Aftermath (1/1)

I was sent to the operation theatre right after Taemin drew the curtains and allowed the nurses to take me away. Instead of going under general anesthetic, I chose to stay awake and watch as they inserted random tubes into my vagina. So that was it? Was that really the end of my child who wanted to stay in my womb so badly? Despite being light headed, I was weeping at the back of my head, reminding myself that I was a terrible person—a great sinner that should never be forgiven. Although I felt so numb, I could almost feel the blood flowing between my legs as the doctor maneuver the operation tools in my body.For some reason, I started thinking of Jongin, wishing that he knew what had happened to me. I imagined his reaction towards the possible death of our child and began to wonder if he would caress my hair, hold me tight and tell me that everything would be fine. ‘Operation success’, the doctor’s voice sounded almost like a whisper—she seemed to be calling me from a distance under the influence of the anesthetic and distracting thoughtsStraightening my legs on the stretcher, I was pushed out of the theatre onto the white corridors that were far too bright for my comfort. Everything was blurry at that moment and I even found Taemin’s face so hard to recognize. He held my hand tightly on the way back to the hospital ward, finally letting go of it when the doctor called him over to have a conversation.I fell into a deep slumber after that, wincing in my dreams as the numbness started to fade away. Even in the darkness, a new wave of pain and discomfort was introduced to my body. I stirred in bed, searching for a more comfortable position to reduce the increasing amount of pain my body was going through at that moment. It was then when I felt a pair of warm arms pressing against my frame, one on my left shoulder and the other just below my chest.“You will be fine, Minyeon.” I battered my eyelids upon hearing that familiar voice calling out for me and gazed blankly at his face. Letting out a sigh when I felt his warm breath on my right cheek, he rested his head right beside mine on the pillow and stared at me fervently. “Don’t tell me that you’re leaving me ever again, do you hear me?”I tilted my head to the side so that I could face him—it only took us a couple of days to look so weak; Taemin’s lips were chapped and when I looked a little closer, I could see the stub of his beard and moustache that were left unshaved for maybe a day or two.“Taemin…Am I going to be okay?” He nodded his head and curled his lips weakly. I shifted myself closer to him and pressed my forehead gently against his. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t say that.”“The child…” He knew what I was talking about. The child wasn’t his in the first place.“It doesn’t matter. I know how much it’s going to hurt, so don’t apologize to me.”“But…”“We will have our own. I want to be the father of your child.” How honest. How blunt but genuine. I smiled at him and stroked his cheek gently.Then I started thinking of Jongin once again, this time having a stronger urge to search for him and tell him about our mistake—the mistake that could never be undone.… … …Taemin POVI fetched her home two days later and was told to keep an eye on her as much as possible. She lost too much blood during the course of her miscarriage and had to go on drip because she was dehydrated. Not only was her face pale, the injection marks on her wrists and the back her hands made my heart ached.But there was something else between us, something that drew us apart. Minyeon became less chatty and I barely felt the obligation to start a proper conversation with her. There were nights where we stared at one another while lying beneath the sheets till the moment one of us took the initiative to pull the other in for a hug. I was certain that we still loved each other, but not in talking terms. I knew there was something Minyeon wanted to talk about but she chose not to tell me anything. I thought it might be better that way—I may not be ready to hear whatever she wanted to say.Then on a particular night, I heard it. Minyeon was asleep an hour ago. I checked the time and realized that it was 12.15am, the earliest she had slept for the past week. Adjusting myself carefully in bed, I enfolded her in my embrace, stroking her hair gently with my palms. She whimpered in her sleep, grabbing on to the rim of my singlet loosely.“Jongin…” I froze when I heard his name.“Jongin….we need to talk.” I was overcome by a wave of disappointment. I thought it was over and he was long forgotten.I guessed I was wrong.  A/N: Hi guys, I'm back with a short update. Been really busy lately.