Collision

Chapter 102

There were a lot of different ways Yoongi imagined the welcoming of a new pack mate into the world would be.

Of course he thought about it. He helped Hoseok plan the general way that this should go because birth plans, hyung. All soon-to-be mothers need birth plans.

So, yes, they had one. They had everything ready. A basin by the sink, ready for warm water, a bunch of freshly cleaned towels, and the first aid kit in easy reach while the baby supplies were now stacked neatly in the hall closet that Seokjin has organized and reorganized probably a million times.

Jimin commented that the nesting had begun, meaning that their time in the sand dial was trickling out faster than ever.

They should have noticed it sooner, honestly. The way Seokjin fussed over the living room where he slept should have been indicator enough. Or the missing shirts from Namjoon's closet, or the few from Jeongguk's and even Taehyung's. A couple of the Omega's too.

But they hadn't.

The birth plan was supposed to be simple. Watch Seokjin carefully during the day, have Hoseok check over him at least twice a day, and then wait for him to shift into a wolf and have the pup in the living room while everyone remains calm.

Spoiler alert: that did not happen.

The word "calm" wasn't even in the same vicinity as South Korea at 1:14 in the morning. After all, being woken up by Seokjin screaming in your head about Namjoon's balls being ripped off and swallowed was a very... interesting way to wake up, needless to say.

Yoongi's eyes flew open, wincing as he grasps at his head to stop the ache as Jeongguk jolted away from beside him. He looked just as taken off guard and bewildered as Yoongi, which, honestly, didn't make him feel any better.

"No, I said lukewarm water not three-drops of hot water!" Hoseok shouts, obviously in human form from the way it wasn't echoing in Yoongi's skull like a fucking bunji jump.

A long, low whine of pain broke between them, wolven in sound, and suddenly Yoongi's head clicked with what was happening. Scrambling from his bed, Yoongi yelped when his legs got twisted in the sheets, sending him spiraling across the floor in a very ungraceful heap.

A grunted hmmp sound broke the air, followed by Jeongguk slight cackle even as he leapt from the bed to come touch the top of Yoongi's head. "You okay?" he asks, between laughs.

"Fine."

Grinning to himself, Jeongguk helps unravel his legs before hauling him to his feet. The two stumble out of the bedroom and come sliding into the living room where utter chaos was pursuing.

Namjoon was pacing by the front door, probably the best for him right now, if Yoongi thought about it, and Jimin was in wolf form with his small body pressed firmly against Seokjin's back, licking absently at Seokjin's wolven pain-stricken face.

Hoseok was at Seokjin's hind quarters, sweat plastered to his brow and slight panic sullying his scent as he kept shoving Seokjin's tail out of the way to peer towards the birth canal. Taehyung was returning with the basin, slight steam rising from the bowl and more towels in his arms.

"Well. This is quite the morning call," Yoongi says drily.

"Shut the fuck up, Min Yoongi, I swear- fuck!" Seokjin yelps, another wave of contractions causing him to buck his head up, panting heavily.

Yoongi winces. That definitely seems painful, if the swearing was anything to go by. Granted, Seokjin wasn't clean in language, but this might make a sailor blush with what was coming out of his mouth.