Kismet (Namjin Mpreg)

Chapter Sixty-Three

Chapter Sixty-Three:

(Kismet)

Back inside his hospital room, Seokjin covers himself in blankets, his hands on top of his belly, safely protecting his child. After Jungkook, had left, Namjoon took him outside to see the sun and briefly talk about his brother in law, who had came to see Minseu at the hospital.

While talking about the case, Seokjin couldn't help but notice how distraught Namjoon had sounded. Without wanting to, he was assigned the role of savior. He was in charge of making sure Minseu's case was wrapped up and taken care of.

His gentle smile and his soft hands caressing his own made him forget that there was a time when they were out of each others' lives and a  time when each other bore the anger of their wrong doings.

It was such a pity that it had to be all ruined by Minseu. Something good that came out of this bullshit was their little baby growing inside of him.

Namjoon didn't like that he had to get on top of a bed that was higher than his own in his room, so he had gone to Doctor Pat and convince him to bring in the equipment into his room. With the equipment inside of his room, Seokjin doesn't have to strain his body more than he should be doing. ( edit: Fixed sentence.)

Seokjin, waiting for Namjoon, had sneakily brought in the food that Namjoon bought him in the cafeteria. Since he can't eat or enter the cafeteria, and he loathes the food that is brought into his room, Seokjin hid apple pie bread, Ocean Spray cranberry juice, and a small box of French fries below his fluffy blanket he made Namjoon bring from his room.

Tasting French fries, even if they're almost cold, brings him utter joy. After eating hospital food that they bring to the patients, he wants to cry. He can't wait to leave so he can eat whatever he wants. Seokjin can totally taste the difference between the food brought to him and the food visitors can eat in the cafeteria. If he says so himself, that's not fair at all.

Night was approaching, the lights from outside shining brightly inside of his room. This time between night and day, was his favorite time. Afternoon. Sometimes he would turn the lights off, well more like asked the nurses to turn the lights off for him, and he would lie on his bed, staying still and listening to the sounds of the hospital breathing.

From afar Seokjin could hear the faint laughter coming from nearby rooms. One time he heard the cry of a baby being brought up to another patient next door. Such sound brought a vision of the first time Seokjoon was born. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever head. From that moment he knew he would give his life just so that his son could live his. Seokjin wonders how differently this pregnancy is going to be like.

His first pregnancy he spend it alone. That first night with his son brought tears of regret and happiness. While Seokjoon slept beside him, Seokjin would envision Namjoon holding their son in his arms smiling proudly back at Seokjin.

Faintly, Seokjin whispers to his unborn child that this would be different. Although it wouldn't be fair for Seokjoon, this little sibling would have the opportunity to have its daddy present. Seokjoon would be there to meet his sibling and they would be a complete family.

Before he could rest properly, having pushed the food away onto the table, the door swings open and the machine is pushed in by two male nurses. Namjoon follows after them, Seokjoon on his hip, calling Seokjin's dad title as he begins to tell him about last night's sleepover with Carmen.

"And Carmen gave me a huge hug after I told her I loved her dress. I can wear dresses too, right Daddy?" Seokjoon gives Seokjin an innocent look, although his fingers are nervously fiddling with Seokjin's T-shirt.