It was 3 a.m. when Minho's water broke. He woke up with a sharp pain in his abdomen, groaning loudly enough to jolt Hyunjin awake.
"Hyun," Minho growled, gripping his stomach. "It's happening."
Hyunjin blinked groggily. "Happening? Like happening-happening?"
"Yes, genius!" Minho snapped. "Get the others before I strangle you."
Hyunjin immediately launched himself out of bed, screaming at the top of his lungs. "THE BABY IS COMING! GET UP! MOVE!"
Chan burst into the hallway in boxers, looking disoriented. "What? Who? Baby?!"
"It's happening!" Hyunjin wailed, running in circles like a headless chicken.
"Why are you screaming?!" Han shouted, crashing into the wall as he tried to put on his pants.
By the time they managed to wrangle Minho into the car, he was already fed up. "If I hear one more scream, I'm not naming this baby after any of you."
The chaos only escalated when they arrived. The nurses were calm and professional, but Minho's boyfriends? Not so much.
Hyunjin was pacing the waiting room, muttering prayers under his breath. Jeongin and Seungmin were trying (and failing) to calm him down, while Chan kept harassing the nurse for updates every five minutes.
"Sir, please sit down," she said, clearly annoyed.
"I can't sit! My boyfriend is in labor!" Chan exclaimed, flailing his arms.
"We know. That's why you're in the maternity ward," she replied dryly
Inside the labor room, Minho was anything but calm. The contractions were hitting hard, and his patience was thinner than tissue paper.
"Breathe, Minho," Felix said soothingly, holding his hand.
"I AM BREATHING," Minho snapped, glaring daggers. "Don't tell me to breathe unless you're the one pushing a watermelon out of your—AHHH!"
Changbin winced as Minho's nails dug into his arm. "You're doing great, babe."
"Shut up," Minho hissed, sweat dripping down his face. "I'll chop all your horny dicks off if I have to do this again."
Hyunjin, standing near the bed, looked pale. "There's so much blood," he whispered.
"Don't you dare faint," Minho warned, pointing a shaky finger at him. "If you pass out one more time, I'll chop your horny dick off first."
"I think I'm gonna—" Hyunjin started, and then promptly collapsed onto the floor.
"Unbelievable!" Minho yelled, throwing his head back in exasperation. "Someone drag him out of here before I kill him!"
"Minho-ssi, you're doing great. Just a little longer," the doctor said calmly.
"Define a little longer," Minho gritted out. "Because it feels like I've been here for a decade."
"You're almost there!" Chan said, his tone overly chipper.
"Almost there?" Minho repeated, narrowing his eyes. "Do you want to trade places and see how 'almost' feels?"
Chan shut his mouth immediately.
Meanwhile, in the waiting room, Hyunjin had been revived and was clutching a juice box like it was his lifeline.
