little ¦ yooncentric

knj - Tiny Paws (pt. 2)

Title: Tiny Paws

Chapters: 2/6

By: DancingSkys

A/N: This chapter contains... a somewhat pretty detailed (and maybe somwhat realistic?) description of childbirth so if you are not comfortable with Yoongi going through some shit during his contractions and so on then I advise that you maybe skip this chapter.
Nothing bad happens though, I promise
Obviously I'm not an expert regarding childbirth but I tried my best so I hope you'll enjoy this chapter~
Cry with me about this on Tumblr DancingSkys if you need to T^T

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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"Off, off, off, get them off," Yoongi chanted, kicking his legs slightly and Namjoon moved to take off his mate's underwear hurriedly and trying to avoid getting kicked by the older, his shirt still covering him. The omega whined in high pitched manner with every quick breath he released, hands curling into the blankets around him and legs twitching.

"How are you feeling?" Seokjin asked, Yoongi glaring at him before he threw his head back and almost howled as another contraction hit him, unable to speak for almost a minute. "F-fuck you," he wheezed, skin glistening with sweat that continued to roll down the side of his face, mixed with some tears. "I know, but you have to tell what they feel like," Seokjin said calmly. "Do you feel like pushing yet?"

"No!" Yoongi wailed, groaning as another contraction washed over him and burying his face in a pillow.

"Then we'll have to wait," Seokjin said, Namjoon looking up at him with big eyes.

"Wait?" he called almost hysterically. "J-Jin, look at him, he... he..." he stammered, not able to grasp the right words and just gesturing at his mate who looked like he wasn't far from ripping the pillow into pieces with just his teeth. Seokjin tried to smile but it probably looked more like a grimace since he knew what the younger was on about. Yoongi looked horrible and he was obviously in a lot of pain, writhing in his nest, but there was nothing they could do. "I know," he said softly. "But we have to, there is nothing we could possibly do at this point." Namjoon looked at him helplessly until Yoongi whimpered pitifully and his full attention was on him again, praying his mate wouldn't bite his hand off with the next contraction.

They had prepared everything already and were now just waiting until Yoongi was ready to give birth. It was well into the night by now but no one had gone to sleep, the three youngest snuggled up onto the couch and holding each other whenever Yoongi's screams of agony were carried through the cabin. Hoseok was hovering close by but never too close, checking on everyone almost like he was on standby the whole time. HIs alphas instincts told him to protect but he didn't know what to fucking protect so he was left to pace around and trying to stay in the background so he wouldn't disturb anyone.

"It's okay, you're doing such a good job, sweetheart," Namjoon murmured, Yoongi crying softly so he wiped his tears away gently, kissing the top of his head and each cheek, the older squeezing his eyes shut again and breath stuttering slightly. "I'm here, I'm right here. It'll be fine," Namjoon continued to soothe him.

It took another half an hour before Yoongi's cries grew more hysteric and his eyes widened, latching onto Namjoon. "Joon, J-Joon, coming, coming, coming" he wheezed, the younger wide awake and his heart almost jumping out of his chest. "Jin!" he almost hollered, moving slightly to be even closer to his frantic mate who was gasping for breath. "It's okay, honey. I'm here, I'm right here, I've got you," he said, looking up as Seokjin knelt down by Yoongi's legs, the omega sneering aggressively for a moment before he stopped, seeming to realize the older didn't pose a threat and slumped back down tiredly.