An Old Friend ✔️

TWENTYEIGHT

While we were at the hospital, Jin and I didn't talk much. He listened carefully to the nurse explaining the medication that I needed to take for the next few days as well as going easy on myself. I wasn't to do much physical activity, no sex, and no dancing. Luckily, I just needed to be down for about a week for my body to regroup.

I was grateful there was no further damage done, and nothing permanent.

What I was most worried about was Jin.

When the doctor told him what happened, he seemed confused and almost distraught. I, on the other hand, was grateful. I would ever had gotten an abortion, but the miscarriage happening natural was a blessing.

We were not ready to be parents.

I wasn't ready to be a mother.

I didn't want to be a mother.

I was worried about Jin because he looked so disappointed. When we were still at the hospital, he mostly worried about me, continuing to ask if I was okay or if I was hurt. The car ride home later that evening was quiet, and he held my hand as he drove to my house.

Yoongi and Namjoon were there, as well as Jimin who was sick with worry since he wasn't able to get to the hospital.

"I promise I'm okay." I said as I was now comfortably tucked into my bed.

"I was just so scared Noona." He said as he sat on the bed next to me. "I had no idea what was going on." He took my hand and kissed my palm. "Are you...okay? You know...mentally."

I smiled to him. "Yes, Jimin, I'm fine. I swear."

JIn was standing with his arms crossed on the other side of the room watching our interaction. Jimin accepted my answer, and once he felt better, he promised Hobi to update him, since he was unable to leave practice with Jungkook.

Yoongi and Namjoon came in as well, giving me lots of love and well wishes, but no one really said anything about what actually happened. Once they both left, Jin moved from his place at the wall and closed the door softly, locking it behind him.

When he turned to me, he looked so hurt and lost. It killed me. Over the past several months Jin and I have been so happy together. I know that I have been the happiest I have ever been and he had told me he felt the same on several occasions.

We were always together, never getting sick of each other's company.

We had sex almost every day, sometimes maybe twice a day.

I reached out for him as he started to come closer, and when he reached me, he leaned down kissing me on the forehead. "I am so glad you're okay." He spoke in a soft voice.

"Me too." I said kissing him lightly on the lips. "Lay with me?"

"I don't want to hurt you..." he hesitated.

"You just can't have sex with me." I teased. "I know it will be hard but I think we can manage a week."

I thought he was smirk and say something smart, but his expression remained solemn as he nodded and rounded to the other side of the bed.

He crawled in next to me, letting me nuzzle into him, my head tucked under his chin. I was still mostly laying on my back, so as Jin was on his side, it was easy for his hand to rest on my stomach.

"Are you in any more pain?"

"A little." I said honestly. "But the doctor said it will only lessen from here and that the worst was over."

He pulled the blanket down and pulled my tank top up to expose my belly, lightly caressing it with his fingertips. "I'm not sure what to think."

"Indifference? It's not like we were trying, nor were we ready." I said cautiously. I had a feeling by the way he was acting that this conversation was not over. He continued to caress my belly softly, lulling me into a sleep.