okay um proud of this one too 🤧

MUMMY, I LOVE YOU

- in which you and jimin have to make a serious decision about the fate of your unborn daughter; requested by TranMaichi2

Jimin clutches onto your hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles onto your skin as he rests his head against your shoulder, a tired but ecstatic smile stretching his plump lips upwards. You chuckle fondly and card your fingers through his soft hair slowly, grinning when he slaps your hands away with a whine.

"Stop," he mumbles, "you'll make me fall asleep but I want to go in with you to see the doctor."

"Sorry," you laugh, watching in amusement as he sits himself up properly and slaps at his cheeks, your hand instinctively resting itself on top of your stomach, rubbing slowly as your smile brightens at the feel of the large bump.

It was about four years ago when you and Jimin got married, promising to be by each other's sides until death do you part. Things went blissfully for the next two years, Jimin continuously showering you with love and affection while you would do the same for him.

Everything was perfect until things suddenly began to feel incomplete.

You had sat Jimin down the day you had noticed the odd, empty feeling inside of you and he had stated that he, too, felt the growing gap. He brought up a dream he had the night before about a family; you, him and a gorgeous little girl with a heart that only angels possess. He continued on to say that he thinks it's time to start a family.

You couldn't have agreed more.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as the pair of you had hoped it would've. Not only were you unsuccessful in conceiving after every attempt, but your mood had hit a low point when you realised that maybe you're not meant to have kids or be a mother. Jimin had tried to take your mind of it and keep you happy but sometimes even he couldn't hide his disappointment in not being able to have a child.

Albeit miracles tend to happen when things seem absolutely hopeless.

One morning, you had gotten up after a week of no longer attempting and headed into the bathroom, figuring that there'd be no point in checking despite the churn in your stomach that told you you should. Eventually, you found yourself with the test in hand, eyes wide as you could not believe what it said.

"I'm having baby. We're having a baby," you whispered in mild panic as tears began to fall down your cheeks and onto the tiles of the bathroom floor, Jimin's insistent knocks making you cry even more. Frantically hurrying towards the door, you swung it open and threw yourself into his embrace, his concerned questions falling upon deaf ears. You had finally pulled away and showed him the positive on the test, his mouth falling open in disbelief.

The both of you had sunk to your knees and cried.

Six months later and you and Jimin sit in the waiting room, patiently waiting for your doctor to call you in so you can see how your baby is doing. Looking over at your husband now, you sigh, knowing very well that there would be absolutely no-one else you would want to father your child.

"Mrs. Park?" A short lady calls from the corner of the room, waving the two of you over to the ultrasound room politely. Excitedly squeaking, Jimin grabs onto your hand and leads you to the room, his smile so wide that you're afraid it may rip his cheeks apart.

The doctor engages in friendly conversation with the two of you as she readies you for the scan, laughing heartily as Jimin retells the chaos that was getting here on time. Soon enough, she's directing your attention to the screen on your left, the gel on your stomach icy cold as she spreads it across your skin with the transducer.

Holding your breath, you watch as the images on the screen move to form the shape of a baby, Jimin's breathless gasp bringing a smile to your face as you sigh in relief, eyes welling up with stinging tears.

"There we go," the doctor hums, smiling fondly as both you and Jimin begin to coo over the black and white image, Jimin's hand finding its way into your soft hair, his fingers slowly carding through the locks.

With your permission, she continues to move the cold device around your skin, explaining her motives for doing so with a tight lipped smile. "I'm just going to have another quick look around to make sure everything else is okay."

"She's so small," Jimin whispers, eyes closed as his smile grows, his hands trembling ever so slightly. You agree with a tired hum, giving him a toothy grin when he flicks his eyes open in amusement. After a few seconds of just smiling at each other, the both of you return your attention to the doctor, your heart rate picking up when you see her staring at the screen with a frown.

"Is there something wrong?" Jimin asks worriedly, his eyebrows furrowing together in concern as his eyes darken with fear. The doctor presses a button on the machine, the whirring sounds that follow soon after indicating that she's printing out a picture.

"There's just something that I think we need to take a further look at. I'm sure it'll end up being different to what I think it is but I need to get a second opinion to be sure. You may clean yourself up but, if it's alright with you, I'd like the two of you to wait in here until I get back," she rambles, offering you an apologetic smile as she grabs the photo and leaves, Jimin wincing when the door slams shut behind her.

"Jimin," You whimper fearfully, a few tears escaping your eyes as they roll down your cheeks and onto the pillow underneath your head. He immediately stands up and grabs a few tissues, gently wiping the gel off your skin with an unconvincingly small smile.

"It'll be okay, Y/N," Jimin mumbles once he's done, resting his head on your shoulder after pressing his lips to your cheek, his hand instinctively resting on top of your belly as you nod, taking a deep breath and praying that Jimin is right.

*

Your chest feels tight, each breath a painful one as you keep your wide eyes locked onto the door, Jimin's warm breath hitting your exposed arm as he, too, nervously waits for the doctor's return.

It's been a while and although you don't know the exact time, your mind has certainly kept itself occupied with conjuring up possibilities of the news—both good and bad—she could return with. The wait is agonising, your hands shaking frantically as more of these unbearable thoughts flood your mind despite your numerous attempts to try and calm yourself down.

The door clicks open, both you and Jimin straightening instantly, hands finding comfort within each other's, Jimin's slender fingers caressing the skin of your hand soothingly as the doctor makes her way to a chair situated at the foot of your bed.

"I had a couple of tests run," she starts quietly, dread making your insides churn dangerously, "and I'm afraid that the results from these tests are troubling."

"Oh god," Jimin whispers, lowering his head onto the edge of the bed as you nod, wordlessly pleading her to continue with her news.

"You have, Mrs. Park, something that we haven't seen in a soon-to-be mother for a long time. In fact, it's so rare that we don't have any information on it other than what it is and what it does. Unfortunately, there isn't a cure either," she sighs, casting the both of you a genuinely apologetic look, her own eyes watering as she clears her throat to go on.

"What does it do?" You mumble, your mouth going dry as she sighs.

"This disease begins in the stomach and is ultimately painless until, in your case, the time of birth. The disease itself releases a deadly toxin into the blood stream and slowly kills the host and, if not managed, the baby too."

You choke out a sob, hot tears rolling down your cheeks in unstoppable waves as Jimin's shoulders shake, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip to try and stop himself from crying with you. He has to be strong and keep himself grounded.

For you.

"M-my baby. What can I do?" You whimper, casting her a desperate look.

"There are virtually only two options. Abort your child or continue with the birth which, due to all the stress the disease puts on the body, will kill you in the process," the doctor quickly concludes, wiping quickly at her eyes.

Your heart stops in your chest, blood running cold as Jimin finally lifts his head up from the bed, his eyes bloodshot and nose red as he stares at the doctor fearfully, lips parted in disbelief. You begin trembling, your free hand rubbing at your belly as heart wrenching sobs shudder through you.

"But the baby will be fine, right? If I go through with it, she'll be okay?" You quietly ask, your conscience already making up its mind.

"That is correct, Mrs. Park. However, I suggest you think this through. This is a really serious—"

"C-can we have some privacy?" Jimin pleads, interrupting the doctor as he immediately places all of his attention on you, climbing onto the small bed and pulling you into his warm side. The door closes softly behind the doctor, your hands balling the loose material of Jimin's shirt as you bury your face into his chest. You notice the way that he shakes underneath you, his soft whimpers heartbreaking as he runs his fingers through your hair.

"Jimin," you cry, cupping onto his face as tears roll down his soft cheeks, "I have to let her live. I have to go through with this."

"I know," he whispers shakily, his voice cracking hoarsely, "but I can't lose you."

"Promise me," you urgently murmur, holding out your pinkie expectantly as he hiccups out another sob, his head lowering as you continue talking. "Promise me that no matter what happens, you will take care of our daughter and make sure she lives a happy and love filled life."

He wraps his pinkie around yours without hesitation, offering you a small nod. "I promise."

You pull his face in, pressing your cold lips against his warm ones, pulling away to press your forehead against his with a sad smile. "I love you so much, Jimin."

He looks you in the eyes, the glorious hue of brown in them lightening breathtakingly as he finds himself falling in love with you all over again, tears unknowingly springing in his eyes yet again.

"I love you too, Y/N."

He leans in again, capturing your lips in his as he brings you closer towards him like it's the last time he'll ever get to.

*

"Daddy, are you excited to see Mummy?" Bong Cha giggles, poking her father's cheeks as he chuckles fondly and nods his head, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She sighs happily at his show of affection and squirms in his hold, making herself comfortable before resting her head on his shoulder, her small arms wrapping around his neck.

"Will Mummy like the flowers we got her?" She asks next, her plump lips pushing themselves out into a pout, her eyes widening as he lifts the bouquet of baby's breath to study them with a thoughtful look on his face. Bong Cha awaits his verdict nervously, her tiny fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

"How could she not? These are her favourite," he exclaims, watching in amusement as her features brighten into a proud grin, her energy renewing itself instantly. Humming in satisfaction, he lowers the flowers and turns the corner, the cemetery coming into view from just down the street.

"Daddy," Bong Cha croons, her smile mischievous as she bats her eyes at him, "can you tell me about Mummy again?"

He pauses, his lips parting foolishly as he contemplates telling the story again. Only when he catches a glimpse of Bong Cha's quivering bottom lip, he sighs, pressing yet another kiss to her cheek before starting his story.

"Mummy was a brave girl, just like you," he sighs, chuckling when his daughter's cheeks turn a rosy pink. "She was funny, kind, loving—"

"Pretty?" Bong Cha asks, clasping her hands together cutely.

"Yes, pretty too," he laughs, "She also made the world a better place by giving me you; the most gorgeous little girl to ever walk this planet."

Bong Cha lightly presses her lips against her father's cheek, smiling in content as he continues on with his story.

"Mummy was also a superhero," he announces, switching his voice into one with a deeper tone, making Bong Cha gasp in excitement. "She once protected you from a very dangerous monster and let herself be taken by it."

"Wow," Bong Cha exclaims in awe, innocently going on to create names for her superhero Mummy while Jimin mindlessly hums, his mind taking him back to five years ago.

"J-Jimin," you call, beckoning him over weakly with your hand, the doctors busy prepping the operating room for your surgery, making this his last few minutes with you. He keeps his smile strong, his hands trembling violently as he wastes no time in approaching you, crouching down so you can press your cold hand to his cheek.

"Hi," He whispers, smiling sadly as he stares into your lifeless eyes, his own watering at the sight of you.

"Shhh," you comfort, caressing his soft cheeks slowly as he closes his eyes instinctively, "Don't cry. Everything will be okay."

He nods, placing his hand on top of yours as he moves your now intertwined hands to his lips, lingering his kiss for a few seconds before moving them back to his cheek, watching painfully as you slide your face closer to his, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds.

"Mr. Park, it's time," the doctor sadly informs, lowering his head politely as Jimin allows a sob to fall from his lips.

You quickly but weakly pull his face closer, pressing your cold and dry lips to his, cheeks wet with tears as he kisses back, smoothing down strands of your hair with his eyes shining with unwavering love, admiration and pride.

"I'll always love you," he rambles, "and thank you for everything. I just—I love you."

It's all he can manage to say in the few seconds that the two of you have left, those three little words summing up years and years of unshared emotions and gratitude towards one another.

You smile, reaching out to brush your fingers against his one more time. "I love you too, Jimin."

With that, you were gone.

"Do you think Mummy would like me?" Bong Cha questions, tilting her head in confusion as her eyes sparkle with curiosity, pulling Jimin out of his painful string of thoughts.

"Like you? No," Jimin hums, quickly chuckling when Bong Cha pouts, her smile faltering. "She'd love you so much!"

Bong Cha happily claps as Jimin walks the both of them into the graveyard, easily navigating Y/N's grave. He drops Bong Cha to the ground, passing her the bouquet of flowers, watching with a fond smile as she rests the bouquet against the tombstone, plopping herself down onto the grass to start talking to her mother.

"Hi, Mummy! It's me, Bong Cha! Daddy said that I've seen you before but I don't remember it so this is my first time!"

Her conversation trails off as Jimin turns his attention to the sky, his eyes closing as he projects his thoughts to the baby blue wonder above.

I say this everyday but I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you so much for blessing me with our beautiful daughter. She's just like you; loud, funny, witty, adorable and I could not love her more. I'm slowly telling her bits of what happened because it feels right for her to know exactly how brave her mother is. I hope you're proud of me though. This has been very hard without you but I'm keeping myself strong so that I can give our daughter the life she deserves.

He's about to go on but stops himself when he feels a tugging at his sleeve. Looking down, he sees a grinning Bong Cha. She clasps onto his hand as he crouched down to see what she wants.

"I finished talking to Mummy! She said that she loves us both a lot," she recounts.

"Oh, did she? Well, what should we do now?" He asks, tapping his chin as she jumps with an answer.

"Can we go get lunch?"

"Sure, Bongie," he smiles, bopping her nose with his finger as he picks her up and places her on his hip. "What should we eat?"

"Mummy's favourite!" She cheers, kissing his cheek all over. "We can bring her some later!"

He walks out of the graveyard, smile confident as he cuddles her to his side. "Are you sure you'll be able to stop yourself from eating it all?"

I was never ready for you to leave nor was I ready to imagine my life without you.

But now with our little miracle by my side, I think I can handle it.