BTS Oneshots(Long Chapters Ahead) Smut Warning

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Panic flared in the opulent nursery. Jin, a spoon poised halfway to Namjin's mouth, froze. The baby, who had been gurgling happily moments ago, had gone rigid, his eyes fluttering wildly. A tremor ran through his tiny body, followed by another, more violent one. The spoon clattered to the floor, echoing in the sudden silence.

"Jin!" Taehyung's voice, usually light and playful, cracked with alarm. He lurched to his feet, his hand instinctively flying to his own pregnant belly as if to shield it from the unfolding horror.

Across the room, Jimin mirrored Taehyung's movement, his face pale. "Seizure," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. Cold dread settled in his gut.

Jin, his face a mask of terror, clutched Namjin close. The baby's body arched painfully, his whimpers morphing into a high-pitched shriek. Jin rocked back and forth, his voice a strangled cry of "Namjin, Namjin!"

"We need to call for help!" Taehyung scrambled for his phone, his fingers fumbling on the touchscreen.

Jimin, despite the tremor in his own hands, took charge. "Taehyung, call Namjoon! I'll clear the area, anything that could hurt him." He darted around the room, sweeping toys and blankets away from the thrashing baby.

The room became a blur of frantic activity. Taehyung's voice, choked with panic, echoed as he spoke into the phone. Jimin, his own concern momentarily pushed aside, focused on keeping Namjin safe. He knelt beside Jin, his voice calm despite the churning in his stomach.

"Jin," he said gently, "we're here. We'll get him help. Just hold him, keep him calm."

Jin, tears streaming down his face, nodded numbly. He cradled his son, whispering incoherent words of comfort. The high-pitched shriek had subsided, replaced by a series of weak whimpers and gasping breaths.

The nursery door burst open, revealing a frantic Namjoon. In his arms, a team of palace medics rushed in, their faces grim but professional.

"Move back," one of them barked, taking charge. They surrounded Jin and Namjin, their movements swift and practiced. Jin relinquished his son, his eyes pleading as the medics gently pried Namjin away.

The room spun for Jimin as he watched the scene unfold. His own hand tightened on his stomach, a silent prayer escaping his lips. Taehyung stood frozen, his phone clutched in a white-knuckled grip.

The following minutes were a blur. The rhythmic beeping of a monitor replaced Namjin's cries. The room, once filled with laughter, now thrummed with a tense silence broken only by hushed medical jargon.

Finally, the head medic emerged, his face etched with concern. "We've stabilized him for now," he said, his voice low. "We'll need to run some tests to determine the cause of the seizure."

Jin sagged against Namjoon, his relief tinged with worry. "Can we see him?" he rasped.

The medic nodded. "Of course. But it'll be in the ICU for now."

Jin, Namjoon by his side, followed the medic out of the nursery. Jimin and Taehyung, their own anxieties simmering beneath the surface, exchanged a look of silent understanding. This once joyful room now held a heavy weight of uncertainty. The playful afternoon had taken a terrifying turn, leaving them all shaken and desperate for answers.