Our Happiness Was Planned

Just, just with your joy~

"Please pick up please pick up..." Seokjin whispers in quiet chant as the phone rings and rings.

Finally, Jimin answers, his voice cracking slightly. "Hello? What-"

"Jimin, thank God you answered!" Seokjin pants into the phone, not giving the younger a chance to finish his reply. "I was so--" He pauses when he hears the omega sniffle, and he immediately assumes the worst. "Oh Jiminie..."

"Hi, hyung." Soft gasps and whimpers come through the phone. "Wh-why are you calling me? Is Taehyungie okay?"

"He's fine," the elder murmurs, "but I'm calling to check on you. We talked to a doctor who said Yoongi's rut could possibly have been triggered by the pups, um..." he trails off. "I'm in the hallway outside his office because I just had to call and see if either of you found anything out."

"The pups are fine, we're all fine~" Jimin pants, followed by a long, drawn-out whine. "They're okay. Yoonie sensed them both breathing and heard their heartbeats- FUCK Yoonie-hyung hang on a minute!" He moans. "I'm trying to talk to- oh~"

"Oh. OH." Seokjin's face and ears redden as he realizes what exactly Yoongi and Jimin are doing on the other side of the phone. "Well. Uh. I'm glad they're okay! Call me when you can."

"Y-yeah bye hyung!" Jimin says in a rush, and Seokjin barely has a chance to reply before the call ends abruptly.

"Aish..." The elder omega breathes out a sigh of relief, and then lets out a quiet sob. "They're okay. They're really okay." He collects himself just as Namjoon exits the office, looking at his mate expectantly. "They're okay, Joonie. I didn't get to get details because they were in the middle of, well, fucking like horny hybrids. But the pups are okay. I told him to call me back when the two of them are finished."

"But you're sure they're okay?" Namjoon asks.

"Yeah." Seokjin blushes recalling the conversation that was half moans on Jimin's end. "Jimin-ah said that Yoongi felt their very much alive presence."

"That's such a relief." Namjoon's shoulders slump, his body no longer holding the tension that the last few hours had brought. "Oh I'm so glad to hear that."

"Me too. Even though I had to hear other things, too." The omega shudders, and his mate laughs and wraps his arms around his waist.

"I doubt we're much better." Namjoon smirks and kisses his omega's blushing face. "Now let's go see what the others are up to, hmm?" Seokjin nods in agreement, and the two walk hand in hand towards Taehyung's room, the alpha being terribly distracted by the sway of his omega's rounded hips and the way his plush ass clenches underneath his pants when he walks. He squeezes Seokjin's butt, making him squeal and jump.

"Joon, what was that?" He laughs. "You can't just do that! We're in a hospital!"

"Well, I just did." The alpha smiles triumphantly and barely manages to move out of the omega's reach when he tries to retaliate. However, he doesn't notice the nurse coming around the corner pushing a tall cart with shelves holding various medical supplies. He slams into it back-first and sends it toppling to the ground seconds after he falls onto his side with a grunt.

"Oh my God!" Seokjin and the nurse rush over to him.

"Are you okay, sir?" The nurse asks nervously.

"Yeah." Namjoon groans as he sits up with the help of his mate. "I didn't see you there. More importantly, are you okay?" He looks to the nurse, who nods, and he smiles kindly at her. "Here, let me help you clean up, please."

"O-okay." She had obviously sensed his alpha status and was nervous around him, so Namjoon acts as calmly as possible while he helps her.

"I'm clumsy. Very clumsy. You can ask anyone." He laughs softly as he sets the last of the supplies back on the cart.