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It was Thursday and Yoongi hadn’t left his studio in the last forty-eight hours or so and he’s starting to feel it now. Jungkook and Jimin would tease him and say it’s because of his old age. He’s been surviving off instant ramen and take-out and the drinks in his mini fridge and too much coffee. He’s been coasting on a wave of inspiration earlier last night – or was it early morning? He couldn’t tell but he definitely took a nap sometime before getting back into work, working diligently on his project when something in his stomach gave a painful twist.
It lasts only for a minute but it takes Yoongi by surprise. He rubs a hand over his stomach, feeling the hard muscle underneath. He’s gained a little bit of weight, nearly nine kilos according to his scale back in his apartment but he assumed it was due to his hate-love relationship with the gym. Having Jungkook and Namjoon as gym partners is the worst yet best thing that could happen to him. Though he hadn’t been in a couple of weeks since he started this project.
Yoongi looks at his phone as a notification dings for his attention and thinks that he should probably make plans with Jungkook to go to the gym together. He should probably text the group chat to let everyone know he’s still alive if he’s gonna be more honest.
Another bout of sharp pain comes along a few minutes later. Yoongi ignores it, strangely hoping that it was just an uncomfortable bout of constipation. He wonders if the takeout he ordered earlier is the culprit. He should have gone with something lighter, not so heavy on the starches especially when he hasn’t been so active these last few days. Another wave of pain hits, this time going lower in his abdomen and lower back; hitting harder than the last couple of cramps, leaving him a little winded when the pain leaves him.
This afternoon will not be pretty.
Slowly, Yoongi gets up off his computer chair and lays down on the small couch in his studio. Maybe he needs another nap. He closes his eyes to rest, enjoying the soft music coming from his speakers, the melody of the song he’s been working on playing as background music, giving him something to focus on instead of the pain. As he relaxes against the cushion of the couch, letting the notes waft over him, Yoongi thinks to himself that maybe he should take breaks like this more often. He feels another twinge in his gut, making him feel a little sick but he takes a couple of calming breaths and it fades away.
A wave of…something comes over him, making him feel like he’s either gonna shit a brick or throw up, and apparently, his body is just trying to figure out which is the best course of action. He should probably look for some medicine but he doesn’t want to leave his sofa, exhaustion hitting him the longer he lays here.
Minutes go by, maybe an hour or so as Yoongi drifts in and out of consciousness. The pain doesn’t fade completely or stop, it lingers, making him uncomfortable by not really letting him truly sleep. He’s aware at all times, weirdly enough but he does his best to rest, hoping that maybe whatever this is, food poisoning or a stomach bug will finish soon. He shifts a bit on the couch to make himself more comfortable and to alleviate his stiff muscles though it doesn’t really fix the problem. For now, he’ll be in pain but it’s manageable for the most part.
When suddenly it isn’t.
The cramps seem to be coming on stronger and quicker and soon, Yoongi is groaning from the pain, groggy from the poor rest. He manages to get off the couch and wobble to the connecting bathroom. He’s never been happier with having his own full bathroom that’s adjacent to his studio. Dealing with this in a public restroom would be a nightmare.
Yoongi opens the door to the toilet as another awful wave of pain runs through him, leaving him panting against the wall, his face resting in the crook of his elbow as he waits for the pain to pass, counting the seconds in his head. 50…51…52…
The pain fades but it leaves a twitching ache in Yoongi’s stomach and back. He goes to remove his sweats when he notices that he must have peed himself during the last wave as he sees the wet spot on the front of his pants, traveling down his legs. He can be mortified later, right now he just wants this to pass. He steps out of his sweats and briefs and sits down on the toilet, hoping this passes quickly.
It does not.
He’s soaked in sweat now. He removed his hoodie and shirt long ago now to find any sort of relief and now his remaining undershirt is clinging to him as he tries to catch his breath. He’s in pain, so much pain that he’s crying, and this has been going on for so long now and nothing has changed. Just waves and waves of pain. He feels like he’s going crazy. He has cried out for help but gives up quickly due to his studio being soundproof. He’s thrown up most of what he had eaten now but there’s still no end to this. He’s tired as he leans against the cool title wall and he thinks he might be dying, he’s in too much pain to grab his phone that is laying near the rest of his clothes to call for help.
Yoongi cries out as another wave of unbearable pain shoots through him. He feels pressure at the bottom of his pelvis like something is coming out. He pushes, bearing down on the pressure as it begins to move forward and out of his body. He wonders if he swallowed a bowling ball at this point. Is he shitting a tumor? He doesn’t know but he wants it out! He puts his hand down to see if he can grab the object and feels something soft and wet. He pulls his hand back and sees it’s covered in fluid and blood. He begins to panic.
“Wha…” He gasps while another cramp cuts through him. He breathes sharply through his nose and pushes again and then a loud splash echoes in the room. Yoongi hears the thing land in the toilet water with a soft splash. The relief is near instant and he finds himself leaning heavily against the wall as he catches his breath and slides off the toilet seat.
He sees that he’s bleeding, the trail of it covering the lip of the bowl. He thinks distantly that should grab his phone but first, he needs to see what the fuck was in his body. He’s trembling, somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks his body is probably going into shock due to the recent stress, but he pushes through. He’s expecting some sort of bloody alien or object sitting in the bloody water of the toilet and instead he finds…a baby.
Mindlessly, perhaps instinctively, Yoongi reaches for it, pulling the baby (a baby!) out of the bowl, and for a brief moment, he thinks that it’s dead, that he inevitably drowned a baby but as he holds it, it begins to move. It begins to cry, a high screeching sound that echoes against the cold tile and marble of the bathroom. Yoongi looks around, hoping to find something or someone that he could talk to, and confirm that he has a baby(a baby!) in his arms. That he…gave birth to. He holds the baby, shaky hands around its small head and back, and blearily notice the umbilical cord connected to its belly. He follows the length of the cord and sees that it ends inside of him.
Suddenly, he realizes what has happened: he gave birth. He gave birth to a baby. He has a baby.
Still, in a state of shock, he pulls the baby in close, resting its wet face into the corner of his neck and its back softly, doing his best to console the wailing child while his mind is racing. He needs to call for someone, a doctor, or the ambulance, something. The baby is still crying though softer now, lulled by the soft comfort Yoongi is giving. He looks around on the floor, finding his phone in his discarded pile of clothes while holding the baby. He grabs one of the shirts he was wearing and does his best to swaddle the baby. They must be cold.
Holding the baby close to his chest in one hand, Yoongi unlocks his phone barely taking notice of the notifications on his phone, and dials the most recent number.
Two rings and it connects: “Hyung! Did you see Hobi-hyung’s message about dinner tonight? You should really get out of the studio. Namjoon-hyung says that you haven’t left all day.” Jungkook says as a greeting. Yoongi can hear him smiling even over the speaker. “I even answered my phone for you! That alone should be a reason to celebrate, right?”
“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi says softly, not wanting to disturb the baby or put any more strain on his voice. “You need to call an ambulance.”
His favorite dongsaeng begins peppering him with questions. “Hyung?! What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you hurt?”
Yoongi closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall. “I’m in the Genius lab’s bathroom. I can’t explain what happened but I need an ambulance quickly.”
“We’re on our way now, hyung! Hold tight! Namjoon-hyung is calling the EMTs now!” Jungkook shouts over the receiver. “Don’t hang up, okay? Keep talking to me, hyung.”
Yoongi sighs, a wave of relief washing over him. “Okay…”
“Are you hurt? Can you tell me what happened?”
Yoongi thinks for a moment, looking down at the baby in his arms who looks up at him with small wide eyes. They stopped crying and were moving their arms around as if they were trying to communicate with Yoongi about what they thought about everything that happened. “I’m not…I’m not hurt? But I am bleeding.” He eventually replies. “I’m really tired, Jungkook.”
He hears Jungkook relay what he said to someone, probably Namjoon. “Hold on, hyung! We’re going to your floor, okay? We skipped the elevators.” That explains why his voice sounds echoey. Probably didn’t want to lose connection either. Smart kid. “ You gotta keep talking to me until we get there. Where are you bleeding? Did you hit your head?”
Yoongi traces a finger over the baby’s full cheek, taking in the soft details as he answers. “No, I didn’t hit my head but I definitely feel like I’m dreaming. The bleeding is coming from…my pubic area…” Yoongi twists his mouth in distaste but he doesn’t really want to say vagina to Jungkook. The boy would blush and he doesn’t want to embarrass him right now no matter how fun it is to make him squirm.
“What? Did someone - did someone hurt you, hyung?” Jungkook asks, his voice dropping into a soft tone. He sounds angry. That’s cute.
Yoongi giggles. “No, no one hurt me, Jungkook-ah…”
“Okay, ‘cause if they did, I’ll beat them up.” His baby dongsaeng says with no regrets.
He feels a rush of affection and then another twist in his gut, a faint twinge rolling through his body. He groans into the phone, unable to stop himself.
“Hyung? What happened?” Jungkook shouts over the phone. Yoongi doesn’t answer as another wave of pain hits him, though this time it’s weaker. He feels like he needs to push something out again and deliriously he thinks he is about to push out another baby. One push and then two more and he finally feels relief. Something was definitely pushed out of him but Yoongi is a little nervous to see what it is.
“We’re at your door, hyung. Try to stay still, okay? Namjoon-hyung says that the ambulance is on the way.” Yoongi distantly can hear the beeping of his keypad and the door opening.
“Hyung?” He hears Namjoon call for him.
Weakly, Yoongi calls back. “In here.”
He hears their footfalls as they get closer to the bathroom and watches as they enter, matching worried looks on their faces that morph into shock once they see him. He knows he looks like a bloody, gross mess but he’s just happy that he’s not alone.
“Hyung!” Jungkook cries out and rushes to his side, dropping his phone into his jacket pocket. “What…what happened?” His wide eyes take in the sight before him, his eyes only getting bigger as he takes in the scene.
“I had a baby,” Yoongi says looking down at the wiggling bundle in his lap. “I gave birth…”
“You were pregnant?” Namjoon asks with disbelief heavy in his voice.
“I guess.” Yoongi says, closing his eyes as he leans his head back against the wall, “I didn’t know.”
Jungkook tentatively reaches for the baby and pulls back the shirt to check on them, maybe to check to see if the baby was real. He looks over his shoulder to Namjoon, the look of worry etched across his face. “Hyung, I think he’s lost a lot of blood.”
“Hyung, how long have you been like this? Do you know?” Namjoon asks, stepping closer but not too close. “Jungkook, get some towels.” Jungkook nods and steps away to the small linen cabinet where the towels are stored. He comes back with two, pushing one of them in between Yoongi’s legs, the white dense fabric soaking up the blood that is slowly pouring out of his body. That’s probably concerning, Yoongi thinks.
Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t…hours?” He looks down at the tile, the blood splattered around him while Jungkook uses the second towel to wipe it away. How long has he been here? “I don’t know…I was working on some tracks when I started to get cramps and then I thought I was experiencing food poisoning or something.”
“That’s okay, hyung. Don’t worry about it.” Jungkook says, doing his best to soothe him. Such a good kid. Yoongi looks over to Namjoon
“Jungkook, you stay with Yoongi-hyung. I’m going to go wait for the ambulance and show them where to go, okay?” Namjoon says putting on his authoritative voice to hide his uneasiness, his usual warm honey skin looking pale under the fluorescent light. “Hyung, I’ll be back. I won’t be far. Just sit tight, okay?” He waits for a nod of acceptance from Yoongi before heading out to find the ambulance team.
“Don’t worry, hyung. I’ll be right here with you.” Jungkook says.
“Is the baby okay?” Yoongi asks, worried that maybe his eyes are tricking him and that the baby isn’t moving or alive.
“To my untrained eye, she looks good, hyung. You did a great job. We’ll let the medics take care of her when they get here.”
“She?” Yoongi asks.
Jungkook’s wide eyes look even wider when he blinks. “Uh, yeah? You didn’t see?”
“I didn’t look, I was preoccupied.” Yoongi retorts. “Plus, they might be like me.”
“Ah, that’s true,” Jungkook replies with a wince. “But yea definitely looks like a girl to me. Of course, the doctor can prove me wrong later.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi nods and rests his head back against the wall. “We’ll let the doctor tell us later.”
Jungkook nods in return before tapping Yoongi’s leg. “Yeah, sounds good but hyung, stay away okay? Keep your eyes open, yeah?”
Yoongi hums. “I’m awake, Jungkook-ah. I’m just really tired.” He releases a heavy sigh. “I did give birth today.”
“Yeah, yeah you did but you gotta stay away until EMT gets here, okay? They’ll want to ask questions.”
“‘Kay…” Yoongi says, his eyes still closed. He would like a nap, giving birth unexpectedly is exhausting. Distantly he thinks that giving birth, in general, is exhausting but the unexpectedness is probably even more exhausting. He feels Jungkook shake him awake.
“Hyung, the medics are here, okay? Stay awake.”
Yoongi grumbles. “I wasn’t sleeping…”
Two people in ambulance gear walk in soon after with Namjoon right behind him and immediately take charge, asking questions that Yoongi tries to answer the best he can while they check his blood pressure and look over the baby.
“Did you know that you were pregnant?” A young woman asks, her short dark brown hair pulled back by her cap. She introduced herself but Yoongi can’t remember her name now. She begins to place an IV into one of Yoongi’s veins on his hand.
“No, I thought I was having food poisoning.” He says while her partner gently takes the baby from his arms, speaking softly to the infant while rocking them back and forth. Both of them laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood at Yoongi’s remark.
“Must be some kind of food poisoning, Yoongi-ssi.” Her partner replies, looking over the infant who thankfully doesn’t cry as they check reflects and general conditions. “Your baby looks healthy but we’ll do a more thorough check at the hospital. Do you wanna cut the cord?” They offer Yoongi the scissors and he manages to cut it with little issue. They also tell Yoongi that he already pushed out the placenta, gently picking it up and placing it in a plastic bag for safekeeping. It’s then that he starts crying, the exhaustion hitting him harder now as the reality sets in that he just gave birth at his work’s bathroom and had no idea he was even pregnant.
Jungkook immediately comes to his aid, rubbing soothing hands up and down his arm and shoulder. “It’s okay, hyung. You’re gonna be okay.” He says softly. Namjoon is on the phone, talking quietly in the corner, the worried stressed expression on his face never leaving his face. Yoongi can feel that Namjoon wants to come over, to help soothe his tears but also he doesn’t want to get in the way of his care. Probably worried about crushing him or the baby with his big clumsy self. That thought alone makes Yoongi’s heart feel warm. He wipes away his tears.
“Joonie,” He says, holding out his hand to his friend. He just needs a touch, some reassurance from his long-time friend and the occasional lover. Namjoon reaches out and gently grabs his hand, holding it tight in his grasp while Namjoon does his best to hold back his own tears. They’re afraid. Afraid of what happened, afraid for Yoongi, afraid for the baby.
“You’re gonna be okay, hyung,” Namjoon says, his voice wet with the unshed tears. He swallows his fears down and gives a determined nod. “You’re gonna be okay.”
The medics pipe in to give their own reassurances to everyone as another teammate comes in with the gurney. Carefully, they load Yoongi up, give him a mask for his face for privacy, place the baby into his arms, who thankfully isn’t crying at the moment, and begin the process of taking Yoongi to the ambulance and to the hospital. Namjoon opens the door while Jungkook follows close behind the gurney until they reach the hallway and move to walk beside Yoongi. They are careful to walk to a safe location toward the back of the building, away from prying eyes.
They can see there are already paparazzi outside waiting for a chance to see what is going on. Namjoon is still on the phone, making the demand to have security out to control any crowds. “Jungkook-ah, you want to ride with hyung? I’ll meet you at the hospital as soon as I can. I still need to talk to people to get this under control.” Jungkook nods, not needing to be told twice as he gets inside the ambulance.
As they get Yoongi and the baby situated inside, hooking up machines and IV drips, checking Yoongi’s heart and blood pressure, Yoongi can’t stop looking at the baby in his arms.
She’s cute, with big round cheeks, a short little button nose, and pretty little petal lips. Her eyes remind him of his own but maybe a little wider. Her tuff of dark hair is partly damp, sticking up in all directions, making her look like a mad scientist. She is very pink but Yoongi thinks that might be the residual blood from the birth. She has all ten of her fingers and toes. She’s perfect and beautiful and Yoongi didn’t know about her this entire time but he’s already in love.
“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi says softly as the doors close and the ambulance begins to move. “I have a daughter.”
He looks over to see Jungkook nodding as a few tears fall. “Yeah, hyung,” He replies, the words getting caught in his throat. “She’s beautiful.” He wipes away the tears from his cheeks. “You should probably think of a name.”
Oh, he hadn’t thought about that. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll need one.” He looks down at the baby, softly brushing the wild tuft of dark hair down with his fingers. She gives him a big yawn which makes him smile. So cute.
“Hyung.” Jungkook calls for him.
“Hm.”
Jungkook pauses for a moment before asking. “Do you know who the father is?”
Oh, he hadn’t thought about that either. “Um…” He looks up, darting his eyes around the truck, catching eyes with one of the medics who is doing their best to not be involved in the conversation but who is definitely listening. “I don’t know.” Is the answer he lands on. “But it’s definitely one of you.”
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