*Trigger Warning. Jungkook does loose his baby. And Namjoon gets kissed by Hobi if you do wanna skip the chapter*
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Chapter 6 My Baby! Nobody's POV
STAB
Namjoon's POV
Five days. Jungkook was okay. A lot of blood loss and a loss of his unborn baby.
I touched my son's hand. Hobi came in, his hair messy. He smelled of sex but I wasn't gonna judge. We were in a really bad situation...
"So, how's he doing?" Hobi sat down
"He's doing okay. When he wakes up, he's gonna be devastated..." I sighed.
"Yeah. I'll pay for therapy." he grabbed my hands and smiled.
"Thank you." I smile. "Hobi you don't have to do that." I rub his back.
"I've got it Mr. Jeon." Hobi smiled.
I hugged him. "You're so good to us."
"It's what I do for my favorite family." Hobi grabbed my face, smiling. He smelled of alcohol. I raised an eyebrow.
"Hobi, go home sweetie. Get some rest." I pat his back.
"Okay." he stands up. "Can you maybe walk me out?" he asks.
I nod and we walk out to the front. He stops and I stop, looking back before walking over to him. "Hobi. What are you-"
He grabbed my hips, and smashed himself into me. Lips touching. The weirdest shit was that he grabbed my fucking ass! I pushed away. "Sorry Mr. Jeon, I couldn't help myself." he smiled drunkenly. "I want you so badly." he wrapped his arms around me again before biting my neck. I hissed at it and pushed him away.
"Go home. NOW!" I order.
"Okay, okay." he called somebody for a ride and I went back into Jungkook's room where he was feeling his flat stomach.
"WHERE-WHERE'S MY BABY?" he asked in a panic.
"Jungkook shh." I sit next to him.
"No Where's my baby!? My stomach's flat!" he kept feeling around.
"You had gotten stabbed, and the baby had no chance of survival. They removed the baby. I'm sorry." I rubbed his back as he started his freak out.
"NO IT CAN'T BE! NO! NO!" Jungkook shouted.
Doctors and nurses came running while I left the room, heartbroken. My baby is in destress... I start to cry.
I run hands through my hair, groaning at the frustration.
