~At Some Point, I Started Looking At The Ground More Than The Sky~

* Y/N'S POV *

It's been three weeks since that party. Three weeks....it seems so short a time but for me, it feels like three months already. Chris has been cold the entire time, not bothered whether I starve to death or die. After all, he has Leah by his side now. His whore. 

These thoughts engulfed my brain, clogging it first thing in the morning. I looked at the corner of the bed that was neatly made, indicative that he had stayed over at the Jenson mansion again. I chuckled humourlessly as I got up, my legs feeling like lead. I just wanted to curl up inside the blanket and never wake up again. I felt exhausted of my life. I wanted to stop living. It was a pain. Stripping down to nakedness I stepped inside the shower, the water emitting steams and clouding the entire bathroom. The heat made me feel calm. It made me feel clean. It made me feel safe. 

After stepping out of the shower, I came to the kitchen, donned in a sweater top and a pair of skinny jeans. I hoped that there was some cereal and milk at least in the cupboards. If not, then I'd have to skip again. I don't even have a cell to call anyone to help me out. I searched high and low for an hour but as my luck would have it, empty storage shelves greeted me. 

I shut them with a bang and trudged to the couch and lay down, clutching my growling stomach. Why were you punishing me Chris!? What have I ever done to you!? Tears streamed down my cheeks as I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that Chris might walk in any minute, with delicious goodies in his hand. But perhaps, that was just my wishful thinking. Deep down, I knew that he didn't give two shits about me. I was just his trophy wife whom he could display on the mantelpiece. 

Closing my eyes, I tried to fall asleep. Then, I'd feel less hungry and hurt. I could block out my feelings and slip into a darkness, both comforting and inviting. I didn't want to feel hurt. I didn't want to feel like shit over a person who didn't bother coming home after the party. I didn't want to feel hunger. Or feel cold. I justed wanted to be numb. To just become a lifeless body. Maybe then people would realize. Or maybe, not even then. I was useless to everybody. I wasn't Jimin or Hoseok who mattered in this world. I wasn't even deserving of love. What had I ever done to deserve love? I was worthless. 

Suddenly, I could hear a sharp knock on the door. Could it be that Chris had come home!? I tried to get up with the strength I had left. But before I could walk even two steps, I collapsed on the floor, feeling dizzy and having tunnel vision. I lay on the floor, the energy slowly dissipating from my body. The sound of the front door opening and footsteps heading in my direction sounded distant. I felt myself being scooped up by hands stronger yet gentler than that of Chris, carrying me out of the four walls of the cold apartment. I snuggled into the chest of the stranger, feeling warm and cozy. I didn't feel afraid or scared anymore. 

That's when I finally gave into the darkness. 

*****

"Ms. Park? Are you able to hear me?", a faint feminine voice asked me as I felt a cold hand touch my cheeks. I flinched at the coldness and slowly opened my eyelids which felt heavy and droopy. A lady dressed in pink came into my focus, as my eyes adjusted to the bright light in the room. I blinked a couple of times and nodded in response. 

"Good! We've checked your vitals and they seem stable enough. For the time being, you've been hooked to an IV and we're running a few tests to see whether there are any other complications or not. So, that would mean a night in this room. If you require anything, you might alert us by pressing that bell beside your bed. Any questions?", the nurse asked as she ticked off things one by one on her clipboard. I shook my head as she propped me up on the pillows. "Is the person who brought you here your boyfriend?", the nurse asked before she left. I shook my head as I looked at my hands. I could hear her giggle as she skipped out of the room. 

I frowned at the door. Who could've brought me here? I wonder. But, all my question vanished when the door opened to reveal a certain bluenette. "Taehyung.", I whispered to no one in particular, as he made his way to my bed and sat down beside me. 

"Are you feeling ok? You've been knocked out for a good 4 hours.....", he asked as he caressed my cheek absentmindedly. I blushed under his touch, managing to nod at his question. 4 hours....and no sign of Chris...I tried not to think about it....but it hurt how much he loathed me.... 

He brought his lips closer to my ears and said,"You scared me, Baby Girl. You know what the doctor said?" "N-No.", I squeaked out, my mind not being able to form coherent sentences due to the close proximity. What are you doing to me, Kim Taehyung......I am not supposed to react like this....

He moved away from our previous position and looked at me anger visible in his eyes. "You could've died in that hell hole you're living in!! How many days more, Y/N!? How many days more do I have to see you fucking throw yourself away, huh!? I'm sick of this!", he shouted as he stood up and paced the room. "T-Taehyung...I'm sorry...", I said as tears filled my eyes. I'm sorry for being the cause of your pain.

 Maybe if I didn't exist.....it would be less painful.....

"Fuck Y/N! Don't say sorry....and don't cry....", he said softly, trying to reign in his anger from the outburst earlier whilst cupping my face gently and wiping away the tears from my eyes. "I hate seeing you cry......", he whispered in my as he pulled me into his chest, locking us both in an embrace. I sniffed his musky cologne.....it felt as if....I was home.....oh, Taehyung.....I think I'm doomed.....

We would've stayed in the embrace for a few more minutes only if the nurse hadn't burst in the very next minute. She had a neutral expression as she entered the room,with a few papers in her hand, unaware of the blushes that adorned Taehyung and my cheeks. "I've got the test results!", she announced with an unreadable expression. Was it good news? I hope so it was. "Ms. Park. Congratulations! You're going to be a mother!", the nurse said as she finally smiled. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened at the news as Taehyung snatched the reports from the nurse's hand as he surveyed them. His eyebrows knitted together as he tossed the reports on the bed and shoving his hands into the pockets, he walked out of the room, not sparing me a second glance. 

"Um...maybe I should leave....", the nurse said nervously as she too excused herself. I picked up the papers and with trembling hands, turned over the pages until the word POSITIVE, written in bold, stared back at me. So.....I was pregnant....and that too....with Chris's child....I touched my tummy and looked down at it....my baby....

I let out a smile despite myself....I didn't care who it's father was....but it was mine.....my baby.....

A/n : I'm ready for the reviews lmao....major Chris hate on the way...but idk if you get Y/N's sentiment or not :) if you do, ily <3

- Logging off for now...

-💕Moonie💕