Cursed Fate

Chapter 98- the panic rises

TAE POV:

My hands tighten protectively around (Y/N) when she sways, face pale and eyes wide with panic and worry- gaze drifting down to the puddle on the floor, her hands going to clutch at me, tightly holding onto me.

And it sends a jolt of fear through my system because she's always been one of the more composed ones whenever her waters had broken, because though we had two healthy sons now, I couldn't remember such a moment of blinding panic when we'd tried to gather our scattered selves and prepared to go to the hospital.

And I remembered from the last times that Jin hyung had always monitored her contractions, that one of us had helped her into comfier cleaner clothes, cleaning her legs up and keeping her comfortable and relaxed. That we'd held onto her, tried to soothe her as much as we could as the contractions grew more frequent, stronger.

"Let's get you cleaned up jagi. You're okay, we've got you." I soothe, pressing a kiss to the back of her head, trying to keep calm and composed for her. Jiminie gives me a small grateful smile, eyes flashing with matching simmering concern as the two of us help her to the bathroom, setting her down carefully on the edge.

I kneel in front of her, gently drawing her leggings off her, the slightly sodden fabric set aside as Jiminie brings a warm damp towel to her legs, holding them open as he wipes her clean.

Her fingers fist into my shoulders when she stands to allow Jimin to help draw a clean new pair of underwear over her.

"You don't need to put trousers on. Not since it's going to be a waiting game..." I begin, startled when her hands slip free of their tight grip, fumbling for purchase, legs buckling and an alarmed cry tearing out of our throats.

"(Y/N)!" her name is torn out of my throat as I grip her legs, Jiminie stabilising her from above, helping her sit back down. I peer up at her face, seeing the slightly disoriented look in her eyes, eyes blinking to dispel the bout of dizziness.

But to my mind it just screams as wrong, the weak look on her face a glaring indication that we didn't have time to wait for the others, that we needed to get her to the hospital whether or not she was having contractions.

"Jagi...(Y/N). Hold on. We're going to take care of you." I whisper, hands drifting to gently squeeze the tops of her thighs.

I turn to face Jiminie.

"Hospital. We can't wait around." He says grimly, plump lips pressed thin, whitening from the pressure.

I nod.

And the fact that (Y/N) doesn't argue, doesn't protest or voice any dissent just indicates at how worrying it is, that she's confused and hurting and vulnerable- and needs us, her soulmates, her husbands to be there for her.

"Hold on sweetheart." I say softly before going to draw her carefully into my arms, watching as her eyes squeeze shut to fight off the dizziness, murmuring an apology even as I shift her close, holding her to me and following Jiminie out to get to the car.

I thank the hyungs mentally for the spare clothes and blankets we keep downstairs because when Jimin carefully takes (Y/N)  from my arms to draw her to sit against him in the backseat, he draws one over her- having grabbed it as we rushed out, and tucks her close, hand intertwined with hers.

"You're going to be okay baby." He murmurs, their heads tilted close to each other, holding her protectively- the sight of it spurring me to get into the driver seat and start the car, reversing out of the driveway.

I didn't think any car journey could take so long, could be so painstakingly suffocating as I navigate the roads and drive to the hospital, the first phone call coming through the Bluetooth.