I'm in the middle of my dance solo when I turn to the side and get a glimpse into the wings. My brain tells me to keep moving, to continue the dance, but my body freezes. Taehyung is sitting down, holding hands with Jimin and Yoongi. April is kneeling down in front of him and talking to him, and the other members and some staff are all crowded around them with terrified expressions. Without thinking, I run offstage.

"What's happening? Is he okay?" I pant.

"Jungkook? What are you doing here? Get back onstage!" I hear a staff member tell me.

Jimin turns around and looks at me, not letting go of Taehyung's hand. "He's in labour."

"Someone needs to get onstage!" another frustrated staff member hisses as my music cuts out.

"I'm on it," Hoseok says, then scrambles over to Taehyung and kneels down in front of him next to April. "You're going to be okay," he says firmly, and then runs onstage. The music for his solo starts playing.

Jimin pulls his hand out of Taehyung's so that I can slip mine in. He looks up at me with big puppy eyes swimming with tears that break my heart. "Jungkookie?"

"It's okay, Tae, I'm here." I squeeze his hand and kiss his cheek. Then I glance over at April. "You came back."

April swallows and nods. "Of course."

Then a group of men in high visibility jackets come running in with a wheelchair, and I get a strange sensation that I've floated out of my body and I'm watching everything happen as an outsider.

"The ambulance is here," Namjoon says.

April turns around and breathes a sigh of relief. "Thank God. Let's get you to the hospital now. Can you stand up for me?" April speaks in a soft and gentle voice to Taehyung that I've never heard her use before.

Taehyung takes a long breath, squeezes my hand hard, and stands up with mine and Yoongi's help. We walk him over to the wheelchair and sit him down.

"Only one other person can come in the ambulance besides Dr Sykes. Who's coming?" one of the men asks.

"Me," I croak.

"Right, come on then." Another one gestures for April and I to follow as Taehyung is wheeled outside and then moved onto the bed inside the ambulance. We clamber in with him and the door is slammed shut. One of the men stays in the back with us and gets a heart rate monitor onto Taehyung, which beeps quickly.

Two tears fall down Taehyung's cheeks and I grab his hand again. I wipe some of his hair, damp with sweat like mine, off his face.

"You're okay. You're okay. Everything will be okay, I promise. Just have faith," I repeat what he told me not too long ago.

"I have faith," he says weakly.

I notice the colour is draining from his face, and he closes his eyes. "Stay with me, Tae, stay with me," I beg.

He nods, then his eyes fly open again. "I need to push."

April takes his other hand in her own. "I know you do, Taehyung. But listen to me, you can't do that. If you do that, it will be very bad for your little girl. You're strong. You can resist it."

Taehyung takes a shuddering breath and nods again.

"That's right, just keep breathing nice and deeply," April says soothingly.

"But she's too small to come out," Taehyung whimpers.

"Don't worry about that. She'll be absolutely fine," April says.

I kiss him on the cheek again. "You're doing so well, Tae."

The few minutes between the concert venue and the hospital seem like several torturous hours. Taehyung cries out out with every contraction, which are only seconds apart. I wish I could go through this instead of him. I can't bear to see him like this.

I'm flooded with relief when the ambulance finally comes to a stop, and Taehyung is wheeled out and rushed inside the hospital. April and I run in behind him. Once we get inside, April takes him from the ambulance men and runs even faster with him into an operating room with several people wearing scrubs already in it. My heart is beating so hard in my chest it physically pains me. April quickly gets changed and I'm handed some scrubs to put on as well.

"I assume this is the carrier you told us about?" someone asks.

"Yes. Premature. Baby needs to go to the NICU. Got it?" April looks around at the others sternly, and they nod.

One of them pulls a small curtain across Taehyung's chest, blocking his face, and then tells me to stand on the other side of it. I hurry over and take his hand, then notice his eyes are shut and he's pale as a ghost. I listen for the heart rate monitor and hear it still beeping, but slower than before.

"T-Taehyung?" I stutter. He doesn't respond. I grip his hand tightly and raise my voice a bit louder. "Taehyung? Can you hear me?" Still no response. I suddenly feel like I'm going to vomit. "April! He's gone unconscious!"

In a flash April is at Taehyung's other side, looking him over. She takes his pulse even though the heart rate monitor is right behind her. She puts a trembling hand on the side of his face, then breathes deeply and clenches her fist. When she releases it, her hand is steady.

"We need to move fast," she tells everyone, then steps back onto the other side of the curtain. "Someone get an oxygen mask on him, and let's begin."

I don't realise I'm crying until I see my tears fall onto Taehyung's face. I don't wipe them away because I can't let go of his hand.

"You're okay, Tae, have faith, you're okay," I whisper to him over and over, hearing nothing but the slow beeping of the monitor.

I think of the baby. Being born two weeks early shouldn't be an issue, but we keep being told that she's much less developed than she should be. And April just said she's premature and needs to go the NICU.

And then I'm looking at her.

I see her being raised by April just above the curtain. She's covered in blood and she's much smaller than any newborn baby I've seen. And she's not crying. It takes all my self restraint not to go over there— to see her and touch her. April nods at a woman next to her, who's holding out a blanket, and passes my baby to them. The woman snips the umbilical chord, wraps the blanket around my baby and then leaves with her.

"No, wait!" I hear myself cry, to which no one responds.

They all have their heads bent down, meaning they've already gotten to work on stitching Taehyung up again. I glance down at him, and see that he's still unconscious. I'm worried that if he gets any paler he'll disappear.

I put my face down right next to his. "She's here."

After what seems like only a second, the curtain is removed and I'm being told to let go of him.

"I don't want to," I insist.

"Jungkook," April says softly, looking me directly in the eyes. "You'll see him again soon."

And so, with an impossibly heavy heart, I drop his hand.

My Taehyung is taken away from me, just as my baby was a few moments ago, and I'm left with just me and my fear of losing both of them.