Bonus: ABO Scenes - Chapter 68

Taehyung

Hae-sook knelt behind Jungkook's head and made quick work of shampooing and washing his hair.

The water turned a dirty brown, the smell touching my nostrils, almost making me gag.

I'm sorry.

So, so sorry, Angel.

Jungkook was in more pain than I had thought.

And I had no idea how I was going to bring him back to me.

I was scared that we were forever broken.

I ran my hand over his neck and arms. When my hand neared his stomach, I paused, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. Of all the scenarios I had running in my head, this was not one of them.

How did Jungkook live in that hellhole in this state?

How did he stay alive?

Taking a deep breath, I slowly rubbed my hand over the fullness of his stomach. It was rigid, the skin felt tight. My throat burned and my heart ached as I quickly moved my hand away.

I didn't know how to feel about this pregnancy?

"Taehyung."

I turned my head to see Hae-sook staring at me expectantly. I ignored the look of sympathy on her face and turned my attention to Jungkook again. Squirting some soap in my hand, I quickly washed his legs and then his back. When I was done, I pulled Jungkook out of the water.

Hae-sook quickly drained the dirty water. I placed Jungkook in the empty tub again, washing his again, making sure he was cleaned from all filth. I poured water over Jungkook and rinsed off the soap. When he was clean, Hae-sook wrapped a towel around Jungkook's still form.

Sucking in an agonized breath, I stood on my legs and pulled Jungkook into my arms again. I limped into the bedroom to see Sam, Seokjin, and Hoseok standing at the bed.

Seokjin's eyes moved to my injured leg, and his face tightened in frustration. "Sam, you need to take a look at Taehyung's leg. He's bleeding too much."

"I'm fine," I ground out, placing Jungkook on the bed. I wrapped the towel tighter around him and pulled the comforter up.

"Boss, let me stitch you up first," Sam suggested as he came behind me.

The anger I was holding inside of me finally bubbled out, "We don't have time for this!" I bellowed.

"You're bleeding out! You are no good to Jungkook like this!" Seokjin yelled back, his eyes furious.

I turned to Sam, "Make sure he is okay. I want Jungkook to be okay. Fix him!"

"But, Boss-" he started.

I sprang forward and wrapped my fist around his collar, pulling his feet off the floor, "Did you fvcking hear what I just said?"

He swallowed hard and nodded, I released him, and he fixed his shirt.

How did they think I would let him stitch me up before taking care of Jungkook first?

I glanced at Seokjin, he shook his head in exasperation, "Sam, do what he says. He'll never listen to any of us. Take care of Jungkook first."

Seokjin went to the bathroom, and I turned to face Jungkook again. Sam leaned forward, placing a knee beside Jungkook on the bed. He took hold of the towel but didn't move it from Jungkook. He glanced at me, his expression was pensive.

"Boss, may I? With your permission, I need to see how bad it is."

My hands fisted to the side, I hated the thought of another man seeing his body but what choice did I have?

Sam waited for my permission, I felt the urge to yell and carve his eyes out but instead stood frozen.

When I felt someone touch my arm, I swivelled around to see Seokjin holding a towel, "Tie it around your wound. It'll stop the bleeding for now."

I bent down and quickly tied it around the bleeding area. After making sure it was in place and wouldn't spill blood everywhere, I walked to the other side of the bed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Seokjin and Hoseok quietly leaving the room, giving us privacy.

Hae-sook stood beside Sam, looking just as worried as before. Her tears were long gone, her face showed her sorrow and fatigue. There was Jimin and then there was Jungkook.

How much more could she take?

I climbed in bed beside Jungkook. Moving closer, I moulded my body around his. I held him to me for a second, breathing in his fresh scent. I sent Sam a fierce stare and then nodded. Hae-sook settled at Jungkook's feet, her hands knotted on her lap. Turning my attention back to Jungkook, I saw Sam carefully pulling the comforter and then the towel away from Jungkook's body.

I heard him suck in a breath and glanced up to see his frown as he took in the bruises that marred Jungkook's pale skin. I had avoided looking at the bruises too, fearing I would snap from seeing the evidence of what he had been through.

Deep, purple bruises covered his arms and legs. Some were faded, others looked fairly new.

Maybe a few days. His knees and elbows were scraped. Probably from the hard ground. The skin looked ragged in some places.

As I continued to look at his body, my breath became erratic and my lungs tightened. The side of his left leg was nearly black and one of his arms was starting to turn an ugly shade of green. This bruise was probably less than a week old. There were other small cuts all over Jungkook's body. His face was slightly bruised but looked much better than the rest of him.

One thing that took me by surprise was his stomach. The skin from his stomach was clear of any bruises. Not even a single one. It appeared as though his front was left unaffected and untouched. I had no idea how Jungkook protected himself in this state - all I knew was that I found him alive.

Jungkook was breathing and I would do anything to keep it that way.

With my face buried in his neck, I closed my eyes.

I couldn't lose him now.

I lost him once and that was it.

Never again.

"He is badly bruised, Boss," Sam finally muttered after inspecting Jungkook's body.

I lifted my head just enough to look at Sam, I snarled, "I can see that, I want to know what you can do."

If he was useless to me, I would have to find someone else to look after Jungkook. I wanted to know if he was okay or not. If he would be okay.

"I can treat his wounds, of course," Sam started. He paused, his eyes going to Jungkook's stomach, "He is pregnant and I don't know much about pregnancy."

I clenched my jaw tight, grinding my teeth together.

The words I didn't want to acknowledge.

Jungkook is pregnant.

Fvck!

I knew that but hearing those words made it more real.

It was real.

This was real.

My Angel was pregnant.

And I didn't even know if the baby was mine.

I couldn't smell anything.

My eyes moved to her round stomach again. I stared at the roundness for a few seconds before my gaze snapped up at Sam's voice.

"During his captivity, we don't know the trauma his mind and body took. And how that could affect his pregnancy and the baby. I couldn't even smell anything.." he continued.

I hated being reminded of his captivity and how close I had been to losing Jungkook. I thought getting him out of that hellhole would be the end.

As long as he was in my arms, everything would be okay.

Nothing looked okay.

Sam laid a hand on Jungkook's chest, "His breathing isn't laboured, that's a good sign. He's probably just in a deep sleep. Most of the time, people who go through trauma tend to shut down. Sleep is one way to do so. Jungkook would likely sleep through the day and night. It is best that he rests. You will need to keep checking on him."

"I will. I won't leave him alone," I said, placing a kiss next to his ear, "I will be with Jungkook."

As long as he took to heal, I would not leave his side. I continued to pepper Jungkook's face and head with kisses as Sam cleaned his wounds. He disinfected them and wrapped bandages around the worst ones. He then applied salve on the bruises.

I whispered sweet words in his ears. My words were from the heart - the very same heart that was aching as he remained still. I told him how beautiful and brave he was. How he was my beautiful and perfect Angel.

Jungkook was my everything.

Everything I could say, I whispered in his ears, hoping that even in his sleep, he could hear me. I caressed him, my hands wandered over his pale skin, never once stopping while Sam finished up. I touched him, held him, kissed him. And all the while, he stayed immobile. If it wasn't for the rise and fall of his chest, he would have appeared dead.

It scared the hell out of me, and I hoped that he would wake up fast.

I needed his beautiful brown doe eyes.

His sweet voice.

When Sam was done, he leaned back, I quickly adjusted Jungkook's towel and comforter. After properly covering him up, I tugged him closer to me, "Boss, I did what I could. But I am not specialized in pregnancy. You will need-"

"Already taken care of."

Sam was cut off by Hoseok's voice, I lifted my head to see him and a woman, a beta, walking into the room.

"She'll take it from here," Hoseok said, nodding toward the stranger.

"Mr Kim," she said in greetings, "I am an obstetrician. With your permission..." she nodded toward Jungkook.

"How qualified are you?" I growled when she started to approach the bed. My arms went around Jungkook protectively, glaring at the woman in front of me.

"Taehyung, she's good. I have known her for years. And she pretty much knows about us," Hoseok said with a gentle smile.

The woman smiled, "My father is one of your men - Erik Nam. I'm his eldest daughter, Solar."

The name rang a bell.

His father took care of my clubs with Namjoon.

Finally nodding at her, she approached the bed and settled beside Jungkook. Solar pulled the towel apart. When she placed her hand over Jungkook's round stomach, I closed my eyes and ignored her.

I pushed my face in Jungkook's neck, his sweet scent helped calm me.

A few minutes later, my eyes opened at the sound of Solar's voice.

"There is a heartbeat."

I didn't realize that I was waiting for her reassurance. As soon as I heard her words, a sense of overwhelming relief filled me. I shuddered and took a deep breath.

Placing a kiss on Jungkook's neck, I whispered, "We are going to be okay."

"I used both a stethoscope and fetal Doppler. If I can hear a heartbeat, then he is definitely past twelve weeks. But unfortunately, I can't tell for sure how healthy both omega father and baby are. I will need to do an ultrasound for that and some tests. He needs to wake up, so I can ask some

questions," Solar continued.

My fingers tightened around Jungkook's where our hands were intertwined between us, "The baby isn't moving, either. His stomach is too rigid for my liking. As long as there is a heartbeat, it's good. You will need to make sure the baby moves sometime soon. If it goes for hours or even days with no movement, that's not a good sign."

"You're saying something is wrong with the..." I paused, finding it hard to say the word.

Baby.

A fvcking baby.

Solar ignored my slip and continued, "I can't say anything for sure. I would suggest keeping vigil today and tomorrow. I will come back tomorrow to look for any changes. Sam said that I can use a part of his office for the ultrasound machines. This way you won't have to move Jungkook around much or take him out of the estate for checkups."

Solar placed a hand over Jungkook's stomach, caressing the firm bump softly, "He is small for an omega. From the size of his bump, I would say he is past four months. Even though he was in captivity, his bump looks of a pretty healthy size. I would have to do the ultrasound for more

information."

"I will call you when my mate is awake," I muttered, staring at the hand currently caressing

Jungkook.

Why did I find it hard to touch his stomach?

I couldn't even bring myself to stare at the bump for too long.

Feeling completely disgusted at my reaction, I blinked away and stared at Jungkook's sleeping face.

"I will wait for your call," Solar mumbled before standing up.

Hae-sook quickly took her place and adjusted the towel around Jungkook. She pulled the comforter over him and stepped away. I saw Hoseok looking at Jungkook, his face was remorseful. After a few seconds, he left with Solar without a word.

Jungkook looked so peaceful, his face pale and relaxed.

My Angel looked like a sleeping beauty.

But his sleep was probably plagued with nightmares.

I would be there to keep them away.

I would fight his demons for him.

After all, I promised to give Jungkook back his wings.

My chest grew tight, my eyes pricked with unshed tears.

For the first time in my life, I felt... weak.

Tears.

Stupid fvcking tears.

I was crying.