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.

"Taehyung-ah what happened?" Yoongi hyung's voice comes through harried and rushed the moment the phone connects.

"We're going to the hospital hyung." I reply voice tight.

There's the sound of shuffling on the other end and then sudden silence.

As if the surroundings have been cut off of sound.

"Why?" there's a tremble, a waver in that sole word. As if the world comes crashing down around his shoulders with my response and he's left struggling to bear its burden.

"(Y/N)'s waters broke. And she's been getting dizzy spells more frequently now." I say, hands tight around the steering wheel- as if my tight firm grip on it, the control I drive with is any where near how controlled and together I am in the current situation- mind frazzled with numerous streams of thoughts.

Hyung swears, low and filthy- a stream of curses spilling off his lips.

"I'll get straight to the hospital, I'm leaving now." He says, the sound of movement and the jingling of keys heard as he straightens up and moves.

"Hyung...hurry...please." I mutter, voice breaking with emotion, with weakness. Because I didn't know how to handle the situation, how to react and respond when it came to being in charge, being responsible with something so big, something regarding the wellbeing of our youngest soulmate.

There's a sigh and a softness to his voice when he speaks next.

"You're doing great baby. I'm proud of you and Jiminie and (Y/N). Just hold on, hyung will be there soon." He promises.

His words are a soft balm to the gaping burning agonising wound that the panic of the situation has inflicted, bring a semblance of peace to me, filtering through the bond as a cool sweet caress against the angry hot emotions of worry and stress.

"Hyung can you tell the others too. Our priority is (Y/N)." I say, shoulders loosening when he replies an affirmative, a soft but strong promise that we won't be alone, that they'll get there as soon as they can.

And when the phone call ends there's a small hitch of a sob, a brief wavering gasp of pain and in the rear-view mirror I see (Y/N)'s hands curl over her stomach, head bowed as the first contraction hits, face scrunched with discomfort and pain even as Jiminie gently rubs her stomach, murmuring softly to her.

"Just a little while (Y/N)." I promise, breathing a sigh of relief when the traffic light remains open as I drive past, every red light, ever queue was only a hindrance, an obstacle. It would cost us time, which we didn't have.

And when we pull into the carpark, I breathe out a deep sigh of relief- the tight band around my chest contracting, letting me finally take a proper breath in.

We were here. She would be fine. She'd be fine. And the hyungs and Kookie would be here soon too. It was all fine.

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Jiminie's cry of alarm has my head whipping around from where I'd been filling in forms, hand dropping the pen when I see her leaning heavily into him, posture loose and strengthless as he holds her, body tilted into him, caved in as her legs buckle as if she no longer has strength to hold herself up. 

His cry and the sight of our pregnant soulmate has nurses rushing forward, calling for a stretcher as the other monitors her vitals, shining a light and seeing if she responds to them, a wince and hand going to clutch at her head.

The doctor that observes and watches as she's carefully placed on a stretcher, face frowning and serious as they turn to us.

"You're her soulmates, we need you to be beside her- at such a vulnerable moment she'll need you." she beckons, the clipboard clutched tightly in my hand as we rush forward.

"Will she be okay doctor?" I ask, hand holding out the board with a trembling grip.

Her face is old, experienced, lined with maturity- eyes that have seen the world, have seen countless patients go through here.

And there's a familiarity about her that I place immediately.

A flash of a memory of the same face but slightly younger, of hair streaked with grey. The doctor who'd been in charge when (Y/N) had collapsed from the lack of a soul bond completing. The same doctor who'd helped us solidify our bond, who'd saved (Y/N) back then.

I had desperate hope and faith that she'd do the same now.

But her face doesn't crinkle into a smile.

Remains firm and hard even if something sympathetic flashes through her eyes.

"Dizziness isn't ever a good sign this late into pregnancy. And you said her waters broke. Has she been having regular contractions?" she asks, taking the clipboard gently.

Looking at us sympathetically.

Distantly I wonder if she remembers us, if she recognises (Y/N) as the same girl who'd collapsed and been placed in the ICU. Whether she knew how much (Y/N) had gone through, how strong she was and now...all of a sudden, vulnerable and physically weak and struggling.

"She hasn't. They're really painful I can sense and see, but they're too far apart." Jiminie answers, voice slightly shaky despite the firmness, the strength he tries to speak with.

Her frown deepens.

"We're going to quickly assess the situation. It might not be safe to wait until she goes into labour naturally. We might have to induce it, or do a caesarean." She says, stepping forward to move past us, into the room (Y/N) had been wheeled into.

But then she stops, turning to give us a sympathetic knowing look.

"(Y/N)'s strong. She'll get through this, just like she has for everything else." She says softly, lips quirked up in a small smile.

"I wish we could've met in better circumstances." She says softly before striding in quickly, the door shutting behind her, the white tail of her coat the last thing I see before the door closes. The fluttering edge of it mocking and taunting.

And when Jiminie goes to grip at me, arms winding around me- it's equally to give comfort as it is to desperately seek it, my own arms going to wind around him. Not knowing what the outcome would be, not knowing what the next instance held was petrifying.

And I hated that I was weak and couldn't be as strong as I wanted to be for her, for Jiminie. That as we waited for the doctor to emerge with news, I was also waiting for the hyungs to come. For someone to hold us and reassure us, for them to come and promise us (Y/N) would be perfectly fine. 

YOONGI POV:

Standing side by side to Joon, the maknaes fretting fitfully in our arms and Hobi talking to the nurse for any sort of information has my throat swelling up with panic and fear and stress, has me shifting closer to my soulmates and unconsciously trying to soothe them, a nervous low hum and foot tapping at the ground at a rhythmic stressed pace.

"Why don't we know anything yet? Jimin-ah said it's been a while now." Joon murmurs to me, voice low and forcefully calm but my ears pick up on the slight waver to it, the extremely well-suppressed shiver to it that can't be hidden from my hearing as he leans to wrap an arm around me, body tilting towards me, hair mussed from where he'd been tugging at it on the car journey here. 

"I think...I think we're just about to find out actually." I begin, turning my words on their head when I hear growing voices from the room (Y/N) had been taken into, a painfully familiar voice when the doctor emerges- the same one who'd been there when we didn't know (Y/N) was our soulmate, when she urged us to help her heal by remaining in close proximity. The same doctor who know hurries forward with a frantic urgent pace stopping in front of us.

"We're going to try induce labour for (Y/N), her contractions are too far spaced out and her blood pressure isn't a healthy stable level." The doctor says.

"Doctor can we be there with her?" Jimin asks in a shaky voice at the same time as I speak.

"We are going to be there." I state firmly, silently daring for any doctor to try and keep us away from our hurting soulmate, our hurting wife.

She gives an immediate brisk nod.

"Scrub up boys. It doesn't seem like this will be an easy labour." She says, ushering us off to get prepared before we can enter the delivery room.

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And easy it most definitely isn't.

Because when we hurry into the delivery room, (Y/N)'s eyes open wide and a small, pained cry tears out her throat, a small shaky sob and an imploring hand reaching out for us, for any one of us to rush close and hold her- give her that comfort of being near, of being beside her.

"Joonie I'm scared." She whispers when our husband rushes the quickest to her side, determinedly navigating his way immediately to her and carefully cradling her hand between the two of his, pressing a soft kiss to it before he encases it.

"You're going to be okay. Baby just can't decide if they want to stay inside or come out." He says with a wry smile, trying to be light and she gives a breathless huff of laughter before her face pinches again, tears trickling down from shut eyelids.

"Will our baby be safe?" she asks, eyes still shut to the rest of us. And though her voice is a weak waver, hurt and pained, I hear it loud and clear as if it's viciously torn out her throat, screamed and echoed back to me.

Of course they'll be safe. And so will she. My mind screams to keep her close, to soothe her distress, to keep the others together even if I'm almost falling apart myself.

"You're both going to be safe. And we'll be here sweetheart." I promise, brushing a kiss over her forehead. 

But then the doctor asks for Tae and Jiminie to move aside slightly, so that they can insert the gel to help for her contractions to become frequent, so that the placenta isn't blocking our baby from being able to push through. And suddenly it becomes even more real, the situation crashing into me in strong waves. And I was the eldest present at the moment, I had to hold everyone together.

Where was Jin hyung? He hadn't responded to his calls or replied to any messages. And he was meant to be getting Kookie too. But right now what mattered was getting (Y/N) to safely deliver our baby, to be safe herself.

I feel nauseous as (Y/N) grips tightly at Joon's hand, his other one falling away to grip at the edge of the bed, I move to her other side, drawing Tae close to me and watch as Hobi takes a hold of Jimin, drawing him away to give the doctor and nurses space.

(Y/N) stiffens, her eyes falling to look at me, even as she flinches at the foreign sensation, even as she holds her breath in nervousness- she simply looks at me and keeps herself anchored by her gaze, her posture loosening in the slightest.

I don't realise that unconsciously I'd began emitting low sound waves intending to soothe, that it's not only her who relaxes but our other soulmates too, leaning in close. Even the female doctor who'd been silently fretting behind her professional mask, gives a small grateful smile.

"It'll take a little while perhaps but the moment you begin to feel contractions (Y/N), tell us." she says, as she and the nurses retreat slightly to give us privacy.

(Y/N)'s eyes slowly drift over all of us, silently reaching over to take my hand, squeezing gently and tugging me close. And then she falters.

"Where's Jinnie oppa and Koo?" she asks, head rising off from her reclined position against the pillows to scan the room once more, as if they'll appear from nowhere.

"They must be held up somewhere. Or you know there's nothing in the world stopping the two from rushing over." Hobi says softly, giving her ankle a soft squeeze.

She gives a smile at that.

There's only truth in his words.

And it's the silence that comes with comfort, with simply seeking out each other's presences, with the passing of time as we wait, with shifting close.

And that silence is broken by a harsh keening sound of pain, (Y/N)'s face scrunching up with pain, hands tightening onto us and body shifting on the bed.

A contraction and Hobi and Jiminie and Tae are quick to surround her, hands gently squeezing her ankles, physical touches of grounding reassurance as she tries to breathe deeply, tries to remain calm.

"You're doing great baby, just keep breathing nice and deep." Joon murmurs, echoing what Jin hyung always said as he guided her through the last two pregnancies, always the one to support her and keep her grounded and calm as we'd hold her.

"Our beautiful strong jagi, our baby is stubborn like you." Tae says softly, a small smile on his lips, even as the concern remains in his eyes, gently rubbing the curve of her stomach, hand sliding under the hospital gown to have skin to skin contact, hand snaking down to brush over her soul mark- the sensitivity of the area helping her to relax and to push the pain away when combatted by the love of our soulmate bond, of our love to each other as husbands to her and to each other.

She gives a small hiccupping sound, a mixture of a sob and laugh when she gives a little shake.

"Like you. Insistent and fussy." She retorts.

But then the contractions begin to become sporadic, sudden sharp jabs of pain that prick at the edges of the soulmate tether and has her breathing becoming shallower and just as she curls up from a particularly vicious contraction- hands jerking from our grip to clutch at her stomach, head bowed forward- the room to the delivery room gets thrown open and two tall broad figures dressed in scrubs come rushing in. Our final two soulmates come rushing in, faces expressing alarm and frantic harried expressions- eyes wide and immediately falling to (Y/N) on the bed.

"Kook, hyung where were you?" Jiminie asks, voice laced with panic and crashing relief.

They hurriedly move forward, crowding around the bed and joining us, move forward to get close to her.

"We're here. We're here." Jin hyung says in a rush of breath.

His hand goes to brush against (Y/N)'s hair, a soft soothing murmur as she trembles.

And when she raises her head, her eyes meet Kook's, meet Jin hyung's and tears of relief escape her, she sobs as she sees them.

"Sorry baby. Sorry it took us so long."  Kookie apologises, brushing a kiss over her teary cheek, wiping them away as he moves back.

"You're here now. You're all here." She replies, holding on to him, keeping him close- heads curved towards each other as he grips her wrists tenderly.

We're all here. We're all going to get her through this.

And the next time a contraction has her curling up, Jin hyung is the one who like always murmurs softly to her, helps her breathe through it.

And with his words I finally breathe properly too. 

Because hyung is here.

Because it'll be okay now.

Hyung is here.

(THERE YOU GO!! THE NEXT PART TO THE PREGNANCY SCARE!! AND POOR BABY HAS GOT HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE AND DIZZINESS AND NOW HAS TO HAVE AN INDUCED LABOUR PROCESS BECAUSE HER CONTRACTIONS ARE TOO FAR APART AND DIZZINESS ISN'T A GOOD SIGN AS MY LOVELY MUMMY ARMY READER LET ME KNOW- THANK YOU @PamelaWilliams810 AND JINNIE- WHERE WERE YOU?!! THOUGH I'M GLAD HE'S HERE NOW AND SHE'S REALLY REASSURED BY SEEING KOO TOO! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS- PLEASE BE AWARE ALL MY DETAILS ABOUT PREGNANCY COME FROM THE NHS SITE AND RESEARCH- BUT IF THERE ARE INACCURACIES I DO APOLOGISE! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND REACTIONS!! WE GOT AN EARLIER UPDATE BECAUSE SS' INSPIRATION WASN'T COMING AS QUICK AND I DIDN'T WANT TO FORCE A CHAPTER OUT FOR THAT! BUT FOR THOSE WHO READ BOTH- BEAR WITH AND FOR THOSE WHO'D BEEN WAITING FOR THIS- WELCOME BACK ONCE MORE! STAY SAFE AND TAKE CARE!)

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