Bonus: ABO Scenes - Chapter 84

Jungkook

Jimin snatched his wrist from my hand.

"Stop it, Jungkook!"

I stood up so I could hug him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"You know you can tell me anything, Jimin. I'll be there for you. I can't see you like this. You remind me of myself. How I used to be before. It's not easy to see you like this."

Jimin struggled out of my arms, his glare intense. I had seen him this angry at someone but never angry at me.

This time his glare was directed at me, "You don't know anything!" he screamed.

"Because you won't tell me," I replied softly.

His chest was heaving with each breath he took. I saw tears filling her eyes, he sniffled, taking another step away from me.

It broke my heart, seeing him like this.

"I lost him!" he hissed.

My shoulders sagged.

"I know. I'm sorry, Jimin. I'm so sorry he turned out to be a traitor," I replied, my voice broken too.

Jimin shook his head, his tears freely running down his cheeks.

"No. I lost him. I lost... my baby."

His words were choked out, they rang so clear.

Jimin's words seemed loud even though they were whispered.

His knees gave out, he sank to the floor soundlessly. He hunched over as he held his stomach in a fetal position. His sobs were loud and heart-wrenching.

I lost... my baby.

I stared at Jimin, speechless.

My heart stuttered, I felt suddenly weak in my knees. My hand instinctively went to my stomach, holding my baby bump.

Jimin was pregnant?

Tears blinded my vision as his sobs made their way straight to my heart.

His words kept ringing through my ears.

I looked at Jimin so heartbroken, my heart ached for him.

I couldn't imagine losing my little princess.

It would break me beyond repair.

Just then, he gave a little kick and my hand rubbed over the bump.

"He shot me... he freaking shot me... and killed my baby. How could he do that, Jungkook? Why?" Jimin wailed.

I stepped closer, trying to kneel beside Jimin. It was hard but I eventually settled down beside him. My arms went around his shoulders, pulling his shaking body to mine.

Jimin buried his face in my neck, his tears an endless flow, "He killed... my... baby."

I knew what Yoongi had done but I didn't know the extent of the damage.

Yoongi killed Namjoon's baby.

Mini-Moni's baby.

My arms tightened around Jimin as we cried. He cried for his loss while I held him, his pain seeped into my pores as if I was feeling it for

myself.

"I'm sorry, Jimin. I'm so sorry," I whispered.

They were the only words I had for him.

What could I say?

His loss wasn't something that could be fixed with mere words.

"I didn't know," I continued.

Princess continued to kick, rolling around in my stomach and suddenly I felt sick.

Jimin had to watch me every day, he had to look at my baby bump and be reminded of his loss.

How did he survive?

How did he not hate me?

I was the living reminder of what he could have had.

Jimin's hand moved to my stomach, his touch feather-light.

"Right now, he would have still been too small for me to feel him move."

I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I'm sorry."

There was another small kick from Princess as Jimin caressed the bump.

"Now, I will never feel my baby kick," he whispered through his tears, "I will never get a chance to hold him, babe," Jimin continued to cry.

He kept cradling the baby bump, almost protectively.

I always wondered why Jimin loved holding my stomach so much. Sometimes he laid down beside me and left his hand over my baby bump for hours until I fell asleep. He always found a chance to touch my stomach and feel the baby move.

Now I understand why he did it.

I laid my hand over him, both of us holding Princess.

"They would have grown up together," I whispered.

Jimin nodded.

"They would have. In a perfect world, I can see them playing together. Fighting. Laughing. Always loving each other. Maybe even a wedding later on."

My chin wobbled with the effort to hold my tears in.

I had to be strong... for Jimin.

"They would have been inseparable," he continued.

"Jimin," I soothed.

We stayed silent for a few minutes, both of us lost in the perfect world we imagined.

"I can't have kids anymore."

My eyes snapped open at his words. My heart may have stopped beating for a second, and then it drummed against my ribcage harder than before.

"What?" I sputtered.

"The bullet was made of silver, and it was designed to shatter on impact. it's almost impossible for me to have kids now. You know, I gave up hope a long time ago as I haven't found my mate yet then Namjoon happened. I got pregnant and I was so happy, Jungkook. So damn happy. I was going to have a baby," Jimin broke off at the end.

A loud sob wracked his tiny body, "Then he was taken away from me. Ripped away from me. Then I found out I can't have kids anymore. The bullet damaged my womb severely. I can't ever... carry... a baby again."

"No," I said, completely horrified.

Jimin nodded, "My ability to have a baby was taken away from me. My baby has ripped away from me."

His tears soaked my neck and dress.

My tears left a wet trail down my cheeks.

How did Jimin hold all of that in for so long?

My heart was hurting for him.

"You know, Jungkook, since I lost him, I've wondered... Why me? Why did I have to lose my baby? You see, it was meant to be. I see it as a sacrifice. It's the only way I can get over this. It sounds weird when I say it out loud." He chuckled darkly, "In losing my baby, we gained you back."

I stayed silent, but my hands never stopped caressing her back, soothing her with my touch when my words failed me as I swiped his tears away.

The words slammed right into me, I stared at her with wide eyes.

"So it was meant to be. I want to believe that I had a hand in saving you. If I didn't catch Yoongi that day, then maybe we would have never found you. If it all hadn't taken place, maybe you wouldn't be here with us right now. That's how I see it," he continued when I stayed silent, "It was a sacrifice to get you back and I will never regret it."

I shook my head, refusing to believe what I was hearing.

"Jimin, you can't mean that."

He gave me a small broken smile, "Yes, I lost my baby. I will never get that chance again but I got you back. I gave Taehyung his Angel. It's not something I will ever regret," his fingers caressed my rounded belly, "And I saved Princess too. I couldn't save my baby but I saved her. We lost one but we gained

another."

"Jimin..."

"You wanted the truth. This is the truth, Jungkook."

My shoulders sagged in defeat and I stared at her hand, the one that was resting on my stomach.

"I'm sorry."

Jimin shook his head and wrapped her arms around me for a hug.

"It's not your fault, I don't want you to feel sorry for me. It's hard. It hurts so much sometimes, Jungkook. Sometimes, I can't sleep. All I do is cry. It's hard to close my eyes. It's hard to continue moving on, but I have to do it. My heart will always hurt with my loss, but I know... eventually the pain will be less."

He pulled away and sent me a wink, "I have a princess too. She will make the pain less," Jimin paused and then smiled, "What am I saying? She already makes my heart overflow with love."

Jimin bent down and placed a sweet kiss over my belly, "I will never regret this."

I was in awe of this man.

How he managed to be this strong... I didn't know.

"Jimin," I started saying but he shushed me.

"Promise me, we won't ever speak of this again. You wanted to know so I told you but I don't want to talk about it anymore. I want to bury it behind me and move on. Please, Jungkook. Promise me."

I couldn't do anything but nod.

We hugged our hold tight on each other.

"I love you," I whispered.

"Love you too, babe. We got this."

I nodded.

"Yeah. Just promise me though. Don't hurt yourself by keeping it inside. When it gets too much, talk to me. I will be there for you. Sometimes just talking makes everything easier."

"I promise," he said, pulling away.

We gave each other a tearful smile, our hands holding my baby bump.