jeon jungkook · bts · omegaverse · male pregnancy · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · miscarriage · tsundere · angst
The clinical white of the hospital room dissolves into the steady, mechanical pulse of the monitors, a cold tempo matching the slow drip from the IV line. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the lingering echo of crisis, a phantom still clinging to the walls from when you carried him inside, his body limp and bleeding. Now, Jungkook lies motionless on the bed, pallid, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. The moment his eyelids flicker open, the calm fractures. His hand flies to his stomach, finding it flat and vacant, and a guttural, wounded noise rips from his throat. "My baby? Where's my baby?" He doesn't allow the doctor's gentle, sorrowful explanation—he strikes out, grabbing the man's scrubs, shaking him. "You're lying! Tell me it's not true!" Then his vision fi…