SEONGJOONG (A/B/O)

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"Don't Cry over Spilled Milk, Panic"

By Yeo_Mama

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Hongjoong just wants a snack, and Mingi needs to re-Google some things.

🚨EDITED 7/9/23🚨 I've since gone back and changed this to an A/B/O setting. I'm currently in the midst of writing a sequel, and adding this dynamic just felt right. I hope you will all still enjoy it nonetheless! (I haven't written in a pack-like setting since my very first story. Isn't that crazy???)

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"Son of a bitch!"

Seonghwa quickly stopped what he was doing, looking up at the muffled curse that filtered in through his open bedroom door. The Alpha had been bent down with his glasses on, sifting through the sea of gray and black plastic that covered his desk, already ten hours into his Millennium Falcon 75192 with not an end in sight. Although, he did pause for a moment and lean back in his chair, searching the hallway for any signs of problems. San's room was closed (Wooyoung was over), and Mingi was out in the living room, so he simply brushed it off as nothing, easily resuming his nightly activities without a second thought.

Seonghwa was actually unsure if he'd even heard anything at all, too focused on his current task at hand to really care. He just couldn't seem to find the other half of Hans Solo, his pants nowhere to be seen. He was pretty sure San had somehow swiped a piece again, despite his extensive effort to keep the young Alpha out of his room while he worked. That little menace would never let him build without wrecking havoc on his setup.

Pirates of the Caribbean was also still blasting over on Hongjoong's laptop, the device completely forgotten a top of their shared bed as his Omega had abandoned it in favor of grabbing some late night snacks instead, leaving it to continue playing at full volume. Seonghwa could barely even hear above the sounds of gunshots and drunken squabbling, the loud ambience ruining his peaceful state. He eventually just rolled over to turn it down a notch, sighing as it was finally rendered to a moderate buzz. His boyfriend must be deaf if he had to watch it on the maximum level.

Now content, he moved back towards his desk and picked up where he had left off; pushing his black frames to sit properly on his nose. He easily forgot why he'd even stopped building to begin with, humming as he snapped legos together and flipped through his instruction manual routinely.(He would focus on Hans' lack of legs later.) Whatever the Alpha had heard was probably nothing of his concern anyway. If it was a serious problem, someone would let him know.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Yeah nope. That definitely sounded like a problem.

Seonghwa immediately stood up from his chair, albeit carefully so as to not send any pieces flying to the floor, and booked it out of his room. He quickly padded down the hall towards the living room, redirecting when he no longer spotted Mingi laid across the couch. Though, he easily spotted his packmate's glowing fuchsia locks stationed outside of the kitchen, along with another, more stormy, head of hair rummaging through the cupboards.

"Joong?"

His boyfriend was toddling about the space, completely unbothered with a half-eaten choco pie sitting between his lips. He seemed to be struggling to grab a dish towel from the drawer, a sort of milky puddle covering the light wood underneath him. When he managed to pull one free, he just threw it down onto the floor like it meant nothing at all, letting the fabric soak up (presumably) his own mess as he finished his snack with a satisfied hum.

Hongjoong was entirely oblivious to the four sets of eyes that stared at him in silence, San and Wooyoung having since joined the gawking party. They all looked him up and down slowly, jaws to the floor. The front of his gray sweatpants were completely soaked through, starting at the crotch and going all the way down his inner thigh; though the small Omega didn't seem to care. However, it didn't help that he was currently thirty-eight weeks pregnant, his baby bump sat heavy on his hips and ready to pop. Not to mention he was also a whole two weeks away from his due date, and sitting at a comfortable one centimeter dilation. Seonghwa felt his entire soul promptly fall out of his ass and hit the floor at that thought, instantly piecing together the image before him and what that might entail.

Oh god. It can't possibly be time already!

Hongjoong eventually noticed their staring after a beat, pausing in licking off the remaining chocolate that covered his fingers as he frowned at his homemade paparazzi.

"What? Never seen a guy eat before?"

And that's all it took before the 99z's suddenly broke loose and raised absolute hell in a matter of seconds; screeching like a bunch of banshees.

"WAKE UP THE OTHERS!"

"GRAB THE BABY BAG!"

"CALL THE MANAGER!"

They all pointed at each other as they barked out orders, like some weird rendition of a Spider-Man meme Yunho had once sent to the group chat. Although, no one cared to actually move from their respective spots. They just stood still and causally blew out his eardrums.

"I'LL GET HYUNG IN THE CAR!"

Yet they somehow managed to scream that in unison, immediately lunging after Hongjoong who just yelled out in confusion as they chased after him like a pack of wolves. Seonghwa barely blinked and San was already leaping over his shoulder, Wooyoung right behind him as he raced towards their leader with grabby hands like a velociraptor. Mingi accidentally slid into the fridge, but the tall Omega still made a fighting effort. The effort being to obtain Hongjoong like he was some kind of rare item for a side quest. But he was Seonghwa's rare item to obtain, not theirs, so he felt no shame at all as he reached for his boyfriend as well.

"Hwa-wait!"

Hongjoong had instinctively backed into the corner of the kitchen counter, but he was violently ripped away from it as the elder grabbed his partner by the arm. They raced towards the door, Seonghwa dragging his Omega behind him like a limp ragdoll. Although, he was met with resistance as he tried to stuff him into a jacket. Apparently the younger wasn't having any of it as he struggled and squirmed in his hold, refusing to put on the article of clothing.

"Baby, work with me-"

Hongjoong promptly yanked the coat from his hand and threw it down onto the floor in a fit of rage. Seonghwa had never seen him so mad; his cheeks glowing red. His boyfriend's pregnant frame was practically vibrating with anger, brown eyes narrowed to slits. The Alpha immediately put a decent cushion of space in between them in fear of a sudden explosion.

"EVERYBODY STOP!"

The gray-haired male roared, the dorm falling into an eerie silence. Nobody dared to move as they froze in place, the whites of their eyes bulging. Mingi looked like he'd forgotten how to breathe.

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on? Preferably without yelling?"

Hongjoong asked, punctuating each and every one of his words slowly and carefully. A certain head of pink hair immediately snapped his mouth shut at the request.

"We're taking you to the hospital."

Wooyoung stepped up, his boyfriend pushing him forward like some sort of human sacrifice. However, he immediately backed down as Hongjoong fixed him with a look that was like liquid fire. The younger boy eagerly retreated with his imaginary tail tucked between his legs.

"And why is that exactly?"

Their leader seethed, watching as the four of them all looked at each other skeptically.

"...your water did break, didn't it?"

San asked, a sheepish smile lifting at the corners of his lips. Hongjoong's eye twitched at that, his hands rolling into fists at his sides. The Omega sharply gestured to the carton of milk sitting on the counter, going completely unnoticed until that very moment. The cap was screwed off with a significant ring of the liquid lining the bottom. An empty cup stood next to it, also in its own respective pool of white.

"Ooooooh."

Simultaneously, Seonghwa and the boys all realized at that moment what had actually happened, finally connecting the dots between Hongjoong and the liquid in question. The twenty-four-year-old just pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration

"I live with a bunch of fucking morons!"

He grumbled, shoving himself away from Seonghwa as he stomped his way back into the kitchen, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung all parting for him like the Red Sea. The small male slammed through the cupboards as he grabbed another choco pie and refilled his glass with milk, the entire process being way more violent than it should be. With his snacks in hand and everyone positively terrified, Hongjoong stormed (waddled) back down the hall towards his and Seonghwa's room, slamming the door shut behind him with a bang!

The remaining four faces watched him go quietly, saying and doing nothing even as they heard him resume his movie; raising the volume back up to its original level. That is until a sharp slap filled the air, Mingi flinching next to them as Wooyoung hit him upside the head.

"Amniotic fluid is clear, you idiot!"

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Author's Note: I haven't written preggo Joongie in a long time. I've honestly missed it 🤧

Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed!