Jungkook brings you to his apartment afterwards, carefully carrying your unconscious body in his arms - ignoring the looks he gets from the guards. At worst, they’ll just think you’re his one night stand - even though it’s only 11 am.

Namjoon said you should wake up in a short while, but if you don’t, he will come to check your vitals.

Jungkook was laying you on the bed when you stir awake, gripping his wrist weakly. “Jungkookie…” You murmur, eyes barely open.

“I’m here.” He responds, sitting next to you. He strokes your hair gently and you close your eyes back, basking in the affection.

“We’re having a baby.” You mutter after some time, voice barely audible.

“We are.” He confirms, and he reaches another breaking point when you weakly bring his hand to your belly.

“I have decided. I want this baby.” Despite your weak voice, your tone is firm. You open your eyes when Jungkook stays quiet. “Sir?”

Jungkook sighs. “Trust me, I want this baby too. But it’s too dangerous for you, Y/N.”

“So no baby?”

“No baby.” Jungkook shakes his head and wipes the tear that fell to the side of your face. “Rest up, hmm? I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Jungkook pulls the comforter until it covers your chest, gently removing your grip on his wrist. 

“Cuddle?” You catch his wrist again, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips.

“Sure.” He lays next to you, happily accepting you in his arms when you scoot closer. You were searching for warmth, but this is okay too. Because this is Jungkook.

With his arms wrapped protectively around you, you fall asleep within minutes; the tiredness taking over you.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Jungkook waits until you’re deep in sleep before silently getting off the bed, not forgetting to press a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

He has never brought anyone here. Hell, even his hyungs rarely come unless for important occasions because he’d kick them out instantly. He values his friendship, but he values his personal space more.

He feels restless if someone is in the apartment, he feels unsafe. His personal space is being trespassed.

But he doesn’t feel that way with you. He does not feel the need to be on guard all the time because he knows you’re just there in his room, wrapped in his blanket he just washed yesterday - sleeping soundly.

He sighs and takes heavy steps to the living room, not wanting to risk waking you up with the phone call he’s about to make.

With trembling hands, he fishes out his phone and dials the number Namjoon gave him earlier.

“Hello, I’d like to schedule an appointment for abortion.” He didn’t mean for his voice to waver, but it did anyway.

He closes his eyes as he confirms the date and time, heart heavy with sorrow and guilt.

Jungkook throws the phone somewhere in the living room after disconnecting the call, too irritated to even look at it.

Then he returns to the room, his heart is set at ease when he embraces your warm body in his arms.

It was a tough decision to make. He decided that not only as a person, but as a father as well.

His hand travels to your belly, and he whispers; “Dada’s sorry, little one. Please don’t hate me.”

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

|Two days later|

Jungkook picks you up from your apartment, and the ride to the hospital is silent.

Your mind is full yet empty, and you’re not sure what you should think about.

Jungkook gave you a day off from work, assuring you that his work will not be hitched because you already arranged everything before your leave.

And you think a lot throughout the day - and you know, no matter what, the outcome is the same. You can’t keep the baby.

You’d caress your non-existent baby bump from time to time, trying to be subtle but Jungkook notices your every movement.

He does not say anything though, because he knows nothing can comfort you. He’s only able to offer his hand to you, and you hold onto it tightly, scared of what’s to come.

“The procedure will take a maximum of 20 minutes. You may return home after a few hours.” The doctor said, but it has been one hour, and Jungkook is getting restless.

He calls Namjoon, and the elder is immediately on his way to the hospital.

“Hyung, what’s taking them so long?” The younger asks as soon as Namjoon arrives, doesn't even give the elder some time to breathe.

“There might be … complications.”

“What?” Jungkook feels the world stops.

Namjoon takes a deep breath and places his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, lightly squeezing it.

“That was just my assumption. Let’s wait-”

And the doctor comes out.

“We couldn’t proceed with the procedure. Her blood pressure suddenly rised, and we waited for some time hoping it would return to normal, but it didn’t. Proceeding will put her life in danger.” She explained before Jungkook could even ask.

Jungkook just stares at the doctor, unsure of what to say.

“Thank you, doctor. Can we bring her home now?” Namjoon asks on behalf of Jungkook, because oh boy, he knows the younger is currently malfunctioning.

“After she wakes up, yes.” 

Namjoon nods, and the doctor responds with a small smile before walking away.

Your baby is safe.

And you are safe.

For now.