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“Fucks sake.”
Namjoon cursed, putting a hand over his heart and closing his eyes for a second to collect himself.
“Don’t scare me like that.”
Seokjin only hummed while coming closer.
“You’re the one sitting in the dark, creeping out of the bed,” he murmured, slumping down on the bar stool next to him and leaning heavily into his side. Namjoon leaned back, into the sleepwarm body of his alpha.
They were quiet for a second, Seokjin with his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, his eyes closed. The omega went back to his tablet, continuing what he had been doing before.
“Why are you up in the middle of the night?” Seokjin asked eventually, his arms having slipped around the others waist. Secure. And warm. Albeit a bit skinny for his liking, comeback season making them all slim down. Something he understood on a professional level but on an instinctual level, as an alpha, he didn’t like it on his omega.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Hm.”
“I am not nervous,” Namjoon chuckled, moving the pen on the tablet swiftly.
“Hm. Sure.”
“It’s not my first speech.”
“I know,” Seokjin sighed and did straighten up a bit.
“Oh,” he puffed out, looking down on their kitchen island where the tablet laid open, “you’re really not working on your speech.”
“You know my speech has been written, approved and rehearsed a long time ago.”
“Still,” the alpha mumbled but he was absent now, his mind occupied by the image on the screen.
“Is that the new draw up for the house?”
“Yeah,” Namjoon replied and this time it was him leaning more into his partner, angling the tablet, “Hobi sent it over earlier. It has the adjustments we spoke about.”
It honestly looked the same to Seokjin as it did the last five times he’s seen it, but Namjoon and Hoseok had been fine tuning their pack house for so long, it was a surprise they couldn’t draw it out of memory by now. They probably could.
He draped an arm over Namjoon’s shoulder, pressing a kiss into the omega’s hair. The blonde strands were diluted into a brown colour because apparently, you couldn’t speak at international business conferences with highlights in your hair.
“Tell me about it.”
Namjoon loooved chatting about the house. Half of it was anticipation because they had been talking about it for years until they finally started to actually make it happen. The other half was him loving the idea of finally being close to each other again but without getting cabin fevers. Three floors. Communal living quarters. Separated sleep quarters. A big garden. Rooftop. Lots of security features. Privacy. So much privacy. Within the house and outside the house.
“…-and we could solve the issue with the staircase leading into one of the living quarters by diverting it to an entirely different part. And we added more smaller rooms here and there. One for us, so hyung and me can each have a studio space, even though it takes from our living room and the arts chamber without light Taehyung wanted and, uh, the attachment to Jiminies room, as a nursery before they use one of the other rooms.”
His voice only hitched a little bit and Seokjin was proud. His hand moved from his shoulder to the omegas back, rubbing soft circles into it.
“Sounds really good.”
“You don’t really care,” Namjoon huffed.
“I do,” Seokjin replied with a laugh, kissing the others temple, leaving his lips there, “just not in detail. And not in the middle of the night.”
“Hmpf,” Namjoon made but let the alpha pull him more into his body.
“Let’s go to bed, yeah? Make sure you get enough sleep before your big speech in front of all the greedy Asian businessmen?”
“They’re not all greedy,” Namjoon pouted but let himself be pulled up. Seokjin put the omega in front of him and shuffled them both back towards their bedroom. They were quiet when they snuck in, but Yoongi still opened his eyes slightly.
“You left me alone to die in the cold.”
His eyes were closed before he finished the sentence, but he did kick the blanket in a way that could mean he wanted someone to come closer. He just didn’t have the energy to open it properly.
Namjoon chuckled and easily slid in next to him, Seokjin following close, pressing into his back.
“Thank you for taking care of the house. Providing a home,” he said, kissing the others shoulder.
“Always, hyungs. Always.”
-//-
Seokjin wanted to put his switch down as soon as he heard the door opening. He didn’t, but he could basically feel his ears perking up, listening to the sounds. Holly hopped off from the couch and padded to the door. There was shuffling with shoes and rustling from jackets being put away. Then padded footsteps, soft from worn socks.
“Hey hyung.”
“Hi Joon-ah,” finally, Seokjin put his switch away and looked up. Namjoon looked tired but soft. All stress and worry-lines from this morning gone and only a relived smile left. His sharp suit was more rustled as well, the tie missing and his button-down just a tiny bit untucked. Cute.
“How was it?” Seokjin asked, putting his arm against the headrest of the couch, turning towards the omega. Who took the invite for what it was.
“It went well,” he said, getting rid of his suit jacket and tucking himself into Seokjin’s side. The alpha could feel him relaxing, scenting him softly.
“I’ve seen lots on insta. You looked very proper.”
“Hyung,” Namjoon chuckled.
“Lots of fancy words. I understood the word army and BTS. And bibimpap.”
“So, the important bits.”
“Exactly.”
Seokjin looked up when Yoongi entered the open plan living room.
“Hi,” the other alpha mumbled and came forward to press a kiss on Seokjin’s lips before sitting down on the coffee table in front of them.
“How was your day?” Yoongi asked, knowing very well that Seokjin had been lurking around, trying not to be anxious about being home alone. Yoongi tapped his foot and Jin tapped back.
“I gamed. I ate. I slept.”
“Perfect day then,” Namjoon loosened his hold and lifted his head from the others neck. He kept Seokjin’s arm around his shoulder though.
“I basically did the same,” Yoongi joked.
“Our hero chaperone.”
At that, Namjoon rolled his eyes and straightened up.
“That wasn’t necessary.”
“But?”
“But appreciated. Thanks, hyung. But really not necessary for you to sit in a car all day.”
“It was nothing.”
It really wasn’t. At this point, it was second nature for them to accompany one another, even if it was a solo schedule. Being a keynote speaker at a business summit was pretty nerve-wrecking and even though none of the members were allowed to be seen, there was nothing stopping Yoongi just hanging around nearby. If it was in the car park, close enough for emergencies, far enough away from cameras, no one needed to know. Or that he pulled the short draw with Seokjin last night on who had to chaperone. Not that Namjoon needed to know (even though he probably did).
“Right,” the omega stood up, “I am gonna wash away the panic sweat and get into something comfortable.”
He pointedly looked at Yoongi, who hadn’t bothered to change out of the sweats from the morning when they were leaving the house.
Namjoon hadn’t even properly left the room before Yoongi took his place, stretching right along Seokjin’s body like a cat.
“Thank you for going with him,” the older closed his other arm around him as well.
“It really wasn’t a big thing. Got lots of paperwork done. Called your mom.”
“Call your own mum.”
Yoongi laughed.
“Yeah, but yours was very adamant about some of your families fancy furniture to make it into our future living quarters and as you don’t talk to her about it, one of us had to.”
So, Yoongi drew two short draws. Poor him.
“I am sure you made her very happy by doing so.”
“Hm.”
They were quiet for a moment.
“What’s on your mind?”
Yoongi had that face, the one he made when he had knowledge that he wanted to talk about something but not knew how. Tenderly, Seokjin rubbed his arm.
“Namjoonie wants to get off the Flemox.”
Without meaning to, Seokjin drew a harsh breath.
“I told him no. That we would find other solutions.”
If they were other solutions. But this one clearly wasn’t it.
“How did he take it?”
The omega didn’t seem mad, when he came in. That sounded like a discussion where one would clearly be mad afterwards.
“Well, I phrased it differently,” Yoongi chuckled humourlessly, “said we support him in his decisions, but I would like him to consult doctors and I would personally don’t feel good about it.”
“Aiming at his compassionate side, smart move.”
“Dirty move.”
“Whatever gets the jobs done.”
“The thing is,” Yoongi heaved himself out of the other alphas arms too look at him, “because Jungkookie is busy rehearsing with you tomorrow, it’s going to be Joon who accompanies Jiminie to his appointment.”
This time, the breath he drew was quieter, but it churned his inside in just the same way. He pulled Yoongi back in.
“We’ll both be here in the evening. Let’s do something fun. We need a distraction.”
“I don’t know if that’s actually gonna work, hyung.”
“I know,” it pained Seokjin to say, and to know, “but let’s try.”
-//-
In all fairness, Namjoon dropped Jimin off in front of his flat with a smile and a buckload of good wishes and to do lists and well-meaning happiness until he closed his own front door behind him, starring at the shoes he needed to get off in order to step inside. The task seemed impossibly.
“Joon-ah?” Yoongi popped his head around the corner from the kitchen. Namjoon looked at him. Looked at his shoes. Looked back at Yoongi. And broke out in tears.
“Oh no,” the alphas hurried over, crouching down in front of Namjoon, who had crumpled into a squat.
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon heaved, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t cry. It’s so stupid.”
“It’s not stupid,” Yoongi mumbled, trying to pry Namjoon’s hands off his face but gave up eventually. Instead, he helped get his shoes off.
“Come. Get inside. I have hot chocolate ready.”
For whatever reasons, that made the sobbing worse. It took half the mug of hot chocolate, three blankets around him and a purring Yoongi at his neck to stop the tears.
“Sorry. That was an embarrassingly hormonal response,” he whispered eventually, drying his face with his sleeves.
“There is no such thing.”
“Please let me have that excuse to save some dignity.”
Yoongi huffed, pressing a kiss against Namjoon’s cheek.
“It was a tough day. You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”
“You sound like my therapist.”
“Do you want me to say something different?”
Namjoon genuinely contemplated for a second. And then shook his head. Yoongi pressed a kiss against his shoulder and soothingly rubbed his arm up and down.
“Please don’t tell Jimin-ah.”
“You know I won’t. Neither of us will,” Yoongi’s response was quiet, earnest. Technically, Namjoon knew they wouldn’t, but he had an irrational fear that Jimin will catch wind somehow and then treat him like glass for the foreseeable future by diminishing his own happiness. Him and his fertility issues. And he didn’t want that. Jimin deserved the whole palette of happiness available.
“We can make another appointment with Dr. Kim.”
It took effort to not scoff. Instead, he leaned his head back against the couch and turned it to the side, mirroring Yoongi, who watched him like this, his hand still a comforting weight on his arm.
“His answers won’t change, no matter how often we ask or how many blood samples he takes.”
Low reproductive activities, low hormone levels, low number of eggs, low chances of conceiving the normal way anyway and that was without the stress of his job, his anti-depressants, his inability to maintain a regular heat schedule and his age. It had all the characteristics of an inadequate omega that he desperately tried not to associate with. He knew it was a bad idea to get off his anti-depressants that helped him stabilise and provided the ability to fucking sleep at night after military but he wouldn’t mind upping his chances by some points. Just a tiny bit. Maybe that was all he needed.
“It doesn’t have to be now,” Yoongi murmured, his hand moving down to Namjoon’s, grabbing his hand loosely, “we have time.”
“I am not getting younger. It’d be a geriatric pregnancy.”
“No one calls it that anymore. You’re not that old. Geriatric pregnancies don’t start until 35.”
“Not helping, hyung.”
But at least there was the shadow of a smile around the corner of his mouth. Yoongi sighed, making sure to keep eye contact.
“I know it would be convenient now, because we made the adjustments in our schedule for Jiminie but it doesn’t mean it has to happen now. We have many more years to try.”
“But what if we don’t?”
Taking their intertwined hands to his lips, he kissed the back of Namjoon’s hand.
“Then we’ll deal with it. Together.”
Because they wanted this. Kids. All three of them. Neither one was doubting. Which made this a whole thing lot harder. Namjoon had been off birth control for five years. They wouldn’t die without children, but. It would be nice. To have the choice.
“You will not belie-…oh,” Seokjin crashed into the living room, full of energy from his concert rehearsals, coat still on and a bag of food in his hands. He picked up on the mood in the room immediately.
“I’m okay,” Namjoon said without prompting.
Seokjin sighed. He dropped his bag and his coat on the spot and took to Namjoon’s other side.
“Of course you are,” he answered and kissed his cheek, his arm coming around both of them.
-//-
“I’m not pregnant.”
Hoseok burst out laughing and clapped Seokjin on his back.
“It’d be pretty dope if you were.”
Which was hitting a bit too close to him. Quickly, Seokjin closed the paper bag the other had handed him on the way out.
“It’s for Namjoonie.”
“Hob-ah…”
“Trust me. I have a gut feeling.”
He did trust Hoseok as his pack alpha but he wasn’t sure if he did when it came down to this.
“I know you guys don’t talk about this with us,” and Hoseok did well in hiding the hint of disappointment in his voice that Seokjin heard nonetheless, “but I know.”
No, you don’t, Seokjin thought, but didn’t say out loud, because he didn’t want to seem ungrateful.
Thankfully it wasn’t Namjoon who found the paper bag with the pregnancy test stuffed deep, deep in his rehearsal bag later in the evening but Yoongi. Although, thinking about it, it wasn’t that much better. Only by a margin.
The thing with Yoongi was, that he could hold an entire conversation without moving his face. At all.
“I didn’t buy it,” Seokjin sighed, closing the bedroom door. Yoongi continued to get clothes out of the bag, probably preparing a washing machine, the paper bag pointedly placed right next to him.
“Hoseokie has a gut feeling.”
“Well, Hoseokie can keep his stupid gut feeling.”
Which did make Seokjin chuckle. He sat down on the bed, watching his mate rummaging around the various bags on the floor they hadn’t properly emptied because Seokjin and Namjoon were slobs and hadn’t picked up after themselves in a while.
“Do you have a gut feeling?” he asked eventually. It was enough to make Yoongi pause in the middle of sorting through Namjoon’s worn hoodies of the last couple of days. Secretly, he always suspected Yoongi to like shifting through their scents a tiny bit too much but neither of them called him out on it.
Carefully, he folded a sweater in his lap.
“I don’t know if I can trust my own gut feeling at this point.”
Which, fair.
Before Seokjin could answer, the door opened. Lots of people would have found it awkward to find their partners in bits of laundry and an obviously stilled conversation but the three of them were long passed any awkwardness.
“What did I miss?” Namjoon simply asked, his expression open and unassuming.
“Hob-ah bought you a pregnancy test.”
Yoongi said this nonchalant, but he did keep an eye on Namjoon for any negative reaction.
“Oh,” the omega made, stepping properly into the room, “for either one of you, or…?”
Which made Seokjin chuckle and Yoongi sigh.
“What did he say this time?”
“Gut feeling,” Seokjin replied, grabbing the paper bag from next to Yoongi and handed it to Namjoon.
“Right-...”
“You don’t have to,” Yoongi was quick to intercept. His hands were still fiddling with the sweater.
“Might as well,” Namjoon sighed and headed towards the bathroom.
“Should we-…?”
“Please don’t watch me pee, thanks! Boundaries!”
“Boundaries, he says,” Seokjin mumbled and plucked the sweater out of Yoongi’s hand, just to annoy him. Sadly, the other alpha didn’t take the bait.
Namjoon took longer in the ensuite bathroom than strictly necessary which told them enough about him faking his bravado.
When he exited, he held the stick as far away as possible as if it was poisonous. Yoongi took it and stuffed it between the pages of a newspaper that was sticking out of Namjoon’s suitcase from Japan.
“Remind me to throw that out…” Seokjin chuckled and grabbed Namjoon’s still outstretched hands to pull him onto the bed. Yoongi set a timer on his phone and joined them immediately.
“So,” Namjoon cleared his throat, staring at the ceiling, “your rehearsal looked fun.”
“It was,” Seokjin answered lightly, his thump caressing the omegas hand that was still in his. Yoongi curled into Namjoon from the other side.
“Jungkookie and Hobi are being my backup dancers for super tuna.”
They chatted idly, trying to maintain normalcy while their hearts were racing. When the alarm on Yoongi’s phone rang, none of them moved.
“Rock, paper, scissor?” Seokjin asked.
Which broke the tension and they all laughed quietly.
Seokjin lost and looked at the pregnancy test between the newspaper.
It was negative.
-//-
Namjoon and Yoongi watched Seokjin’s encore concerts from the safety of the omega’s flat. They had friends over the first night and just bumped about on the second.
Yoongi was drowsing with his head in the omegas lap by the time Seokjin made it home. Holly was curled around his side, squeezing between the couch and him. Namjoon looked up from his comic and raised his eyebrows when the alpha entered with an unusual energy.
The last couple of days were a whirlwind of movie video shooting, rehearsal, some run content and individual projects. They started feeling the strain of being an idol again and that was without any personal things taken into account.
“Pack your bags,” he ordered, dropping his own on the spot, “we’re going fishing tomorrow.”
And with that, he turned on his heel and left for the shower. With an open mouth, Namjoon stared at the spot his alpha just stood.
“We’ doin’ what now?” Yoongi rumbled from his lap, turning deeper into the softness that was Namjoon.
“Fishing.”
“Hmpfr.”
“Didn’t sound negotiable.”
“Hmp.”
“Love you too, hyung,” Namjoon chuckled, stroking Yoongi’s hair softly.
-//-
Namjoon was trying desperately to stay awake in the car on the way down to Seokjin’s lake property, but it was a near impossible task.
“You can sleep, you know,” Seokjin mumbled from the driver’s seat, his eyes on the road. The sun was barely peaking up along the horizon.
“Not fair to you,” Namjoon answered, pulling his hood closer around his neck, shivering a bit. Autumn was in full bloom with more cold than warm days. Yoongi was dead asleep in the back seat, Holly snuffling next to him in his little basket they used for drives.
“I dragged you out of bed, very early,” Seokjin reached over and rubbed his arm. Namjoon took his hand instead.
“It was good thinking. We needed a change of scenery.”
“Yeah,” Seokjin sighed and looked fondly through the rearview mirror at Yoongi, who turned in his seat, his eyes remaining close, “I think so too.”
They arrived at the little bungalow less than two hours after leaving Seoul. It was the first property Seokjin bought from his big boy money, even before he purchased luxury apartments for his parents and him. It only had one bedroom and an open plan living room with a kitchen. The house was secondary though. What actually drew him in was the lake attached to it. He bought the whole goddamn grounds, house and lake included. It was his escape ever since, slowing transforming it into a place to meet his friends or to bring his mates.
They had stopped at a convenience store in the last town over and did breakfast there before they unloaded the car. Yoongi had brought a coffee machine early on and they were all glad for it. Before they knew it, they were out on the big patio that was connected to the lake, in three deck camping chairs (the fancy kinds) with two fishing ropes in the water next to each other, all huddled in warm jackets, beanies and thermos full of coffee.
Seokjin could burst with happiness.
“Love you too,” Yoongi mumbled next to him with a chuckle, his face barely visible between a beanie and a scarf, absorbing the happy pheromones his mate was emitting.
“Everything is so much more peaceful out here.”
“Hard not to, considering no one but us is allowed to be here,” Namjoon added, not looking up from his book that was resting on his knee, Holly snuggled in his lap.
“And considering it’s not even 10am”, Yoongi hooked his fishing pole onto the fancy camping chairs they splurged on ages ago and leaned back, “why are we never allowed to arrive after lunch again?”
“Because then the best part of the day is gone.”
“The best part is when I am actually awake.”
“And here I thought the best parts are happening when we’re in bed,” Namjoon piped in.
“But usually not while sleeping either”, Seokjin laughed.
“You know, we could just do that now,” Yoongi drawled out, eyeing Seokjin from the side. He was the one who’d need most convincing.
“Noo,” the older complained, “we came here for fishing.”
“No, baby, you came here for fishing. We came here for you,” Yoongi continued and exchanged an amused look with Namjoon.
“I didn’t even bring a fishing rope.”
“Joon-ah, you never bring anything anyway.”
“Well, I’ll certainly won’t show you what kind of underwear I brought now, you dick.”
“Did you really?” Yoongi looked alert for the first time. And curious. Namjoon gave him a soft smile.
“How about you come and find out?”
It took Yoongi less than three seconds to stand up with a decisive “alright!” and yank a laughing Namjoon out of his chair, Holly hot on their tails.
“Heeey!” Seokjin called after them. But the others didn’t return.
“Fucking traitors,” Seokjin grumbled, stared out at the peaceful look and adjusted his fishing rope. And then he got up and joined his mates.
-//-
When Seokjin came through Namjoon’s front door, he was immediately hit with a foul scent. Worried, he rushed to get his shoes off and got to the living room, before even taking his jacket off. The sight greeting him was all he needed to know what was happening: Jimin was in tears, his face in Namjoon’s neck, little hands balled into fists and into Namjoon. His mates face carefully neutral.
Seokjin’s first instinct was to be incredibly mad. Incredibly mad because now they had to play nice and happy to not upset Jimin. But then he took a deep breath and tried to release all his tension. He shouldn’t be mad to have a compassionate, empathetic packmate in Jimin, who cared deeply for all of them. His irrational flash of anger was gone as quickly as it had arrived.
“Hi hyung,” Namjoon said, his arms around their younger member.
“Hi lovelies,” Seokjin replied, throwing his jacket off to the side and coming closer.
“Hyung!” Jimin emerged from Namjoon’s neck (arguably, one of the best places in the world) and turned to him, hastily wiping tears off his face.
“You shouldn’t stress too much, Jiminie,” he said, sitting down on the coffee table in front of them, “it’s not good for you.”
“I had no idea,” Jimin said, “I am sorry if I’ve been insensitive.”
“You could never, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon assured him, rubbing his back and Seokjin knew that he was genuine.
“Don’t strain yourself with this, Jimin-ah,” Seokjin helped him to rub his tears off, smiling softly. Their little munchkin.
“It’s no one’s fault.”
He ignored how Namjoon tensed for a second, before carefully relaxing back into his body.
“Please let me know if I ever say something stupid in the future.”
“No, Jimin-ah. Don’t hold back on my account,” Namjoon corrected him softly, “that would only make me feel bad.”
“Oh,” new tears seemed to form in his eyes, realising how fucked this all was and that there wasn’t one perfect way to act for them now.
“Okay,” he eventually said and just turned back into Namjoon, the older welcoming him warmly.
Seokjin got up, put his jacket where it actually belonged and shot a text to Jungkook, not begging per se, but asking very urgently for Jimin to be picked up. The other alpha must have been in Jimin’s flat because he was there within 5 Minutes, in sweats and sleep rumbled.
And clearly confused.
They made a show of saying goodbye, Jimin apparently conflicting to let this go but was ultimately pushed out with warm hugs and wishes and kisses until they closed the door and Namjoon left out a sigh that seemed to shatter his soul.
“Let’s ditch the comeback and run off to the Fijis?” Seokjin joked, attempting to lighten the mood. Namjoon huffed, more for his mate’s sake than his own. And then declared he would go to bed. At 2pm.
I know you’re busy with the kids at the centre. But please come home if you can, Seokjin texted Yoongi before turning his phone off and joining Namjoon in the dark bedroom, where he was curled on his side on top of the duvet. Seokjin put on some sweats and then curled along the length of his body. He put both of his arms around Namjoon and pulled him back into his chest.
“Hold me tight, please,” the omega mumbled and Seokjin strengthened his grip.
-//-
Trying to not wake Seokjin, Yoongi entangled himself from the sheets and put on the first hoodie he could find. It was Namjoon’s.
When he padded into the living room, the small lamp on the corner of the couch was on, Namjoon huddled with a blanket in that section. The light made him glow golden and looking soft, glasses perched on his nose, Seokjin’s hoodie on, curled around himself.
His hands were moving quickly and it took Yoongi a second to realise he was crocheting. One of his new hobbies, that helped with the fidgets.
“’re you ok?, he asked, coming closer to the couch and falling next to him, his eyes wanting to close again, “it’s very late. Or very early.”
“Sorry, if I woke you,” Namjoon replied equally quietly, his eyes only momentarily looking up from his hands. The crocheting took a lot of concentration from him.
“You didn’t. It was just cold without you.”
“You sap,” Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi was glad to hear it. Namjoon had been quiet when he got home. So unusually quiet, just lying in bed for the afternoon, asking for tight hugs. They were able to get him out of bed for some soup, but he retreated again afterwards. He didn’t say a word. Seokjin had filled him in on what happened.
They sat quietly on the couch for some time. Yoongi pulled one of their other couch blankets over his legs and leaned back. He continued to watch Namjoon’s hand, his eyes starting to close. It was 3am after all.
“Hyung, do you think…” he didn’t finish his sentence, but Yoongi’s eyes shot open. He nodded at him encouragingly.
“Would it be okay to, um, like, stop,.. trying? For some time? Not long but…”
“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi’s hand landed on his, stopping the crocheting. The omega looked up. There was something in his eyes that Yoongi couldn’t quiet place, not even with his fifteen years of knowing the younger. But he looked a bit more at peace. Or something.
“Of course we can,” he simply said. Namjoon nodded. Continued to crochet. Paused. Looked up again. Opened his mouth. Closed it again. Looked down again.
Instead of saying anything else, Yoongi moved closer, his arms coming around the omega. Namjoon readjusted himself, leaning into Yoongi from the side and continued the crocheting.
“I just want it to, like, stop dominating all my thoughts. There are so many other great things happening,” he whispered eventually, “I want to be excited about those things.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Yoongi mumbled, kissing Namjoon’s head before leaning against it and closing his eyes.
“Thank you, hyung.”
Instead of an answer, Yoongi held on tighter.
-//-
On office days, it was always easy to find the three rappers in the Hybe building, because they would eventually turn up in their studios. But it was more elusive where the other four could be found.
That’s because I am not in the office 😊, Seokjin texted back, the cheeky bastard. With a low growl, Yoongi turned away from the cafeteria und left Hybe altogether.
For the first time in months, he stepped onto the construction side for their house. Last time he’d seen it, it was just some grass and flat land. Now it had bones and beams and flooring, albeit not walls. From here on, it was easy to follow the scent trail to find his mate.
Seokjin was chatting with a guy Yoongi vaguely assumed to be their contractor for the house, but he wasn’t sure because it was Hoseok and Namjoon handling the logistics of it all.
“Hi,” he announced himself, sidling up to his hyung.
“Yoongi-ssi, hello”, the contractor greeted him, while Seokjin rubbed his hip quick but tenderly.
“You must be Namjoon-ssi other mate.”
“Yep,” Yoongi replied without further ado.
“Fascinating,” the contractor went on, which resulted in both Yoongi and Seokjin to emit a sense of annoyance.
“He is an admirable omega.”
“He is,” Seokjin agreed, linking his pinkie with Yoongi’s. They seldom displayed any public form of affection, not even in front of people who knew, but there were times when they made a point.
“Love to work with him. Very organised and with clear instruction,” the contractor concluded, taking the very subtle hint, “happy to send him over the things we discussed, Seokjin-ssi.”
“Thank you,” Seokjin replied and bowed lightly before pulling Yoongi away.
“Didn’t know you were on house-shift”, the other said, following him towards the garden.
“I wasn’t, but Namjoon was held up and Hoseok has a productive streak, that he didn’t want to break, so I volunteered.”
Yoongi lifted an eyebrow.
“I might have been incentivised by Namjoon.”
“Sounds more like it,” Yoongi chuckled.
They sat down on the garden bench that was under some trees, looking to the back of the house.
“Was the contractor only a creep now or is he usually like that?”
“Haven’t heard any complains so far,” Seokjin stretched his arm around the back of the bench, tapping Yoongi’s shoulder, “and we have to be fair: we do make people curious.”
They have. They probably always will be. Throuples were not uncommon per se but they weren’t really common either. And hardly ever as an alpha-alpha-omega combination. Which lead to the more insensitive people to ask: “So, who was the homewrecker? Seokjin or Yoongi?”
Which was funny, because the answer was: Namjoon.
But it was probably asking too much of people to accept an alpha-alpha couple so the majority of the time, they answered with a forced smile and went on with their life.
“When can we move in again? Before the tour next year?” Yoongi asked, leaning his head against Seokjin’s arm.
“That’s the plan, as far as I’ve heard.”
“Looks pretty bare to me right now.”
“Apparently the walls will be up in a couple of weeks. The worst part is done.”
If someone asked Yoongi, the worst part had been to decide on where to move and what the house would look like.
“Did you came out here to just look at missing walls?”
“I came to find you.”
“Well,” Seokjin smiled, his hand curling tighter around Yoongi’s shoulder, “you found me.”
“You seem down,” Yoongi continued without preamble, “for the last couple of days. And there is so much going on. I feel like, I don’t see you anymore.”
Alone, to talk. Was left unsaid.
Seokjin sighed. Between rehearsals and personal commitment and the house, they did have less time for each other.
“I’m a bit sad,” he admitted, because there was no use lying to his mate. Who sighed.
“Me too”, he mumbled and leaned his body more into Seokjin’s.
“I know the timing is shit anyway. And we obviously can’t force it. But I am sad,” Yoongi continued.
“Yeah,” Seokjin leaned his head against his. They were just quiet with each other for a moment, looking at the foundation of their future pack house.
“Maybe after the tour, we could like, maybe look at adoption or shit?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin smiled, “yeah, I’d like that.”
He knew that Yoongi had played with that thought a lot more in the last year, especially since he got the music programme up and running.
“We should also be more open with Namjoonie about being upset. He knows it anyway. Let’s not hide how we feel just to not hurt him. He’s only gonna feel more bad then.”
“Heard and received,” Seokjin chuckled. Maybe he had closed himself off for a bit. But even after eight years, they still had room to learn with each other.
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
-//-
“Cut! Nice. Let’s move on to Namjoon’s part.”
Seokjin watched from the side, a puffy coat over his shoulder because his outfit was a bit cold for this time of the year. He had just shot a scene with Jimin and Jungkook.
The exhaustion of comeback was starting to catch up, along with the excitement. They were busy wrapping up preparation before a short Christmas break and after finalising the dance rehearsal, were shooting music videos now. It was the last day and they were ready to be dooone.
At the same time, it was calming for Seokjin to watch his mate act for the camera. It was one of their slower songs and Namjoon looked all soft and cuddly and Seokjin wanted to just bundle him up and keep him as a Christmas present for himself. Give him away as a present to Yoongi maybe. Something like that.
When Namjoon swapped places with Hoseok, Seokjin greeted him with outstretched hands.
“Oh,” made Namjoon, when his hand was being taken. And then he smiled, when Seokjin led him to the warm drinks, keeping the omegas hand in his.
“We’re nearly done for the day,” Namjoon whispered, “and then we can just be on the couch for the rest of the night.”
“Yes, please,” Seokjin nodded eagerly, which made Namjoon laugh.
“Let me bring some tea to Jiminie, he seemed a bit low on energy,” Namjoon left him behind, two cups in his hand. Seokjin puffed out his cheeks, not wanting Namjoon out of his sight, who looked as drained as all of them felt. But he was a grown up in a professional environment, so he could do ten minutes without his omega mate. Which reminded him, that he could bring some tea to an equally drained looking alpha mate, who was currently switching outfits. Somewhere.
He had just filled a cup with tea when he heard a shout behind him. Then a crash. And for one second, he couldn’t move because all he could feel was his heart beating nearly out of his chest. He stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the cup in his hands. And then the sound rushed back in and he turned around, his heart in his throat and in his ears now.
Dropping the cup, he rushed over to the second movie set, that seemed to have collapsed in itself, people around it trying to pull parts off the ground. A shaken Jimin sat on his bum next to it, his eyes wide as saucers.
“Hyung!” he called to him, when he saw Seokjin, trying to get to his feet, “Namjoonie, he…-“ and that was all the alpha needed to hear to know why his heart was feeling all wrong. Without breaking his stride, he jumped right into the middle of the wooden planks that resembled half a house, trying to find Namjoon among the mess. It wasn’t an actual house and those weren’t real wood beams, so there was no chance this was life threating but…
“Namjoonie!”
No answer. The staff and Seokjin lifted the biggest wood panel, and he could see his mate laying on his side, somewhat hunched into himself.
“Namjoon!”
Seokjin was dropping forcefully on his knees, leaning over Namjoon, his hands immediately on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Hyung?” he sounded doozy and his eyes needed a second to land on Seokjin, who was busy patting down the rest of him.
“What hurts?”
“Jiminie..?”
“Jiminie is fine,” which was about when he realised that Namjoon must have pushed the other omega out of the danger zone.
“This is not a drama, my love,” he complained, pressing a kiss into Namjoon’s dusty hair, “jump out of the way as well next time.” There was a trickle of blood on his eyebrow, but it looked superficial. He was still on his side but tried to sit up with Seokjin’s help.
And then he yelped in pain.
“What? What?!”
The alpha was quick to hover his hands around the omega again, seeing him cradle his right hand now, that had been trapped under his body.
“You fool,” Seokjin sighed, wrapping his arms around Namjoon, letting him lean his weight against him, “how often have we practiced how to fall properly?”
“Sorry, hyung,” the answer sounded pained, which made Seokjin really, really mad.
“Seokjin-ah, what should w-…”
“Don’t come closer!” he rumbled towards Sejin, who was just about to approach them. The way Namjoon laid his head into his neck let him know that he wasn’t feeling well.
“I just want to hel-…!”
“No!”
Instead, he tightened his arms around Namjoon, who whimpered quietly, still holding his hand tenderly.
“Hyung, let us help,” Hoseok had sprinted over from his set, knowing his pack was in disarray, “does Namjoonie need a doctor?”
Seokjin deadass growled at him.
Hoseok stopped in his track, starring at Seokjin in shock. Never had the older ever challenged disrespected his position as pack alpha. But instead of backing down, Seokjin only growled again and actually flashed his canines. When Sejin tried to approach from the other side, Seokjin only turned to him, growling.
“Hyung, it’s okay,” Namjoon said, but his voice didn’t sound right and Seokjin wasn’t having it.
Before anything else could happen, there was a flash of Yoongi shooting passed everyone and while Seokjin still kept his eyes firmly on Hoseok, Sejin and everyone else who dared to come closer, Yoongi dropped down and pulled the alphas arms away from Namjoon.
“Where does it hurt?” he asked hurriedly, immediately taking Namjoon’s wrist in his hands when he noticed how it had been held protectively before.
“I think that’s the only thing that’s broken,” Namjoon mumbled. He turned his head when he heard another growl erupting out of Seokjin, the alphas eyes firmly on Hoseok now, who had tried to come closer again.
“Yoongi can, but I can’t?” the pack alpha sounded genuinely hurt.
“Did you hit your head when you fell down?” Yoongi asked, ignoring the fuss around them, his hands on Namjoon’s face now, softly carding through his hair, feeling for bumps.
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
“Did you black out?”
“Maybe for a second. I can’t recall.”
“Okay, we’re going to the hospital then.”
With a firm arm around the omega’s waist, he pulled him up with a huff.
“Hyung, help would be nice,” he tried to draw Seokjin’s attention, who was still busy with the staring contest.
“Hyung!” the alpha called. Namjoon was on his own two feet now but he was swaying slightly.
“Seokjin-ah!” Yoongi scolded loudly, which was actually snapping Seokjin out of it. Without another word, he shot up and was at Namjoon’s other side. The omega still holding his wrist.
“Did you actually growl at Hoba?” Namjoon asked out of breath, while they shuffled away, a bashful Sejin leading the way.
“Don’t say a word about this,” Seokjin was actually red in the face, embarrassed, not knowing what came over him.
It took less than an hour to have Namjoon placed into a VIP room at their favourite hospital, his broken wrist x-rayed and a light concussion diagnosed.
“Bright pink please,” Namjoon told the nurse who had asked him what colour he wanted the cast to be. She turned away with a chuckle and left the room to prepare the material.
“What a dramatic turn of events,” Yoongi sighed, stepping forward to press a kiss on Namjoon’s temple and sitting down on the edge of the hospital bed next to him, where Namjoon had been sitting, dangling his long legs, “Jungkook texted. Jiminie is fine. They went to their OBY-GYN to be safe but it’s all good.”
Yoongi grinned, “you saved him. Our little hero.”
“Don’t say it like that. I’m taller than all of you,” Namjoon complained, feeling pouty. Now that he was allowed some painkillers, and was only among his mates, he felt less vulnerable.
“And there is no need for me to be the hero. Considering I have a big, strong alpha wolf protecting me from the evil.”
Seokjin closed his eyes, praying for patience. After the initial shock had vanished and Yoongi and Namjoon had somewhat calmed down, they did tease him about his growliness.
“I will apologise to Hoseok-ah,” he admitted. But not to anyone else. Fuck them. His mate was hurt and he wouldn’t apologise to anyone about keeping him safe until he assessed the situation the way he wanted to.
“It was very sexy, not gonna lie.”
“So, I missed the best part,” it was Yoongi pouting now.
“I feel not taken very seriously in this relationship,” Seokjin sniffed, trying to turn away but the other two protested loudly, which made him chuckle eventually and step closer when Namjoon stretched out his good hand.
“Thank you for taking care of me, alpha”, he said so earnestly, that it made Seokjin shiver all over. He let go of Namjoon’s hand and put them on his face instead. Tenderly, he pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Love you,” he mumbled and could feel how Namjoon was the one shivering all over now.
Before either of them could say anything else, the door burst open, which resulted in Seokjin to turn around in a hurry and place himself in front of the omega. Even Yoongi shot out his arm to put around Namjoon. But it was just the doctor.
“Apologise for the delay,” he exclaimed without further ado, “but after the x-ray, I just wanted to make sure all other vitals for the two of them are in order.”
“For the…?” Yoongi’s face twisted in confusion.
“Vitals? Are any vitals out of order?” Seokjin asked, slowly letting the doctor look at his omega. Not a full view though.
“Everything seems good. I’d like an ultrasound but Namjon-ssi’s as well as the baby’s labs look good.”
They collectively held their breath.
“The…” Namjoon started, “the, um…” but he couldn’t finish.
“The baby?” Seokjin squeaked out instead.
The doctor looked up from his chart and realised that three flabbergasted people were facing him.
“Oh,” he said, looking down on the chart again, “I assumed you knew. My apologise. Namjoon-ssi is thirteen weeks along.”
“Thirte-…!”
Seokjin turned around but Yoongi had already his arms around Namjoon’s waist, his face in his neck, both of their scents all over the place. Seokjin wrapped his arms around both of them, standing in front, his face pressed into Namjoon’s hair. He straightened up again, when he felt Namjoon’s hand pulling on his arm, seeking his hand, pressing it tight.
“Are you sure?” Seokjin asked the doctor, translating what Namjoon couldn’t voice himself, not able to keep the desperation out of his voice, “we had, uh, we had a negative pregnancy test just a few weeks ago.”
The doctor waved him off.
“Those aren’t always correct.”
“But…” Seokjin stammered, “but. There should have been signs, no? Anything?”
The good doctor stepped forward, addressing Namjoon directly, who still had Yoongi clasped to his side.
“Anything unusual? Nausea? Scent sensitivity? Weight gain?”
“I had to lose weight because of comeback, so I don’t know…” the omega grimaced, “but otherwise nothing. A bit more tired. But. I assumed that was just because of work and…stress.”
Fertility-stress that very apparently wasn’t needed.
“The weight loss I noticed and am not concerned, albeit I will advise to stop any dieting. Otherwise you’re remarkably healthy from what I can see. Make an appointment with your OBY-GYN though. The nurse will come back for the cast shortly.”
“Yes, we will,” Seokjin bowed deeply and the doctor left. Turning back to his mates, he looked at a shellshocked Namjoon. His hands clasped the omegas face again and pressed a kiss to the omega’s lips.
“I love you,” he repeated his earlier sentiment, before dropping to his knees in front of the bed, knowing they wouldn’t hold him any longer. And then he reached out to caress Yoongi’s thigh.
“Are you okay?” he asked the alpha who had barely moved, his iron grip around Namjoon’s waist unforgiving. He finally emerged from his hiding spot.
“Oh, hyung,” Namjoon sighed fondly, reaching out with his good hand to wipe his face.
“I’m just,” his entire face was blotchy and full of tears, “I’m so happy, holyfuck.”
Which made his two mates laugh. Seokjin moved up to press kisses all over his face as well, little “love you”s thrown around. Yoongi babbled on.
“I need that OBY-GYN appointment today though, because holyfuck, Namjoon, we had no clue and who knows what you’ve been eating and we’ve been exercising way too much and your sleep is shit at the moment, and holy shit, Hoba’s been right and who knows i-…”
“Hyung,” Namjoon smiled, his hand on Yoongi’s face caressing his cheek, “I’m fine. We’re fine.”
Which made Yoongi only cry harder and Namjoon and Seokjin only laugh louder.