Oh Baby Momma

Chapter 79

Taehyung blinked groggily, his senses slowly returning as he regained consciousness. The bustling city lights outside the hospital window danced in the darkness, casting fleeting shadows across the room. With a soft groan, he gently massaged his neck, the painkiller injection still lingering in his system. He slowly pushed himself upright, his gaze wandering around the room until it fell on Jungkook, who was lying peacefully on the nearby patient bed then at Mrs. Jeon, who was seated in a chair beside the bed, her form gently rising and falling with each steady breath as she slept, cradling baby Minkoo in her arms.

Taehyung's heart swelled with tenderness as he approached Jungkook. His fingers traced the bandages wrapped around his head with utmost care. "Ah, Tae. You woke up?" Mrs. Jeon's voice broke through the quiet, drawing Taehyung's attention. He glanced at her with a small nod, his focus returning to Jungkook as he stroked his cheeks gently.

"Mm. When was he moved here?" Taehyung inquired softly. Mrs. Jeon stirred from her slumber completely as she replied, "Mm, early afternoon." She rose from her seat and gently placed baby Minkoo in the crib nearby. "They provide a crib," she remarked, a hint of gratitude in her tone as she glanced back at Taehyung.

"Mom?" Taehyung's voice was soft as he sought further information. "Jimin is in the next room. She is with him," Mrs. Jeon replied. Taehyung nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he glanced back at Jungkook's peaceful form.

"When will he be awake?" Taehyung inquired, his eyes roaming around Jungkook's pale face. "Mm, maybe in half an hour. He had to eat dinner," Mrs. Jeon answered.

"Mm, Mia?" Taehyung's thoughts turned to his niece. "I asked Jin to take Mia and Jae home. Nami is there. They will be fine. Staying at the hospital might be tiring," Mrs. Jeon reassured him. Taehyung nodded in understanding. With a quiet hum, he excused himself and made his way to the washroom, his mind still heavy with concern for Jungkook.

As Taehyung closed the door behind him, he was met with the familiar sight of his reflection staring back at him from the mirror. His hand instinctively reached up to touch the bandaged wound on his forehead, tracing the edges with gentle fingers. He then moved to the corner of his lip, where a faint bruise marked the impact of the accident. With a soft groan, he rolled his shoulder, attempting to alleviate the stiffness that had settled into his body.

"Ah," he sighed, the tension gradually easing as he stretched his muscles, feeling the release of pent-up stress. He turned on the faucet and splashed a handful of water on his face, the cool liquid refreshing his skin and awakening his senses. Taehyung grabbed a tissue and dabbed his face dry before taking a moment to compose himself.

With a deep breath, Taehyung pushed open the door and returned to the room and saw his elder brother, Seojoon, stood waiting. "You woke up?" Seojoon's voice was filled with concern as he observed Taehyung's return. Taehyung nodded in response, his throat feeling parched from the earlier exertion. Without a word, he reached for the bottle of water on the nearby table, taking a long gulp to quench his thirst.

"I met him at the police station. Bloody b..stard. How did he even take the birth inside our mom's womb," Seojoon muttered bitterly, clenching his hands into fist, as he glanced towards Jungkook's still form. Taehyung listened quietly, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared struggles.

As Taehyung finished the water, he walked up to the bystander bed and sat there. "The doctor said he can be shifted home tomorrow," Seojoon informed. Taehyung's eyebrows were raised in surprise. "Oh, did you meet the doctor?" he inquired, curiosity coloring his voice.

"Mm, as soon as I landed. Then I went to the police station to meet him in person," Seojoon explained, walking up to Jungkook and gently caressing his wounded head. "I hope he gets better soon. Mia was crying throughout the call, saying thieves attacked her mommas," Seojoon continued, his worry evident as he tucked his hands back into his pockets.