Our Secret | Taejin✔️

Unknown Faith

Jin's Pov:

Progress was being made between Taehyung and I. He hadn't done anything to me within the past two months, nor did we have any arguments. However, a few weeks back, he took me out to dinner, and the waiter started flirting with me. I saw how angry he got, but I placed his hand over my seven months, almost eight months belly, and he immediately calms down. I was finding ways to deal with his flare-ups.

I think reminding him that he mattered and no one else helped a lot. He was getting excited about the baby's arrival. Although he didn't say much, it was evident by the effort he put into making sure the baby's room was put together. He even bought her some clothes on his own, which made me smile. I think this baby might be right for him.

I was able to buy some wall paintings. However, to my surprise, Taehyung was very particular about the pictures I bought, out of the 20 I got for the house, only three were acceptable in his eyes. It took a lot of convincing on my end to get him to put five up. I returned the other 15. He said he could do better paintings than the ones I had bought. I wasn't so sure about that, but I guess I'll have to wait and see.

I was learning more and more about him too. I found out he painted as a child. It was his way of escaping his reality. He said he still has all his paintings, but wouldn't show me them as they represented a dark side of him and I probably wouldn't like them. I didn't know how to tell him, and I doubt he can get any darker than he how he had already gotten with me.

Although he was being friendly to me and caring for our unborn daughter, I still knew my limits where he was concerned. I was not trying to irritate him, especially not while he has been so good.

Jimin never got invited over again. I spoke to him on the phone, though. It's not that Taehyung banned him, it was just the memory of his last visit resided with me. I would rather wait until the baby was born before allowing him over again.

Jungkook had texted me to see how I was doing. I quickly deleted the message, the less communication I have with him, the better my life and his would be. I meant nothing wrong by it, but I was thinking of his safety.

Maybe one day when Taehyung isn't like this, I can talk to him, and it won't be an issue. For now, though, I'll keep my distance. My babies safety is way more valuable, as well as my own.

I was currently sitting in the babies room, folding up her new clothes that I washed her. Only a month and a half more and she would be here. I wonder what type of person she's going to be like or who she's going to look like. Taehyung has excellent features, and so do I, so I can only imagine the beauty she will be. I hope she will be able to change her father, in the right way, of course.

One of her shirts falls to the ground, and I bend to pick it up when pain strikes me in my back. Causing me to grip onto my side and sit up straight slowly. In no time I was hit with another pain, I took a deep breathe and sit back on the bed while holding onto my back.

I did the breathing technique my doctor thought me, but it was not working as I was then hit with another pain one causing me to scream out.

Taehyung rushes into the room, "what's wrong? Everything okay?" He asks, and I shake my head. "I'm in a lot of pain," I told him as the pain continues to strike me harder than before. "Is it the baby?" He looks at me with concern.

"I DON'T KNOW! Just get me to the doctor please!!!" I screamed at him. He disappeared out of the room.

I don't ever remember yelling at Taehyung like that since I had met him. The pain I was feeling was becoming more and more unbearable. I don't know what's wrong. I pray something isn't wrong with our baby. "Breathe Jin, breathe, I called the ambulance, and they are on their way." He places his hand over my stomach, "please be okay. Please be okay. Don't scare me like this. You are my world, and I need to meet you alive." He says kneeling and clutching onto my stomach.

Another pain strikes me, and I twist in pain. "It hurts! Take it out!" Was the last thing I remember before blacking out.