BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF ✔️

12

The house was chaos. The pillow fort in the living room was more of a disaster zone at this point, with Dino and Sunoo climbing over each other in their quest for the perfect pillow. Meanwhile, Jisoo, sitting on the couch and snacking on chips, suddenly gasped and doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach.

Seokmin froze mid-panic. "Bluebell? Bluebell?!" he squeaked, running over like a chicken with its head cut off. "Do you need water? Should I call 911? Should I call your Jeonghan?"

Jisoo, gritting his teeth, waved him off. "It’s fine. Probably just Braxton Hicks—ugh, they’re fine. Seriously."

"Braxton Hicks?" Jihoon looked up from his book with a skeptical raise of his eyebrow. "You look like you’re about to have a nervous breakdown, not just some harmless contractions."

Soonyoung, always the drama king, jumped up, arms flailing. "THE BABY’S COMING, THE BABY'S COMING! I KNOW.. I HAVE SEEN THESE ALL TWICE." He darted toward the kitchen, knocking over a vase in the process. "Should I boil water Jihoonah? What do people do in these situations? WHAT DO PEOPLE DO— Jihooniee???"

Jisoo groaned as another contraction hit.

"You can boil yourself for all I care and leave Jisoo in peace, Soonyoung." Jihoon shot a glare.

As the contractions became more frequent, Seokmin hit his breaking point. He was pacing back and forth, his hands gripping his head like it was going to explode. "I forgot snacks! We need snacks! I forgot where I kept hospital bag! What if we forget something important like, I don’t know, a diaper or a baby bottle? WHAT IF WE MISS THE DEADLINE FOR A BIRTH CERTIFICATE?"

Jihoon slammed his book shut, sending papers flying. "Seokmin! GET IT TOGETHER! It’s not like this is the apocalypse, it’s just childbirth. You’re not going to forget the baby at the hospital, okay?"

Soonyoung chimed in helpfully, "But what if it is the apocalypse? I mean, Jisoo has mood swings like he’s ready to send us all to another dimension—OW!" He squeaked as Jihoon slapped him across the back of the head.

Jisoo, barely able to focus through the pain, growled from the couch glaring. "If you two don’t stop bickering, I’ll have this baby right here and make you clean it up—oh my god, I’m serious, I will."

Jihoon stood up with the calmness of a monk who’d seen it all. "Alright, Seokmin, grab the damn hospital bag. Soonyoung, get Dino and Sunoo ready to leave. I’ll call the hospital and tell them to prep a room because we’re coming in hot."

Seokmin froze, looking at Jihoon like he'd just asked him to fly to the moon. "Hospital bag? Jisoo has a hospital bag?!"

Jihoon stared at him like he was speaking another language. "Of course he has a hospital bag. Do you think I’m going to let you guys waltz into the hospital without being prepared? Get it together, man. It’s not like we’re in the 1800s."

Jisoo, catching Jihoon’s self-righteous tone, snapped, "Oh, don’t act like you’re some kind of childbirth veteran, Jihoon. You just forgot to call Soonyoung that one time at Sunoo because you’re too stubborn to ask for help!"

Jihoon raised an eyebrow. "And yet, I survived. Take notes, Seokmin."

By the time they were finally in the car, Jisoo was in full-on, full-tilt mode. "This is ALL YOUR FAULT, Seokmin!" he yelled, gripping the car door like it was a life raft. "You’re the one who wanted a baby. ‘Please, Jisoo, let’s have a family,’ you said. Well, guess what? NOW LOOK AT ME! I’m a whale in pain!"

Soonyoung, sitting shotgun and trying to calm everyone down, whispered to Jihoon, "Do you think he remembers he was the one begging for a baby for months? You know, before this whole ‘whale in pain’ thing started?"