Forced | BTS Kim Seok Jin ☑

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--- Ji Su's Point of View ---

We just arrived at our hospital and Mina came rushing to the helipad to meet us. My Dad carefully moved me from my seat to the wheel chair Mina had brought up. I hated being treated like this, and being so helpless, but my body was still weak and I found it hard to walk and move in general.

"Hey girl! You look better. I mean you still look like a raccoon with those dark circles, but at least your not pretending to be sleeping beauty anymore." Mina said as she hugged me. This girl was really something, she was picking on me even though I still sick 🤦‍♀️

My parents made sure I was comfortable and started to move me inside the hospital. I felt so relieved to be back home with my baby still with me. My parents were being more than over protective, but they also made sure I had everything I wanted. They were the best!

My dad promised me that if I promised to be good and listen to my doctors instructions and stayed in bed that he would allow me to go home by the end of this week. He said he would have a nurse stationed at the house to monitor me 24/7. They said there was no need for me to stay in the hospital, so they would take the hospital to me.

I was really looking forward to going back home and being in my own bed! I loved the hospital, but not when I was the one locked in it.

I was finally starting to feel more like myself. I felt happy to be having my baby, I was looking forward to seeing and feeling the baby grow, I felt almost complete.

The only thing missing was my husband at my side to see our baby grow and to share the memories with.

However, Jin chose to lose us.

He almost caused me to lose our angel, and I almost lost myself.

I couldn't forgive him for that, whenever I see him I am reminded of the look in his eyes that day. His eyes were cold, and piercing. He treated me with such hatred and roughness. He didn't look or act like the Jin I loved, I felt scared by the man that stood in front of me that day.

My heart and body couldn't handle seeing him. It felt torn. I hated him, but my heart still beat for him. Even after everything that happened, I loved him. Seeing him and hearing him made my heart beat faster out of fear and excitement. I wanted him back in our life, but I also wanted him to leave us alone.

I need to sort things out and figure out what I'll do. Seeing him was not helping me straighten out my thoughts.

We entered the hospital and there he was. My gorgeous husband was there waiting for us. He was sitting in the waiting room with his head hung low as he looked at a picture in his hands. He noticed us and got up from his seat and glued his eyes to me as he began to slowly move towards me.

He looked surprised, and his eyes expressed a sorry and sad expression. Seeing him after a day of being apart made me happy. I was happy to be back home, happy that he was here to receive us. However, as he started walking over to me I started remembering that day when he walked over to me and pushed me on the bed ... and kissed me by force. He had acted like a scary beast that day.