Chapter Text
The sun was starting to rise, peeking over the tops of the fir trees that were still covered in powdery snow, glistening in the light like crystals. The snow didn’t melt even under the light of the sun, she shone down almost harshly, the white grown reflecting her light and brightening the day but the temperatures were cold and freezing. The lakes were frozen, only the rivers were still trailing down the mountains and through the valley slowly, freezing cold but thankfully fresh and clean.
Namjoon woke up to the room painted in a faint, orange light, feeling warm and cozy beneath the blankets and furs thrown over his frame. His eyes fell onto the body pressed against his chest, tightening his loose hold slightly and smiling contently as he snuggled closer and nuzzled to other’s neck, receiving a faint, sleepy hum in return as the smaller shifted slightly before he settled down again to continue sleeping.
The younger was still smiling brightly, moving his hand back and forth in a soothing petting motion, feeling stretched but soft skin underneath his fingertips as he sneaked his hands under his mate’s loose shirt, the sensations sending a rush of butterflies through his whole body. He just couldn’t get enough of feeling Yoongi’s belly, big and round after nine months or pregnancy. He was due any day now, Seokjin had already said so and Yoongi often said he could feel it in his bones, how their child was trying to get out.
Of course Namjoon was beyond ecstatic about the birth of their first little pup but he was also a bit sad he wouldn’t see Yoongi like this anymore, almost glowing throughout his whole pregnancy, skin so, so soft, cheeks more chubby than before and waddling around with his big belly. The younger loved it although he felt bad for his mate whenever he whined about his aching back and swollen feet, the never ending hunger and food carvings, the morning sickness and the kicking - oh my - the kicking. Namjoon had almost fainted the first time Yoongi had gasped loudly, putting both hands on his belly and holding his breath. The younger had rushed to his side in an instant, dropping everything else and swarming around him, worried out of his mind but the black-haired had just grabbed his hand and put it onto his smaller belly then, both of the waiting silently and Namjoon had shrieked upon feeling something, presumably a small foot, kicking against his hand.
Everyone had been hogging Yoongi after that, Jungkook and Taehyung especially eager to feel the baby’s kicking, always having a hand on the older’s stomach and almost cheering whenever they felt the smallest movement.
“You’re gonna get a little hyperactive fighter,” Hoseok had teased at one point when Yoongi had pleaded the child to just please keep still so he could sleep, earning himself a unamused glare from the black-haired.
Namjoon knew it was straining on the older but he was just so, so happy that finally, after almost four years of trying, they had finally succeeded. Yoongi had almost given up by his seventh heat without result but his mate had asked him to please try one last time and they were both so glad they did. Once they realized Yoongi’s smell and therefore hormones shifting they had started hoping for more until finally the morning sickness kicked in. They had cried in each other’s arms, the younger beyond overprotective and not letting his mate lift anything anymore. He did all of the hard work, nagging at the older whenever he tried to do something taxing. He swarmed around him all day long and would never leave his side, wrapping himself around him during the night like a protective blanket. Whenever they went out to hunt or run he’s almost made Yoongi lie beneath him while he guarded the area with watchful eyes, ready to pounce onto anything that was approaching although they were living far off the next pack and a few miles away from the next small village.
The older was a bit fed up with his overbearing protectiveness and managed to get him to let loose after a few weeks of coaxing but he understood where to older was coming from. It was in his genes to protect after all and now his mate was pregnant, that just screamed for an overprotective alpha.
At least the rest of the pack managed to calm him down, helping him with guarding Yoongi and looking after the only omega in the pack. Thankfully they were close enough that Namjoon didn’t regard them as a threat to his mate and still let them close though he sometimes snapped at the younger ones when he had the feeling they were getting too rowdy.
It was a new experience for all of them, having a pregnant omega around them and sometimes they were surprised how much it changed Yoongi, his behavior and his scent. The younger ones were naturally more drawn to him, often found cuddling up to him, wanting hugs and pettings from the older who gave those to them without complaining while they napped or stroked his belly carefully. He had such a warm, soothing and almost motherly aura all around him, he was simply so relaxing to be around and he seemed a lot softer than his usual gruffness. They were all eager to help him in any way they could, feeling the same sort of protectiveness over him as his alpha did even when it was just a squirrel that got too close to the omega when they were outside.
“Joonie?” Yoongi hummed sleepily, the younger perking up from his daydream and shuffling even closer. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asked in a soft murmur, stroking the other’s hair back lovingly, getting a small sigh in return. “How are you feeling?” he asked, Yoongi struggling to turn onto his back to he helped him gently, one hand immediately back to stroking his belly. “Sore,” the older whined quietly. “Feels like I’m gonna pop any moment.”
Namjoon chuckled. “You’re not gonna pop, sweetheart.”
Yoongi pouted, tugging on the younger’s shirt as if to pull him even closer. “Kiss me,” he demanded with a pout, the other complying and leaning over his mate who sighed in a satisfied manner, connecting their lips to a sweet kiss.
“Hi,” Namjoon breathed once he leaned back again, Yoongi rolling his eyes with a small huff but had to smile nevertheless. “Hi yourself,” he said and pushed at his mate’s shoulder. “Hungry?” the latter asked, the black-haired nodding his head. “Come on, I’ll help you.”
The blond stood up and moved over to Yoongi’s side of the bed, gently helping him to sit up and giving him a few moments to adjust before pulling him down from the bed, keeping his arms around his waist until he was steady on his own legs. They slowly walked to the kitchen, the older waddling slightly and keeping one hand on his belly. Jungkook and Seokjin were seated at the table, smiling up at the pair while Jimin stood at the stove and was cooking something.
“How you’re feeling?” Jungkook asked with a grin once Yoongi was seated in a chair and leaned back against the wall with a small groan. “Gonna kick you in the nuts, brat,” Yoongi huffed without opening his eyes, the youngest laughing into his cup of hot chocolate. “I see.”
Seokjin shook his head with a soft smile at the interaction, Yoongi perking up as he caught a whiff of meat sizzling in a pan, almost salivating at the thought of eating it in a few minutes and whining when it took longer than expected. “Joon, hurry up, I’m getting devoured from the inside,” he called, waving his hand in a beckoning motion as if that would sped up the process.
“What?” Taehyung asked as he stepped into the kitchen, eyes falling onto the starving omega. “Oh, okay.”
“No, not okay!” Yoongi whined. “That beast ‘s gonna eat me, I swear I eat double from everything but it’s still not enough.”
“You’ll be raising a second Jungkook,” the beta joked, said male scrunching up his nose. “I don’t eat that much,” the youngest complained, Taehyung laughing at him like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. “When you’re in the kitchen unattended we have no food left afterwards,” he said, patting the younger’s back almost comfortingly.
“I’m hungryyy!” Yoongi wailed, voice cracking in the middle and groaning loudly as he finally got a plate of meat, probably drooling a bit but they had all learned not to get in between Yoongi and his food. It was like he was suddenly eating for an entire family, wolfing down everything that was put in front of him. They had gaped at him the first time he had devoured an entire young deer by himself - he had snarled at everyone who had tried to approach him -, looking at them innocently and liking his bloody muzzle afterwards like he was waiting for more. Namjoon had to step up his game a bit hunt more game than before, the others helping to feed his seemingly always half starved omega.
By now no one minded the black-haired’s eating habits anymore after a few teasing comments had made him cry before, Namjoon snarling at Taehyung and Jungkook who had quickly backed down and apologized, shocked to see the omega cry about something which he would have commented with a snarky remark before but now he sometimes reacted very differently just because his hormones were all over the place and he was a lot more sensitive. A few times the smell of food had made him sick although he had loved to eat it just the day before.
Hoseok stumbled into the kitchen a while later as well, happy to get his plate of food only to see Yoongi looking at him with piercing eyes so he quickly changed his mind and gave the omega his plate and waited for the next batch.
The day went by as usual, Yoongi sleeping most of the time on the couch or his nest which he had built over the duration of his pregnancy and no one else - sometimes not even Namjoon - was allowed to touch it, occasionally moving around or groaning from time to time because of his back while everyone else did whatever called for their attention.
“You have to be prepared,” Seokjin said as he did the dishes, Namjoon drying them off next to him. “I think it’s about time, he could go into labour any moment.”
“I know,” the younger said, drying off another plate. “I’m a bit anxious though,” he admitted, the older smiling sympathetically. “Of course you are. I think we all are but you have to be there for Yoongi. I can only imagine how taxing childbirth is going to be for him.”
Namjoon hummed softly. “I just hope everything goes fine.”
“We’ll all be there to help,” Seokjin said softly. “It’ll be fine.”
“You okay there, Yoongi?” Hoseok asked, the omega looking up at him. “Huh?”
“This is the fifth time you’ve moved around in the last hour, usually you’d just sleep for hours straight. You okay?” the slightly younger asked again, the three others on the couch looking up as well, the omega looking at the floor, one hand on the wall to steady himself and the other on his belly, rubbing back and forth. “Yeah, ‘s fine,” he mumbled, making another trip to the bathroom before lying down in his nest again, sleeping for about half an hour and rubbing his belly to try and sooth the cramping sensation. He rolled from side to side with some difficulties, unable to find a comfortable position and sighing for the hundreds time.
Namjoon came by to check on him from time to time, giving him kisses and cuddles and whispering sweet words into his ears, getting everything his mate asked for in a small voice.
It was about late afternoon and everyone had noticed that Yoongi was more restless than usual, shuffling around and seeming unable to keep still for longer periods of time but that was to be expected the closer he got to actual childbirth. They all kept an eye on him just to be sure nothing bad would happen and it was Jungkook who happened to sit next to Yoongi at the table as the omega suddenly latched onto the young alpha’s shirt with a death grip, nails almost piercing into his skin. The younger flinched slightly in surprise and looked over to see Yoongi had abandoned his plate of food and looked ghostly pale, eyes wide and looking like he was holding his breath.
Jungkook haze wandered over him, worried for the older and seeing that his shorts had gotten wet. He needed a moment, not really understanding but deciding to act nonetheless. “Namjoon?” he called carefully, not wanting to startle the omega. The older poked his head into the kitchen a moment later, immediately by his mate’s side and eyes widening as he saw what was going on, at first not quite sure but still worried. “Sweetheart,” he called softly. “You okay? Can stand up for me?”
Yoongi made an unsure sound in the back of his throat, not moving an inch so Namjoon did most of the work, lifting Yoongi so he was standing and the older whimpered, legs almost buckling and clinging to his mate, the dark patch trailing further down until they could see the clear fluid on his lower legs that were not covered by his pants.
“Oh… oh, oh,” Namjoon said softly, holding his mate up. “I… I-I think his water just broke,” he said slowly as the trail of fluid didn’t let up, Jungkook’s eyes growing wide. “Shit, really?” he asked, quickly standing up and hovering around the couple but unsure of what to do to help.
“Yoongi,” Namjoon called softly. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. That’s your water, it’s okay. Are you hurting?”
The omega sniffled a bit into his alpha’s chest but shook his head. “Okay then we’ll clean you up and after that you can lie down, okay?” Namjoon asked, getting another faint nod from his mate. He and Jungkook helped the older to the bathroom, everyone growing a bit anxious after having heard the news from the youngest once he had settled in the living room again.
“S-sorry… just…… t-that was unexpected,” Yoongi mumbled softly, having to hold onto Namjoon so his legs wouldn’t buckle while the older cleaned him up once the trail of water had stopped.
“Nothing to worry about,” the alpha said with a smile. “You scared me for a moment though.”
Yoongi smiled sheepishly. “I thought I had peed my pants but then it wouldn’t stop and I kinda freaked out a bit.”
Namjoon chuckled and shook his head, taking his time to pamper the older, massaging his feet for him afterwards and drying his hair, applying some scented oil to his back to help with the aches. They were in the middle of getting the black-haired dressed in a pair of boxers and a loose white shirt that almost looked like a dress on him since it was Namjoon’s as the omega suddenly doubled over and groaned, holding his stomach with a pained expression.
“What, what, what? What’s wrong?!” Namjoon asked frantically, holding the younger up and stroking his back, heart up in his throat. “I-I think I’mAah s-starting contractions- fuck,” Yoongi hissed, trying to take deep breaths before he could stand up straight again, face slightly flushed.
“Already?” the younger asked with big eyes, never letting go of his mate.
“I… I think if had them since yesterday. I thought they were just normal cramps because of the baby,” Yoongi admitted quietly, holding onto his mate’s shirt who needed a moment to gather his thoughts back together.
“O-Okay let’s just… let’s just get you to lie down first,” he said, trying to figure out how to go about from now on. “Bed?” he asked but Yoongi shook his head. “Nest.”
“Oh my, oh my,” Namjoon whispered as if he was trying to calm himself down. Omegas preferred their nest for childbirth and he was so not ready for any of that, helping his mate to slowly make his way back to his nest and get settled, fussing all over him and making sure everything was warm and soft and cozy.
“Everything okay?” Seokjin asked as he came closer, blinking in surprise and halting in his steps as Namjoon growled lowly for a moment before he shook his head and waved his hand. “Sorry just… I’m… um… I think he’s starting labour like… um… right now?” he asked more than said, everyone perking up at that but Seokjin told them to stay put.
“Any pain yet, Yoongi?” he asked, still not coming closer. Yoongi shook his head, looking beyond sleepy. “Nothing big yet,” he said quietly, Namjoon immediately cooing and stroking his hair, tugging the blankets and furs higher and coddling his mate who closed his eyes and promptly fell asleep.
“Okay I’ll go and prepare something he can eat, I think this is going to be a long night,” Seokjin said, retreating back to the kitchen.
“Is he okay?” Jimin asked from the couch, following the elder’s advice and staying away for now. They didn’t want to stress the two any more than necessary after all. “I think he had one stronger contraction just now but otherwise he seems fine,” Namjoon mumbled, still stroking the elder’s hair lovingly.
Yoongi woke up and ate the food Seokjin had prepared about three hours later and went back to sleep, not looking like he was feeling any sort of pain except for occasional whinces. Everyone went to sleep later on, Namjoon staying with his mate of course, hugging him close and soothing him whenever he woke up during the night, whining softly and rubbing his stomach. He didn’t react to most of the few contractions during the night until the early morning during breakfast, groaning and taking a few deep breaths with closed eyes before the pain let up.
Namjoon was a nervous wreck, jumping every time Yoongi made the slightest noise, glued to his side at all times and a bit more snappish than usual towards everyone else. They were all trying to help the omega to the best of their abilities, asking if he wanted more pillows or water or another blanket or anything else. He managed to get Namjoon to take him outside for a few minutes to take a walk around the cabin because Yoongi felt the need to move around so they bundled the omega up in the warmest clothes possible and Namjoon took him outside for a while only to come rushing back inside fifteen minutes later after Yoongi had two contractions in a row.
They moved back to the nest, contractions now coming more often and seemingly more intense, leaving Yoongi holding his breath and groaning loudly, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Is it coming already?” Namjoon asked with big eyes, watching his mate anxiously but the latter shook his head, sucking in some deep breaths afterwards and trying to relax as much as possible. “Not yet,” he said with a hoarse voice, chest heaving slightly.
The day went on, contractions now coming every five to ten minutes and it really took a toll on Yoongi’s body. He hadn’t moved much since they had come back inside from their small walk, only eating bits and pieces in between when he felt like he’d actually be able to stomach the food.
The others came by to check on them, not touching Yoongi but trying to give him a small boost by cheering on him and comforting him. The omega just smiled weakly at their efforts, body tired and in pain.
In the late afternoon Yoongi was in even more pain during the contractions that seemed to last longer by now, gasping for air and moaning in pain, throwing his head from side to side and trying to move away but it didn’t help. Some tears ran down his cheek occasionally, Namjoon looking he was feeling the pain with him, trying to sooth his poor mate to the best of his abilities, stroking his sweaty hair back and whispering comforting words into his ear.
“F-fuck, make it stop,” Yoongi wailed, writhing around and groaning once the pain let up again, breathing heavily.
Jungkook peeked over the backrest of the couch, looking mildly horrified about what was happening to the older, listening to his wails and cries. “Damn, I didn’t know labour would be that painful,” Taehyung said, looking a bit pale and worried as well.
“It fine though, right? It’s supposed to be like that, right? This is normal, right?” Jungkook asked, voice in a higher pitch than usual and slightly frantic. None of them had any experience with childbirth except for Seokjin so it was understandable that they were worried.
“It is normal but we have to keep an eye on him nonetheless,” Seokjin reassured, patting the young alpha’s head comfortingly as yet another wail escaped Yoongi’s mouth and made him flinch.