𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

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“Breathe, baby... just breathe,” Jungkook murmurs, his voice soft yet steady, brushing his fingers through Taehyung’s hand. He sits close, perched on the stool beside the hospital bed, his body leaning toward Taehyung, their connection grounding them both. Jungkook’s face mask hangs below his chin, his surgical coveralls crinkling slightly as he moves. His eyes, though filled with concern, radiate calm.

Taehyung, breathless and overwhelmed, grips Jungkook’s hand tighter. His face is pale, his breaths shallow, but Jungkook leans closer, his voice a lifeline. “Look at me, love. In... out... that’s it... slowly. You’re doing great, I promise. Just focus on me, yeah?” A smile curves on Jungkook’s lips, trying to ease the storm brewing inside Taehyung as he mimics the breathing, his chest rising and falling in sync.

The fatigue had hit hard in Taehyung's last trimester, and now, at 35 weeks, the weight of carrying twins had taken its toll. The doctor recommended early admission, and Jungkook had agreed without hesitation. He'd been visiting daily after work, sometimes sleeping by Taehyung's side, waiting for the moment they'd been anticipating—the moment their twins would arrive.

Suddenly, Taehyung's face contorts, his body tense as another contraction rips through him. “Jungkook... they’re coming! I can feel them... oh god... it hurts... ahhh!” he cries, his voice strained with pain. His nails dig into Jungkook’s hand as his whole body trembles under the pressure.

Jungkook doesn’t flinch, his free hand caressing Taehyung’s arm. “I’m right here... you’re almost there. We’re so close now, baby. Just a little longer...” His voice stays steady, his gaze locked onto Taehyung's tear-filled eyes.

“We’re ready to begin,” the doctor says calmly, standing at the foot of the bed, nurses in position. “Taehyung, it’s time to push. On my count, okay? One... two... three, push!”

Taehyung groans, pushing with every ounce of strength left in him, his face reddening with effort. “Nghhh... ahhh! F-fuck, it hurts!” His voice cracks, eyes wide and desperate as he looks to Jungkook.

Jungkook holds his gaze, his heart aching but full of admiration. “You’ve got this, love... just a little more... you’re doing so well,” he whispers, his words soft and filled with love, guiding Taehyung through the storm.

“Yes, that’s it, love... you’re doing amazing. I’m so proud of you,” Jungkook whispers, his voice full of warmth and encouragement. He presses a gentle kiss to Taehyung’s damp forehead, brushing his hair back as Taehyung pants heavily, preparing for another push. Despite the pain, the exhaustion, Taehyung finds comfort in Jungkook’s words, holding onto them as he summons the strength to continue.

The doctor’s voice breaks through the tension. “I see his head... come on, Taehyung, just a little bit more.”

With a guttural cry, Taehyung pushes hard, every muscle in his body straining as the air fills with his raw scream. “Nghhh... Ahhhhh!” His voice echoes in the room as the final push brings their baby into the world. The sound of the baby’s cries follows immediately after, filling the room with a wave of relief, joy, and disbelief.

“Oh... my baby... Jungkook, he’s here... h-he’s here,” Taehyung gasps between breaths, his voice shaking with happiness and exhaustion, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. He’s still trying to grasp the reality of it all, overwhelmed with emotion.

Jungkook, eyes misty with joy, presses their foreheads together, sealing the moment with a gentle kiss on Taehyung’s trembling lips. The room feels alive with the sound of their firstborn's cries as nurses quickly tend to the newborn, cleaning and wrapping him in soft blankets.