Third person POV

Y/n clutched the blanket beneath her, her back pressed against the cold, damp wall. Each breath came with difficulty, the rusty smell of wet concrete thickening the air in the small room. Unable to get enough air through her nose, she panted, breathing through her mouth in a desperate attempt to fill her lungs. 

She didn’t know how she had managed to drag herself to the bunker. 

After her water broke, Y/n had searched desperately for a place to deliver her child. There wasn’t enough time to call for help. She had known, deep in her heart, that she would face this moment alone. 

She had to give birth to her child—all alone—in this cold, dark bunker. 

While searching for shelter, she’d noticed a small door hidden from the outside world, just beyond where she had collapsed. She couldn’t stay in the middle of the road; she needed somewhere, anywhere, more secluded and safe. 

Gathering every ounce of courage, Y/n braced herself and dragged her trembling body toward the bunker’s entrance. She winced in pain, clutching her stomach as violent contractions wracked her body. Despite the cold night, sweat poured down her face and back, soaking her clothes. 

She let out a sharp groan, gripping the staircase railing for support. 

Her vision blurred with tears, and her legs trembled under the strain. It felt as though her spine might snap in two. Each step brought fresh agony, her body screaming in protest. 

“Just a little further… hold on,” Y/n whispered hoarsely, trying to convince herself to keep moving. 

Strands of her hair clung to her sweat-soaked forehead. Her lips were dry and cracked, nearly sticking together from dehydration. She panted heavily, willing her body to descend the stairs faster. 

“Oh my God,” she gasped, clutching the cold metallic railing as dizziness washed over her. 

The contractions grew more violent, each one sharper than the last. She knew she didn’t have much time. Reaching the bottom of the staircase, Y/n crawled toward the corner of the bunker, her body collapsing against the cold ground. 

She looked like a shadow of herself—dirt covered her from head to toe, and her sweat-soaked clothes clung to her frail frame. She resembled a survivor of some apocalyptic disaster. 

Y/n spread the blanket she had been clutching onto the floor and lay down on it, her body shivering uncontrollably. Pain stabbed through her lower abdomen as she whimpered, trying to breathe through another contraction. 

The darkness enveloped her, suffocating and absolute. The only light came from the dim glow filtering through the entrance of the bunker—a faint, flickering reminder of the world outside. 

Her teeth sank into her lip as she tried to stifle her cries, but the tears spilled freely. Her body trembled, overwhelmed by another wave of pain. Taehyung’s death and the impending birth of their child—it was too much for her to bear. 

Pity washed over her, heavy and unrelenting. 

She was supposed to be in a hospital on the other side of the country, delivering her baby in a warm bed surrounded by doctors and nurses. Instead, she was here, alone in a dark, freezing bunker where she could barely see her surroundings. 

“You have to be strong,” Y/n whispered, her voice cracking as she tried to summon courage. 

Her body, already weakened by exhaustion and the traumatic news of Taehyung’s death, felt like it might give out at any moment. But she had to try. She had to hold on—for her baby, for herself. 

She stared into the suffocating darkness, leaning against the damp wall as another contraction tore through her. She gritted her teeth, her sobs echoing in the emptiness. Loneliness and fear consumed her, creeping into every corner of her mind. 

A faint hope lingered in her heart: someone would find her. Someone would stay by her side. But knowing that Taehyung was now among the stars only deepened her despair. It felt like her entire world had collapsed, her dreams shattered into irreparable pieces. 

“Taehyung…” she whispered, her voice breaking as she longed for him. How she wished he were here, holding her hand, giving her strength. 

She sighed heavily, clouds of vapor escaping her lips in the frigid air. 

Her resolve wavered as exhaustion threatened to consume her, but then she heard it—a voice in the distance. 

Her head snapped up, her blurry eyes searching for the source of the sound. Could it be Hyunjun? She clung to the faint hope that someone had found her, that someone would save her from this nightmare. 

The echo of footsteps grew louder, reverberating in the empty bunker. A sharp cry escaped her lips as another contraction hit, stronger and more unforgiving than the ones before. 

A faint light flickered as someone switched on a flashlight. A shadow loomed large against the wall, and Y/n realized it was a man. 

“Hello?” the voice called out, firm yet cautious. 

“I’m here,” Y/n tried to say, but her whisper turned into a groan of pain as her body convulsed violently. 

The beam of the flashlight aimed directly at her, making her squint in discomfort. She hissed softly, turning her face away from the light. 

“Oh my goodness,” the man muttered, his voice filled with shock. 

Y/n blinked, trying to focus on the figure behind the light. She could make out a tall frame, his shadow falling against the opposite wall. 

Noticing her discomfort, he quickly placed the flashlight on the ground, angling it away from her face. 

As he stepped closer, Y/n’s tearful eyes locked onto the man who had come to her rescue. For a moment, their eyes remained fixed on each other. 

She encountered a pair of black doe eyes, filled with emotions she couldn't decipher. He looked into her big, innocent eyes, now brimming with tears. Her gaze was pleading, silently begging for the help she so desperately needed. It didn’t take him long to understand—she was about to deliver. 

The man knelt down beside her, leaning closer. His soft voice broke the silence, but before he could say much, Y/n whimpered, her face contorting in pain. 

“Hey, shh… It’s okay,” he said gently, taking her trembling hand in his, trying to comfort her. 

“I heard you… My name is Jungkook. I’m here to help you.” 

Y/n’s blurry eyes focused on the man who had introduced himself as Jungkook. In the dim light, she couldn’t see him clearly, but his kind tone and the warmth in his gaze melted away some of the anxiety clawing at her. 

“It’s Y/n…” she whispered faintly. She squeezed his hand tightly, biting her lip to stifle a groan as another piercing pain tore through her. 

Jungkook paused for a second, dumbfounded. Of course, he had been trained in emergency medical care, but delivering a baby? That was something entirely different. He never imagined he’d find himself in such a situation. 

Even though he didn’t show it, he was overwhelmed. He wasn’t sure how to handle this, but seeing her vulnerable state and the silent plea in her eyes, he realized he had no choice but to act. There was no time to call for help—he had to stay calm and deliver the baby himself. 

He gently supported her by holding her arm and helped her shift to a more comfortable position. 

“Y/n, listen to me carefully. You’re going to be alright, okay?” he said firmly, meeting her gaze with steady reassurance. 

Another contraction hit her like a wave, and Y/n let out a sharp scream, tears pouring down her face. Her entire body trembled violently, and terror spread through her. 

Her breaths turned to uneven gasps as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Jungkook quickly moved to position himself at her legs. His hands hovered near her opening, and through the faint light, he could just make out her cervix opening wide, making way for the baby. 

Her free hand gripped the blanket beneath her tightly, while her other hand clutched Jungkook’s. His heart raced. He was a fighter, used to flying through storms and battling enemies, but this—this was a battle he wasn’t prepared for. 

Still, he stayed calm. He had to. 

“I—I can’t… Ah…” Y/n cried, her voice trembling with pain. 

“You’re doing great, Y/n,” he said firmly, his voice steady and reassuring. “Just breathe. Breathe in and out. Look at me.” 

He gently cupped her chin, turning her pale, tear-streaked face toward him. Her glassy eyes met his as he demonstrated calm, steady breathing. 

“Breathe in, breathe out,” he repeated softly. 

She obeyed, mimicking his actions. Slowly, the chaotic panic within her began to settle. 

Jungkook wasn’t just a stranger anymore; he was her savior. He had come to her like rain in a desert, filling her with a courage she thought she’d lost. For the first time, she felt like she could do this—she wasn’t alone anymore. 

Her eyes lingered on his face. Even in the dim light, she noticed his sharp jawline and the beautifully crafted features of his face. His thin lips curved into a gentle smile. 

“That’s right,” he said, his hand softly caressing her sweat-soaked hair. “You’re doing just fine.” 

His words brought a faint smile to her lips, despite the pain. 

“I’m scared…” Y/n whispered, her voice trembling. 

“You’re going to be fine… Do you hear me? You’re doing really well, Y/n,” he said, leaning closer to her. 

“I’ll stay right here with you,” Jungkook promised, his tone steady and soothing. 

His words were so genuine, so full of promise, that she felt a sliver of strength return. 

Her body shook violently as another contraction rippled through her. She let out a sharp cry, the pain ripping through her lower body. It felt like she was being torn apart. 

Jungkook stayed by her side, holding her hand tightly while glancing down at her birth canal from time to time. 

“Don’t let go of my hand, Jungkook,” Y/n gasped, her tear-streaked face turning toward him. 

He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead. 

“I’ll never let go,” he said, his hands enclosing hers in a reassuring grip. 

“You promise?” she asked, her voice faint and desperate. 

“I promise. I’ll never let go of your hand.” 

Y/n panted heavily, pushing with all the strength she could muster. She gritted her teeth, her body trembling as she bore down against the pain. 

“Just a little more, Y/n. You’re doing great,” Jungkook encouraged her, his voice steady and firm. He glanced down and saw the baby’s head crowning, ready to enter the world. 

She let out another agonized cry, her body straining as she pushed with all her might. 

“I can’t… I can’t do this…” Y/n whimpered, tears spilling over her pale cheeks. 

“Yes, you can,” Jungkook said, leaning closer, his voice soft yet resolute. He gently wiped her forehead again, his touch grounding her. 

“You’re stronger than this pain, Y/n. I know you are. Just one more push, okay? He’s almost here.” 

With one final, desperate scream, Y/n gave a powerful push. She felt a heavy release, a flood of warmth covering her thighs. The metallic scent of blood filled the air. 

“That’s it! That’s right! You were amazing!” Jungkook’s voice rang out with relief and excitement as he caught the baby in his hands. 

They both exchanged glances, as Jungkook held the baby in his hand. Jungkook's eyes were soften, his hands were stained with her blood yet, his face was lit up with triumph. He was proud of her, his eyes said it all.

Y/n collapsed back onto the floor, her body sinking into the blanket beneath her. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as the pain began to subside. She stared at the ceiling, tears streaming from her eyes. 

It was finally over. 

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