant death. One blow and six feet underground. Running was all he could do, even after kneeling in front of him, bleeding, his mind was still running, looking and never finding anything. Help lost.

"Namjoon, how is Seokjin? How is..."

"My unborn child? My baby is fine. Seokjin needs to be in bed for the rest of his pregnancy if he wants to avoid miscarriage," Namjoon answers with a sigh. The worst of it all was that he was clueless. How could've he protected his unborn child, Seokjin and Ye-Jun all at the same time?