Park Jimin. The nation's pride and joy of a doctor. Your husband.

Jimin was an ER doctor, performing multiple surgeries in a day, including the one that caused his fame; * the Heart in the Elevator. He had successfully done a heart transplant in the elevator, making people donate heaps and heaps of money to the hospital, resulting in everyone getting an amazing raise.*

This was last month. Your husband made you quit your overly stressful job, he was rich now, he wanted to make you happy.

Behind his strong front, he was a true softy, the man wanted nothing more than love from his wife.

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It was late, you were waiting up for Jimin, his dinner was getting cold, you missed him.

You were growing tired, so you headed toward your bedroom, when barged in Jimin, hugging you ever so tightly, his grip on you hot, but it slowly loosened. Your husband was tired, you could sense it on him.

"Oh, darling-" His voice cracked.

"I lost a kid today. Sh-she was four!" He sobbed, hugging you. "I-I tried saving her...but...I was too late, baby, I tried!" Jimin was always a sweetheart when it came to younger patients, he was always fond of kids.

"Cuddle, bedroom, now."