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lilysilver2722 · 4 years

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Positively Negative

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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: I,524

Request: Suga scenario when his girlfriend’s friends or sister called to tell him that his girlfriend is at the hospital (she didn’t know she was pregnant).

Summary: Not all news is good news, not every test is a positive score. Sometimes all it takes is one negative test to tell you all you need to know about what you want for the future.

A/N: I’ve recently been reminded of some not so amazing aspects of pregnancy, and while the request was vague in terms of what kind of way to approach this topic, I’m using it as an opportunity to explore miscarriage and child loss. This scenario discusses some not so easy topics or nice topics and could be uneasy for some. Please read with caution and an open mind.

Dedication: To all the little angels out there, the little hands and feet who now have wings – know that here on Earth you are still loved and remembered eternally and to all the mothers out there of those little angels.

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

Yoongi groaned, glaring over at his phone as it continued to light up and ring despite it being the fourth time he’d ignored the caller. Whoever it was they were incredibly persistent and Yoongi swore that if it wasn’t an emergency he’d personally break the caller’s phone for having the audacity to call when he was in the studio.

“What?” He growled into the receiver without looking at the ID.

“Oppa?” Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat, but then it dawned on him that the eerily familiar voice didn’t belong to you, but to your younger sister.

“What is it, Min Ji?” Yoongi asked in a softer tone, knowing that your sister wouldn’t call unless she needed something – while her definition of ‘need’ was usually different than what Yoongi would prefer, he found it endearing that the younger girl came to him for a lot of her questions and random thoughts. It was something she only did with you for the longest time, but when she realized that Yoongi indulged even the strangest conversations with you it opened a new door of communication between them.

“Oppa,” Min Ji’s voice cracked slightly over the line and she was silent long enough for him to pick up some of the background noises.

“Min Ji, where are you? Is everything okay?”

“Oppa, please hurry, it’s Unnie, she’s – we’re in the hospital Oppa.”

Yoongi didn’t even know how he managed to get to the hospital so quickly. He didn’t even wait for Min Ji to finish her sentence of which hospital before he was already in his car, his shoes thrown on the passenger seat, his foot hit the accelerator harder than necessary as he raced to the hospital Min Ji rattled off to him before hanging up.

You were in the Emergency Room when your sister called and despite the fact that it took Yoongi less than five minutes to get there with how quickly he drove Min Ji had managed to text him and tell him that you were on the third floor for observation.

Heart pounded the entire way from his car in the parking lot up to the hospital doors, the rush of blood that drained from his face as his mind wandered to what happened, what caused your sister to bring you to the hospital that you ended up in the Emergency Room in the first place. Sure you were in a regular room now, but that didn’t take his mind off of the fact that you were not only admitted to a hospital, but you had been in the Emergency Room. The last time you were here – no, don’t think about that, Yoongi chided himself mentally.

Too impatient to wait for the elevator to arrive Yoongi took the stairs three at a time to the third floor, coming to a halt outside of the stairwell into the waiting area for the third floor. Rooms and Maternity wing were on this floor, Yoongi checked his phone again for the room number you were in before looking around at the signs pointing him in the direction to you.

“Oppa!”

Yoongi turned, his features tight, and caught sight of Min Ji rushing towards him a young woman in a white coat staring after her a clipboard in hand.

“Min Ji, where is Y/N?”

Min Ji’s face fell slightly, “The doctor wants to speak to both of us before we go and see her.”

“She’s okay,” Despite Yoongi’s straight face his voice broke slightly as he spoke the words, fear creeping up behind his dark eyes as he stared at the young woman before him who was just as much his little sister as she was yours. He could see the fear written plainly across her face and didn’t want to add to her fear with his own.

“Are you Mr. Min, Ms. Y/L/N’s guardian?” A woman’s soft voice filtered across his hearing and Yoongi’s head snapped up to look behind Min Ji to the woman in the white coat. His gaze flicked down to read the name on the coat. Dr. Park Yoo Na, OBGYN.

“Yes, Doctor Park, I’m Y/N’s guardian, how is she? Can you tell me what happened?”

Doctor Park smiled kindly her dark eyes fell to check the chart on her clipboard and out of curiosity, Yoongi glanced down as well seeing your name across the top. “Y/N was here in the ER a few weeks ago with stomach cramps, correct?”

Yoongi swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in his throat while she was speaking, her eyes still on your chart in her hands. “Yes.”

She nodded her head, her brows knit together softly, “And they performed a pregnancy test as a precaution, correct?”

Yoongi’s anger got the better of him, the fear eating him up on the inside at all the endless possibilities of what happened to you to cause you to be here today and the doctor was only concerned with what happened nearly a month ago.

“Mr. Min?”

Yoongi snapped out of his thoughts and his dark gaze met the deep brown of the concerned doctor before him. “I’m sorry Doctor Park, but I have absolutely no idea why my girlfriend is currently in the hospital. Min Ji-” He gestured to your sister standing next to him. “Didn’t tell me what happened on the phone and frankly, at the moment when I found out that the woman I love was in the hospital all I cared about was getting here to see her. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to tell me what the hell happened and if she is okay or not.”

Min Ji’s eyes widened as she stared back and forth between Yoongi and the doctor, the latter of the two who thankfully seemed un-phased by the outburst.

“A few weeks ago when you brought Ms. Y/L/N in to see us in the ER the pregnancy test came back negative. An ultrasound of the abdomen was issued and blood was drawn for testing.” Doctor Park paused, gauging Yoongi’s reaction to her words. “Did she not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“She was pregnant.”

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat at the news. His thoughts immediately went to your random bouts of stomach sickness and your constant waving it off as having eaten something that didn’t sit well with you and not to mention your constant mood changes – one, in particular, the time the mail carrier dropped off a package for you and you cried. Then –

“What do you mean by was?”

Doctor Park’s eyes light with empathy, her lips parting as she glanced back down at the chart unsure how to continue.

“She had undergone the beginning stages of miscarriage when you two arrived at the hospital, there was no heartbeat when the ultrasound was done, but it was clear in the sonogram pictures that she was approximately four or five weeks along.

“The attending OBGYN and physician suggested a DNC be scheduled at a later date if the need should arise-”

Yoongi’s ears shut down, he didn’t understand the last half of what the doctor was talking about, he didn’t know what a DNC was, and he didn’t even know they had found anything in your tests. Sure you were an adult, he was your guardian, but that didn’t mean that the doctors automatically told him what was going on. You had assured him that everything was fine, just severe cramping from your period – worse than usual, but nothing to be concerned about. Yoongi had never considered questioning the doctor on his own because he trusted you, if you said there was nothing to worry about then there was nothing to worry about.

Yoongi found his feet moving while the doctor was still explaining what happened, but he no longer cared, he needed to see you. He needed to ask you why you kept something like this from him, he loved you – you knew that you should know that.

He burst through the closed door with a loud bang, his dark gaze finding you lying on the bed, head turned towards the windows – you didn’t even flinch when the door actually hit the wall behind it before rebounding. Yoongi’s anger dissipated as he took in the lost expression clearly written across the pallor of your skin – skin that was normally bright and slightly pink. He shut the door a little more quietly than he had opened it, his feet did not hesitate as he crossed the short space to get to your bedside.

Neither of you said a word as Yoongi slipped under the light cover to join you on the bed, his body easily curling into the arch of your back, his face nuzzled into the juncture of your neck, his arm wrapped firmly around your middle. You flinched slightly when his hand made contact with the slight swell of your abdomen – had he really been working that much not to have even wondered?

“I love you,” Yoongi mumbled into your soft skin.

“I love you,” You replied, cold fingers gripping onto his as you both lie there in silence.

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