Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I'm scared that one of these days, I'm going to scroll all the way down and post chapter fucking seventy three and you all are going to be so confused but it sounds like something I'd fuck up, yeah. I hope you stay until then so you can read WHAT I HOPE NOT TO POST BEFORE CHAPTER FIFTY.

Tbh, I don't really remember what's in my prewritten chapters, just where certain things fall and what chapter they're around.

*goes through chapter 73 again* *looks up*

Me: "Well, I know who's getting fucked in the ass later."

Random person: "Who?"

Me: "ME BITCH!! I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIE!!"

Namjoon held my hand over the console of the car, driving to that doctor's office. We were going to go check on how the baby's growing and if there was anything else we could be doing. Taehyung tagged along because he just wanted to.

My mate parked the car and got out with me, fingers laced with mine. I shot him a warm smile which he returned before opening the glass door. We sat in the waiting room, our hands still locked together.

No one had really looked at Twitter, afraid of what we would see. Our interview has been on a few news stations for a while now, explaining our hiatus from dropping albums and producing music. The few tweets on that made it onto the news showed support and some hate, but we didn't look at the other ones on the app.

We were called into the office and I sat on the little bed in the room, Namjoon sitting next to me in a chair, kissing my knuckles. Taehyung played around on his phone.

"Alrighty then," a female doctor chirped, coming in with a ultrasound machine. We looked at her confused, wondering where the doctor we had before went. "Ah, he's not a maternity doctor. He just does checkups and prescribes medicine. But your secret is safe with me," she smiled, pushing her glasses up her nose.

Everything was set up and we answered questions she had given us while we waited for the machine to get ready.

"Alright, if you could lift up your shirt and undo you pants, we can get started," she grinned, pulling latex gloves on.

I did as asked to reveal the small swell in my tummy, shivering at the cold gel on my stomach. She picked up a weird rod thing and pressed it against my stomach, moving it over the gel, all eyes trained on the screen. There was a silence in the room as the screen flickered every now and then before her hand stopped moving.

"There it is," she said.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of my one month grown baby inside me. Tears welled up as I stared at the small, curled up pup on the screen. Pride and adoration swirled into my chest.

"Do you want to hear its heartbeat?"

I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation. She pressed a few buttons and faint, small thumps quietly filled the room. Namjoon sucked in a breath, making me look over at him. His hand was over his mouth and tears filled his eyes as we listened to the soft beats of our pup and he looked over the screen. I squeezed his hand and he looked up at me, blinking away his tears. We smiled at each other and looked back at our baby, joy holding onto us tightly as the small thumps steadily sounded out. But the beat started sounding a bit fast and off count.

"Hold on," the doctor said suddenly, frowning.

"What?" Taehyung asked, coming closer.

She squinted at the screen and moved her hand a fraction of an inch before gasping.

"What?" Namjoon questioned worriedly.

"There's—"

Disclaimer: I have no idea how pregnancy works I just know it's nine months. I don't know the timeline for pregnancy so please just bear with me.