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Jisung was crying so much
all the time, his body was in
constant pain.

The doctors had finally put the
ctg on and had performed an
ultrasound after convincing the
boy for ten minutes that they
had to do it to be able to check
up on the baby.

And it didn't look that good.

The unborn had dropped very
low already due to Jisung's
strong contractions but the
heartbeat was low, performing
an emergency c-section was too
risky at this point.

Especially when the boy
was so stressed.

"Mr Han, we need you to take
your pants off so we can check
up on your progress"

One of the doctors spoke,
already reaching forward
but Jisung flinched away,
pressing his back against the
headrest and Minho's chest as
he shook his head furiously.

"N-no"

he whimpered but another
contraction interrupted him,
making him cry out.

His legs were shaking already
in pure exhaustion and fear,
his teary eyes searching for
Minho whose heart broke at
the boy looking at him like this.

"You're okay, can I help you?"

Jisung nodded softly.

"You want me to help get
your pants off?"

Again he nodded.

The doctors gave him a nod
when the ravenette looked at
them with a questioning look
and he carefully made his way
around the bed, always keeping
eye contact as he took the boy's
pants and underwear off.

He covered Jisung's lower body
with the white cloth so he wouldn't
feel exposed and embarrassed
before going back to his
previous place beside the boy.

The time span between
contractions was getting shorter
and shorter leaving the younger
without any break to catch his
breath but as long as he didn't
allow the doctors to get closer,
they couldn't check up on him.

"Sungie sweetie~
The doctors can help you,
they just want the best for you.
They don't want to hurt you"

Minho spoke softly as he
caressed the boy's chubby cheek,
holding his head close to his chest.

It was quiet for a moment,
only Jisung's quiet sniffles could
be heard before he nodded barely
noticeable but his hands clutched
onto Minho's sleeves.

He wanted to be closer.

He only felt safe with the older.

Minho sat down behind him
and let him lean his head on
his shoulder, taking Jisung's
hand in his to calm him.

"I'm here, you're okay."

He held him tight,
humming softly when he
whined as the doctor began
to check up on his progress.

"You're definitely dilated enough
so you should start pushing soon"

the doctor told them but glanced
worriedly at the monitor of the
baby's heart rate.

It was getting lower.

Jisung was so tired already,
he felt like he had been doing
nothing else than pushing the
past hour and everything
just hurt.

He squeezed Minho's hand
tightly when another contraction
made his lower body tense,
his sobbing turning into a scream.

His face was so red and sweaty,
tears pouring endlessly on his
sweat-soaked shirt as he kicked
his legs, wanting the pain
to go away.

It was unbearable,
he felt like dying.

Minho had a hard time
holding him, he was thrashing
around so much in his arms.

The contraction finally faded
after what felt like years to the
boys and Jisung slumped into
the older's arms, breathing
heavily as Minho wiped the
tears and sweat away.

"You're doing so good, hm?
I'm so proud Sungie,
you're doing amazing.
It's over soon."

And Jisung could only nod
before the next urge to push
made him feel like he was
ripped apart from the inside.

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