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Despite the circumstances, it was a normal day—dance practice in the musty studio. The raging storm had knocked out most of the power, so the only lights were phone flashlights and the shitty emergency lights the generator kicked on. It wasn’t too dark, they could still see and dance fine but probably couldn’t read if they had to. It was later in the night, after 5 pm which meant most of the staff had gone home. It was just TXT and whatever trainees had stayed behind to practice.

Truthfully, Beomgyu felt like shit. From the second he woke up till now. He had this uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it was gnawing at his abdomen as he danced. He zeroed in on himself in the mirror as he crouched as part of the dance but quickly realized he couldn’t get up. He looked at his face, his expression looked like he had seen a ghost. The pain was searing through his stomach and into his back. It wrapped around him like a python, it even constricted him as if he was a rat.

Instead of standing back up, his knees locked and he fell backward. He gasped as he let his body fall, bracing himself for impact. His back hit the floor with a thud, and he closed his eyes to save himself from watching everyone else stumble out of formation in shock. Multiple gasps and shoe squeaks later, Beomgyu felt multiple hands on him. He heard many voices talking to him, but all he could focus on was the intensity of the pain that had stricken him.

He shakingly wrapped his arms around his midsection as another wave of pain hit him, even letting out a groan as it wracked through his body. He didn’t realize the music had stopped until his head was lifted off the floor and placed down on top of a hoodie. He finally opened his eyes and was greeted by all the members kneeling next to him.

“What’s wrong? What just happened? Are you alright?” Soobin sputtered from his feet. Beomgyu groaned and turned his head. He was instead met with Yeonjun’s knees as he knelt near Beomgyu’s head. He looked up and saw Yeonjun’s gesture his head towards something, clearly targeted to whoever was sitting on the opposite side of Beomgyu. Yeonjun looked down and met Beomgyu’s glance, and he softly smiled but looked back up.

Suddenly, itchiness climbed up his throat as his mouth watered. He sat up urgently and a trash can was quickly pushed in his grasp, just in time for him to throw up into it. He felt hands on his back and in his hair, pushing it out of the way of his face as he emptied his not-so-full stomach.
When he was done, the trash was taken away from him, and cloth was shoved onto his mouth to wipe it. He felt dizzy, so he complied with whatever the pushes and shoves made him do.

The pain had subsided, and Beomgyu rapidly blinked to focus his eyes. In front of him by his outstretched legs sat Soobin, who looked at him with wide round eyes. To his left were Kai and Taehyun, and Yeonjun knelt to his right.

“Are you alright?” Yeonjun asked as he grabbed Beomgyu’s hand and started rubbing comforting circles on the back of it. Beomgyu opened his mouth to answer, but he gasped as the pain struck him once again. He practically fell into Yeonjun’s arms and leaned against his chest. Yeonjun squeaked in surprise but wrapped his arms around Beomgyu to keep him upright.

“What’s going on?” He heard Kai whisper to Soobin, who shrugged his shoulders. Taehyun glanced over and shrugged as well. Beomgyu whined as the pain crept down his lower back and into his hips. He held a hand over his stomach as if the pressure made the ache disappear. Sweat dripped down his forehead, at one point Kai had pulled his hoodie sleeve over his hand and wiped it away.

As the pain slowly faded away, he hooked his chin over Yeonjun’s shoulder. He gasps into Yeonjun’s ear, groaning softly. As soon as the pain drifts away, it rushes back over him. But this time, he feels a pop in his lower stomach. He seethes, breathing in and holding it as the pop subsides. But as it subsides, Beomgyu feels his shorts grow wet.

Whatever this liquid is, there’s a lot of it. It seeps around him, a pinkish hue painting the light wooden floor.

“Holy shit,” Soobin mutters as he backs away from Beomgyu’s mystery liquid. Yeonjun’s the only one who doesn’t scatter away, but keeps his place and keeps his hold on Beomgyu.

Beomgyu, shaking, reaches a hand under the leg of his shorts, grazing his thigh lightly. As he pulls his hand back, he realizes this situation is dire because his fingers are covered in bright red blood.

“Taehyun…” he whispers, hand shaking as the blood drips off onto his grey shorts. Taehyun gets pale in the face watching blood seep through Beomgyu’s shorts.

“Fuck, oh my god call 911,” Taehyun exclaims as he hurriedly rips off his hoodie and drapes it over Beomgyu’s legs. A sob rips through Beomgyu’s lips as Soobin dives across the floor to grab his phone.

“Beomgyu,” Taehyun whispers as he grabs Beomgyu’s hand. “Are you pregnant?” Taehyun watches Beomgyu’s face as the gears turn in his brain. The room is dead silent, the only noises heard are Soobin whispering into his phone.

A shush of wind blows in the windows, moving the curtains against the rod. A fan in the corner is creaking with every rotation of the arms. Somewhere an outlet is buzzing.

“I didn’t know,” A sob crawls up Beomgyu’s throat and jumps from his lips. “I didn’t know,” he repeats as tears slide down his cheeks.

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“Your blood pressure is high, grab me a doppler.” The ER doctor holds out her hand, a small wand instrument gets placed by an intern who introduced himself earlier.

She grabs a hand held monitor from a side table and pushes the wand into Beomgyu’s side. The harsh lights of the ER burn into Beomgyu’s eyes as he looks up directly at them.

“Hi, got your page.” A new person exclaims as he pulls back the curtain and steps in. He looks at Beomgyu and smiles, “Hi there, I’m the OBGYN who specializes in male omegas. You’re in good hands.”

Beomgyu nods, still confused over this whole pregnancy thing. A harsh swish sound fills Beomgyu’s ears, he slams his eyes shut as he hears a soft faint beat.

He hadn’t been focusing on the pain anymore, as he assumed he was just cramping from a miscarriage. But a sharp pain seizes his body, earning a loud gasp to fall from his lips.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “is that a heartbeat?” He asks as he brings a hand to his flat stomach. He tries to look at the ultrasound machine, just to get a glimpse of what they were looking at.

The doctors still, a faint drip of blood hitting the floor fill their ears. The ER doctor, her intern, and the OGBYN look at each other with wide eyes.

“Beomgyu!”

He sits up abruptly as he hears Yeonjun’s voice, starting the intern. Tears well up in his eyes as the OBGYN gets the hint and pulls the curtain slightly. After gesturing towards himself, Beomgyu hears footsteps slapping against the floor before Yeonjun comes from behind the curtain.

Yeonjun sighs when he finally sees Beomgyu, he rushes over and settles on the other side where the doctors aren’t standing. He doesn’t even notice the copious amounts of blood surrounding Beomgyu, or the audible sounds of it dripping onto the floor.

The tears welling in Beomgyu’s eyes start to fall, swaying down his cheeks like cherry blossoms falling from the tree and flying in the wind. Something about the way Yeonjun looks at him makes him tired, very tired.

Everything gets fuzzy, and Beomgyu’s eyelids feel weak. He doesn’t even notice Yeonjun’s hand on his cheek or the oxygen mask being placed over his nose.

———-

“Yeonjun,” Soobin groaned as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. The four of them stood awkwardly in front of the NICU glass. All peering in the windows, looking at the babies. The one they just rolled in didn’t have a name on the crib like every other baby, it just said “CHOI, B” on the tag.

Soobin exhales as he turns his entire body to look at Yeonjun, who has turned completely pale. “Do you want to explain to me, as your friend, why the hell Beomgyu’s secret baby looks exactly like you?” He exclaims in a hushed whisper.

Next to Soobin, Taehyun snorts, “It was kind of obvious they’ve been fucking.” Kai cackles, earning a “SHHH” from a nurse walking by.

“It was so obvious too!” Kai laughs as he and Taehyun are busy quietly laughing-slapping each other.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun mutters, his eyes still locked on the newcomer in the NICU. “God, I need to see Beomgyu.” Desperation laced in his voice, climbing veins up his throat, Yeonjun can’t help but pace around the hallway.

“You aren’t worried about the baby?” Soobin asks as he follows Yeonjun down the hall. The older groans, stopping and butting his back to a wall. He slides down to sit, leaning his arms on his crossed legs.

“I mean, it’s alive and I just laid eyes on it,” Yeonjun starts. “But I haven’t seen Beomgyu since they brought him back, I don’t even know if he’s alive.”

“Yah, don’t be so depressing.” Taehyun exclaims as he (and Kai, who’s following him like a baby duckling) plops down next to Yeonjun.

The big doors at the end of the hall open and bang against the wall, causing all four of them to flinch.
A lone nurse in dark blue scrubs walks out, she has a disappointed look on her face. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she’s looking at the floor while she walks.

“Family for Ch-“ She starts. “Us!” All four of them exclaim at the same time. Yeonjun scrambles to his feet, almost tripping over himself as he stands up.

“He’s okay—“ he sighs gratefully, “but he lost a lot of blood.” She explains quietly. “We had to activate a mass transfusion protocol,” The four are silent as she speaks, Yeonjun’s mouth has gone dry and he feels a deep ache in his entire body.

“He hemorrhaged pretty badly because of a placental abruption,” she looks down at the floor again. “After delivering the baby, the uterus was too damaged so we had to perform a hysterectomy.”

A gasping sob rushed from Yeonjun’s throat, his hand shakingly moving to cover his mouth.

“But he’s okay, he’s awake,” Yeonjun sighs again, this time reaching for Soobin, who welcomes him into a hug with open arms.

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Yeonjun sits quietly leaning against the hospital bed, eyeing the nurse who’s hanging another bag of medication on the iv pole. The silence was deafening, just the steady beat of Beomgyu’s heartbeat filled the room.

Soobin insisted on going back to their dorm and grabbing stuff for Beomgyu, and forced the other two to go with him. Soobin promised to call Beomgyu’s parents for Yeonjun, because he couldn’t stomach it.

As Yeonjun is stuck in thought, he sees Beomgyu’s hand reach for him.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” He mutters as he gently pulls Beomgyu into his arms. Beomgyu sniffles into Yeonjun’s chest, “Have you seen…it?” he asks quietly in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah, I saw her,” Yeonjun starts as he lightly threads his fingers through Beomgyu’s hair. “I didn’t stay, I was too worried about you.”

Beomgyu exhales softly as he pulls away from Yeonjun and leans back against the bed. His eyes go glassy for a second before he starts rapidly blinking.

“So…what happened?” He asks softly, his hands resting in his lap. Yeonjun sighed, shuffling closer to Beomgyu.

“I don’t know what any of it means, but there was a placental abruption that made you hemorrhage,” Yeonjun explained as he grabbed one of Beomgyu’s hands and let it sit on his lap.

The younger glanced down at his lap, tears threatening the edge of his eyes. With 22 seasons of Grey's Anatomy under his belt, he was sure as shit this wasn’t going to end well.

“They did a hysterectomy,” Beomgyu brings his other hand to his mouth as tears stream down his cheeks. “But, there’s a really cute baby in the nursery now.” The elder whispers. Beomgyu just shakes his head, closing his eyes hard.

“Soobin’s bringing you clothes, “ Beomgyu finally looks up and eyes Yeonjun; who has Beomgyu’s blood all over his sweatpants. “Is he bringing you some too? Because you look like you were in a mass casualty accident.”

A sudden knock at the door startles them. A male nurse walks in pushing a bassinet. “Someone wanted to meet her daddies!” He exclaims as the other nurse goes and picks her up. She gestures the baby towards Beomgyu, and he takes a second before nodding.

———-

“What number is his room again?” Soobin mutters as he pulls out his phone, the plastic bag hanging on his elbow swooshing. “This one?” Taehyun asks as he gestures to a room to their left. “It was by the nurses station, so it must be this one.”

”Ugh,” Beomgyu’s mom groans as she pushes past the two. “Just knock on the door.” She says as she hurriedly pounds on the dark wooden door. The metal hangers on a curtain scream before the door opens, revealing Yeonjun whose eyes widen at the sight of Beomgyu’s mom.

“Move!” She exclaims as she pushes past Yeonjun and ventures into the room. Yeonjun stumbles, looking up at the three with shock on his face. “Did she just push me?’ He whispers as the others walk into the room as well.

“Ma!” Beomgyu cries, reaching one arm out for her. She rushes over after dropping a bag on the floor. In his other arm lies a sleeping baby swaddled in a basic white hospital blanket. She sits on the edge of the bed next to Beomgyu, reaching a hand out to rub the side of Beomgyu’s head. “Oh, my baby…” She whispers as she lowers her hand and cups Beomgyu’s cheek.

“This is Chaeyeon,” He murmurs, softly lifting the baby up towards his mom. She hums softly, “She’s beautiful. You did amazing, sweetie.” After pressing a quick kiss to his forehead, she takes the baby and cradles her. “I didn’t know about her until like five hours ago and I lost an entire organ, so I wouldn’t say amazing.” He huffs.

“Shhh, “ says Yeonjun as he comes to the other side of the bed. “Oh damn,” Beomgyu’s mom mutters as she glances between Chaeyeon and Yeonjun. “She looks exactly like you!” She smiles as she looks up at him. From by the door, Soobin exclaims “That’s what I said!”.

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The morning sun peered through the blinds, hitting Beomgyu’s eyes as he slowly opened them. His ankles stretched slightly, rustling around the gross itchy hospital blanket. 

“I’m not asking to postpone the comeback, he just had major surgery,” 

A deep ache shredded through Beomgyu’s abdomen as he slowly lifted himself up. His eyes drifted over to the bassinet to his side, expecting to see a tiny baby swaddled in a white blanket. 

It barely registered that she wasn’t in there before Beomgyu snapped his head towards Yeonjun, who was pacing around near the door. 

One hand holding his phone up to his ear, and the other holding their baby. Their baby—Beomgyu cringes slightly just thinking about their baby. 

All of a sudden a deep feeling rises in Beomgyu’s chest. This is the only chance he gets to have his own child. It must be the omega instincts, because the thought of being physically unable to have children suddenly haunts him. 

It’s odd, he’s never really thought about it before. But now he feels he’s mourning the loss of the ability. Sure, he carried one child, but it barely counts as he didn’t even know. 

“This is nonnegotiable, he just had a baby he’s in no condition to be performing.” Yeonjun whispers into his phone as he’s slightly rocking Chaeyeon. 

Domestic. Family. Home. 

Warmth fills his chest as he watches Yeonjun be so gentle. He almost wants to get to and squeeze the living daylights out of him. But before he can get too rowdy, Yeonjun turns around and flinches when he catches Beomgyu’s eyes.  

“I’ll call you back,” he says calmly without breaking eye contact. He pockets his phone quickly before swiftly walking over to Beomgyu’s bedside. He gently lowers himself to sit on the hospital bed, he’s careful not to get into too much of Beomgyu’s space, but he sits close. 

“How’re you feeling?” Yeonjun whispers as he uses his free hand to tuck Beomgyu’s hair behind his ear. Beomgyu hums and nods, a smile on his face. They sit in silence for a moment, Yeonjun’s eyes never leave Beomgyu. 

“Have you been getting up with her all night?” Beomgyu asks softly as he looks down at the sleeping baby in Yeonjun’s arms. “Yeah, you needed to rest.” Yeonjun responds, glancing down at Chaeyeon. She’s sleeping peacefully, not fully swaddled but with her blanket draped around her. 

Beomgyu’s mom, bless her, did some emergency baby shopping—dropping off all sorts of furniture and supplies back at their dorm, and some clothes and other items at the hospital. 

“You look good,” Beomgyu mutters, “As a girl dad.” Yeonjun’s face softens as he smiles, his hand pulling Beomgyu closer so he can kiss his forehead. “Thank you.” He whispers as he pulls away slowly. 

Chaeyeon stirs, whimpering softly. Yeonjun instantly pulls away entirely from Beomgyu and starts rocking her gently with both arms. 

“We really…” Beomgyu starts, a couple fingers gently trailing down the side of Chaeyeon’s face, “have a baby.” Chaeyeon scrunches up her face as she yawns. 

“We have a baby,” Yeonjun repeats, a soft smile on his face. Meanwhile, a thousand thoughts are racing through Beomgyu’s mind. New ones popping up and overtaking the others. The thought of the comeback suddenly enters the slipstream of the thought of a baby; taking the turn on the inside and smoothly overtaking.

“Fuck, the comeback,” Beomgyu mutters as he watches Yeonjun rock Chaeyeon softly. Yeonjun’s conversation on the phone rings through Beomgyu’s head, “This is nonnegotiable, he just had a baby he’s in no condition to be performing.” 

His shoulders slump, “they’re going to make me do the comeback, aren’t they?” A hand rests on his stomach, right above the stinging surgical site. 

Yeonjun brings a hand behind Beomgyu’s head and pushes him so their foreheads rest together. They both close their eyes with the contact.

🦊🧸🩺

Three days later, two days after being discharged, Beomgyu finds himself sitting back in the makeup chairs in their fitting room at music bank. 

The unknowing staff tiptoe around him after seeing how everyone else is doting on him. Yeonjun is clingy, holding Beomgyu whenever he gets the opportunity. Taehyun makes sure to push their shoulders together when he shows Beomgyu a video on his phone. Kai and Soobin acting supportive but keeping their distance, as when they step near Beomgyu, Yeonjun literally growls at them. 

Up in the makeup chair, Beomgyu chews on his lip as the makeup artist blends in his foundation. His hands are shaking as he picks at the cuticles on his thumbs. He feels antsy, like he can’t sit still. 

The bandage on his lower stomach suddenly feels heavy. God, he can barely get out of bed without help, how is he supposed to perform? It hasn’t even been a week, he’s not even allowed to take the bandage off and he’s already getting ready to go on stage—his heart feels heavy, this is outrageous. No one says it, but everyone else is thinking it. 

Taehyun holds Beomgyu’s elbow as they slowly walk up the five stairs leading to the stage. As they reach the top, Beomgyu stills and turns toward Taehyun. “I don’t think I can do this,” Beomgyu whispers. Taehyun looks at him with sad eyes, Beomgyu knows there’s nothing he can do or say. 

Being on the stage makes Beomgyu feel like everyone can see the abdominal binder he’s wearing. Despite the now lack of uterus, the doctor still recommended he wear one. It squeezes his midsection as he walks to his position; he practiced perfectly fine wearing it, but now he feels unsure. 

When the lights of the stage come on, a wave of nausea washes over Beomgyu. He can see in his peripherals that every member is glancing back at him, it makes the nausea climb up his throat. 

As the cameras fly around them for testing and fans cheer for them, panic builds in Beomgyu’s heart and it burns all the way up his veins. Not only does he feel like he’s going to throw up, down, and side to side, but his entire core feels like it’s on fire. 

He’s wearing baggy jeans and a long sleeve shirt under a t- shirt, but the fabric feels heavy on his skin, it stings at the incision site even under the binder and bandage. 

He’s a performer first, and a post c-section patient second. So as the metronome starts playing in his in ear, he stands up tall. 

But after performing, he’s very acutely aware of being a post c-section patient. He’s managed to get down the stairs of the stage, but the pain searing through his abdomen takes his breath away. One of the managers is already waiting with a wheelchair, worry etched all over his face. It’s Soobin who holds Beomgyu’s elbow as he lowers himself onto the wheelchair. 

“I can’t do that again.” Beomgyu mutters as he grits his teeth, both his hands on his abdomen. The manager stills, his worry is overturned by guilt. 

The next showcase, Beomgyu officially goes on hiatus. He’s a post c-section patient first, a performer second. 

Hello,

This is BigHit Music.

We would like to provide you with some information on TOMORROW X TOGETHER member BEOMGYU’s health and his upcoming schedule. 

BEOMGYU recently underwent emergency surgery  on his abdomen. Originally, he went against medical advice and decided to perform, but it proved too difficult. 

The artist is highly determined to resume his activities, but his participation will be adjusted accordingly as his recovery is the topmost priority as per recommendation from medical staff. 

Therefore, BEOMGYU will not be able to participate in any performances and showcases. BEOMGYU plans to partake in fan engagements, such as fanmeets and signings, with close observation from medical staff.

We will do our best to aid in BEOMGYU’s recovery so he may return, but we ask for fans' kind consideration regarding privacy. We, nor BEOMGYU, will be disclosing details regarding his medical conditions. Please respect the artist’s wishes. 

Thank you.

“Why’d they put the blame on me? They’re the ones who made me perform.” Beomgyu groans as he scrolls down the announcement. He lays on the couch in the dorm, baby Chaeyeon resting peacefully on his chest. She’s awake, eyes searching around. Her hands lightly grip Beomgyu’s shirt as she tries to lift up her head—which she fails miserably at because she was born a week ago. 

The TV comes to life with the beginning intro to their song, Beomgyu quickly sets his phone down on the cushion and rests a hand on Chaeyeon’s back. The stage looks empty without him, they left his spot open as they weren’t able to practice covering him. 

Beomgyu coos as he feels Chaeyeon move her head towards the TV. “Look, baby,” he whispers as he rubs circles on her back. “Daddy looks so cool on stage.” He says to her as she grunts seemingly in response. “You think so too?” 

He looks down at her, scuffing as he realizes she seriously does look exactly like Yeonjun. “I carried you unknowingly for nine months just for you to come out looking like your dad,” he mutters, fingers raking through her thin hair. 

It’s late at night when they come home, Soobin unlocks the door and opens it as quietly as he can. They all tiptoe in the door and close it holding their breath, assuming Beomgyu and the baby are fast asleep. 

They all say their goodnights before breaking off and going their own separate ways. Taehyun goes towards the bathroom, Kai to his bedroom, Soobin to the living room, and Yeonjun to the kitchen. 

As Yeonjun steps in the kitchen, he’s greeted by Beomgyu pacing around in the dark. He turns slightly as he hears Yeonjun’s footsteps, but continues bouncing Chaeyeon. Her head is resting on Beomgyu’s shoulder, and she’s grunting as she’s throwing her arms around. 

“She won’t sleep,” Beomgyu whispers, patting her back lightly. As Yeonjun steps closer, he realizes Beomgyu is not only wearing his shirt but also smells like he’s been in Yeonjun’s bed. Chaeyeon lifts her head slightly off Beomgyu’s shoulder, just enough for Yeonjun to see her looking at him. 

The elder smiles as he walks behind Beomgyu and wraps his arms around his waist. He leans his head on Beomgyu’s shoulder right next to Chaeyeon, giggling softly as she reaches toward him. 

Yeonjun pulls away, but takes Beomgyu by the hips and turns him so they face each other. Chaeyeon scrunches up her eyebrows and tries to turn her head. “You did good today,” Beomgyu whispers, moving forward to nose at Yeonjun’s cheek. Yeonjun hums in response, craning his head to invite Beomgyu into his neck. 

Beomgyu goes to nose down Yeonjun’s neck to scent him, but a shriek makes them jump apart. Chaeyeon flails her arms around quickly as she tries to turn herself. “I think she missed you,” Beomgyu says softly as he slides her into Yeonjun’s awaiting arms. She softly coos as she allows Yeonjun to hold her just like Beomgyu was.

“Ah, come here baby girl,” Yeonjun rocks her softly as Beomgyu slides himself back towards Yeonjun’s neck. As Beomgyu noses down his neck, the light turns on.

“What are you guys doing in the dark?” Kai asks from the doorway as he flips the light switch. No one says anything, no one moves. Within a few seconds, Kai turns the light back off. 

Chaeyeon sleeps peacefully in between them in Yeonjun’s bed. One hand gripping Beomgyu’s shirt and the other holding Yeonjun’s finger. She smells like a perfect mixture of them, soft supple cherries and warm vanilla. 

“Gyu?” Yeonjun whispers softly, Beomgyu looks up and meets his eyes. He pulls his finger away from the baby and places his hand on Beomgyu’s cheek. 

Yeonjun looks at Beomgyu’s eyes, following them as they look at him. “I love you so much.” Yeonjun whispers even softer. Beomgyu smiles, his eyes crinkling. Before Beomgyu can respond, Yeonjun kisses him. 

It’s nothing rough or hungry, it’s soft and loving. Their mouths move together slowly, not even pushing for more. Yeonjun noses at Beomgyu’s cheek as he doesn’t let his lips go. Just before Yeonjun can deepen the kiss, Beomgyu pulls away and looks down at Chaeyeon—who just pulled on his shirt. She’s suddenly awake, and staring up at them. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?!” Beomgyu groans, dropping his head back on the pillow. Yeonjun smiles softly as he places a hand on her chest, looking down at her. 

Beomgyu pressed his cheek to Yeonjun’s, “I love you too.” He whispers as he places his hand on top of Yeonjun’s. Chaeyeon flails her arms up, smacking Beomgyu in the chin. “Your daughter is hitting me,” Beomgyu grunts as he pushes her arm away. 

“Chaeyeonnie….” Yeonjun hums, patting her full belly softly. She grunts as she wiggles her whole body, seemingly trying to get comfortable. She huffs before Beomgyu takes her pacifier she previously spit out and puts it back in her mouth. 

“Maybe if I put her in her bed, she’ll fall asleep.” Beomgyu mutters as he goes to push himself up. Yeonjun holds a hand out, “I got it, you’ve been with her all day.” 

“You’ve been busy all day, I can do it.” Beomgyu responds, sitting up and about to swing his legs off the bed. Before he can, Yeonjun jumps up and grabs her, “I got it, lay back down.” 

Beomgyu curls up under the blanket as he watches Yeonjun rock Chaeyeon, who falls asleep fairly quickly. He gently puts her down in her bassinet, straightening out her pajamas before tiptoeing back to bed. 

He slides next to Beomgyu hastily, quickly getting under the blanket so he can get his arms around the other. They slot together smoothly, arms and legs tangled together. The moon shines through the window, the soft white light glazes over the sheets. A faint breeze whistles through the window, doing flips as it makes its way through the room. 

And somehow, Chaeyeon is still awake. 

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The sound of soft crickets filtered through the windows, and the wind whipped through the curtains. Although the air had gotten colder with the windows open, it was soft and fresh.

Pulling the blanket up his shoulders, Beomgyu exhales slowly. He rolls over, expecting the body of Yeonjun, but he hits the empty mattress instead. His hair sticks to his face as he pushes himself up with his arms, the mattress creaks softly.

“Are you a bit of an insomniac?”

Beomgyu whips his head around at the voice. Yeonjun whispers as he rocks Chaeyeon in his arms. At three months old she’s expected to sleep through the night, but she doesn’t. She rolls her head across the span of Yeonjun’s shoulder, whining quietly.

Watching the two, Beomgyu lowers himself onto his elbows and pushes his cheek into the pillow. He watches as Chaeyeon balls her fists and starts kicking—a warning sign that she’s getting angry. “No no no,” Yeonjun mutters as he starts bouncing her more. “None of that, baby girl. No fussing.”

As she hiccuped to draw more air into her lungs, Yeonjun softly patted her back as he bounced her. She took in a deep breath, causing Beomgyu to sigh as he dropped himself onto the pillow.

“No…..” Yeonjun weakly groaned as she screamed. Flailing her arms and kicking her legs against him, she continued screaming.

Beomgyu groaned loudly and dramatically as he rolled out of bed, the blanket falling off his shoulders. “Yeonnie….” He whined as he reached his arms for her. Yeonjun, who didn’t realize Beomgyu was awake, flinched at his voice and gasped; startling Chaeyeon whose screams intensified.

“Fuck, you just scared the shit out of me,” Yeonjun grumbled, handing Chaeyeon to Beomgyu. A soft patter of footsteps called down the hallway, light peering through the crack of their slightly opened door.

“I told you we shouldn’t let her nap in bed with us, now that’s all she wants,” Beomgyu complains as he sits at the edge of the bed. The faucet in the kitchen releases loudly as Yeonjun falls face-first into the bed next to Beomgyu.

Fat tears run down her chubby cheeks, falling off her chin and onto Beomgyu’s shirt as she cries into his neck. Bringing her hands to her face, she hiccups and gasps for breath.

“You’re alright, honey,” Beomgyu whispers to her as he holds her close, rubbing his cheek against her head. From next to him, Yeonjun groans as he throws an arm on top of Beomgyu’s legs as a subtle “I’m still here”.

“Shh, shh,” Beomgyu hushed her softly as he bounced her. She starts hiccupping quieter, pushing her head deeper against Beomgyu’s shoulder. Heavy footsteps suddenly come to their door, pushing it open softly.

Taehyun looks barely awake, it's 3 in the morning. His eyes are squinting from the transition from the kitchen light to the dark room. Chaeyeon quiets down, sniffling and loudly groaning instead.

“Sorry, did she wake you?” Yeonjun whispers after rolling over onto his side. Taehyun huffs as he pads to the foot of the bed. “I’m an omega, I couldn’t fall back asleep even if I tried.” He sighs as he hands a full bottle of formula over to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu hums gratefully as he stretches his arm out to take the bottle. Chaeyeon, in all her screaming glory, starts hiccuping dramatically once again.

“I’m begging you for a few more hours of sleep…” Beomgyu basically whimpers as he tries adjusting her onto her back. The tone of her scream shifts as Beomgyu brings the bottle closer.

As she latches on to the bottle haphazardly, Taehyun reaches over and sweeps strands of her thin black hair off her face. She nuzzles her cheek into his hand. Yeonjun jerks his head up as Taehyun gasps, “She knows I’m pack!” Beomgyu smiles softly at Taehyun, who’s gleaming with joy.

Taehyun’s soft buttery scent releases from his wrist, urging Chaeyeon to start wiggling. She eats happily in Beomgyu’s arms, with Taehyun’s wrist pressed against her cheek.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she slowly closes her eyes, the nipple of the bottle lolling out of her mouth. Yeonjun jolts up to take the bottle from Beomgyu, who gestures his arms towards Taehyun. The younger scrunched his eyebrows before quickly taking the baby into his own arms.

She groans as she presses her cheek into Taehyun’s chest. As Taehyun holds Chaeyeon, Beomgyu and Yeonjun are quick to scramble under the blanket and cozy into the bed. He watches them with wide eyes as Chaeyeon gets comfy in his arms.

“Go away, we’re sleeping,” Beomgyu whispers before flopping his head down onto the pillow. “What the fuck, guys!” Taehyun whispers as he turns around slowly. He keeps a hand behind her head, holding her gently against his collarbone.

The task of transferring her into her crib taunts him, just looking at the crib three feet away pulls anxiety down his spinal cord. He pats her bottom lightly, dreading taking the steps to get to her crib.

He watches her as he walks slowly over, she doesn’t stir as he moves. The pink bed sheets laugh at him menacingly, he can feel it. “Okay baby,” He whispers (to himself) as he repositions her in his arms. She stirs slightly, but is still happily asleep. More quickly than anything, he lifts her over the side of the crib and gently places her on the mattress.

Chaeyeon scrunched her eyebrows, furled her fists, and pulled back her legs. Taehyun holds his breath, ready for her to scream as he pulls his hands out from under her. But she relaxes, earning a sigh of relief from Taehyun.

He turns towards the bed with a smile, “Mission accomplished!” Beomgyu rolls over, sitting up and pulling his legs to his chest.

Taehyun plops where Beomgyu’s legs had lain, “She’s out.” He whispers with a smile, holding his hand out for Beomgyu, who grabs it with a loose smile. The corners of his lips falter, “You guys seem to be able to handle her much better than me.”

Yeonjun huffs as he rolls over to face them, lifting himself on his elbows. The tremor in Beomgyu’s voice is sharp in his ears, a ping of ice stabs through his heart. Taehyun squeezes Beomgyu’s hand, glancing over worriedly at Yeonjun.

“Give yourself some grace, hyung.” Taehyun quietly offers, releasing some of his soothing scent from his wrist to Beomgyu’s.

“She knows you better than she knows the rest of us,” Yeonjun murmurs, leaning his head against Beomgyu’s arm.

“I think she secretly trusts you more,” Taehyun pats his knee with his free hand, “She just has her days where she wants to be attached to someone else.”

Beomgyu swallows loudly, blinking back a few tears as he nods. “You’re right, we all get sick of each other sometimes.” He whispers, the tremor in his voice getting quieter.

“You’re her dad, no one can replace you,” Taehyun whispers as he stands up, giving Beomgyu’s hand one last squeeze. “Thanks, Tyun,” Beomgyu responds softly. He hums before turning and tiptoeing out of the room.

Beomgyu and Yeonjun sit in silence for a moment, basking in the warmth of each other. The cold crisp breeze flows in the windows, rustling the curtains.

With a soft hum, Yeonjun pulls Beomgyu back onto his chest. His arms wrap around Beomgyu as he noses down his neck, humming as he goes down.

“Have we ever decided,” Beomgyu whispers delicately, his hand intertwining with Yeonjun’s on top of his hips, “what exactly we are?”

Yeonjun freezes, his nose buried in Beomgyu’s scent gland, his breath hot on his cold skin. He hums against Beomgyu’s throat again, “I don’t think so.”

Beomgyu exhales, gearing up for a serious long conversation, but Yeonjun lets go of him. “I actually thought about this,” Yeonjun mumbles as he reaches under his pillow. Beomgyu watches intently, his palms planted on the mattress.

“It’s a little backwards,” he whispers even softer as he pulls a small black box out from beneath his pillow. Beomgyu doesn’t see it at first, he doesn’t see it at all but he hears the click of the hinge as the box opens.

“Yeonjun, I can’t see a thing,” he murmurs through a smile. The elder snorts before pulling his phone off the side of the bed and turning the flashlight on.

“You’re kidding me. You are not proposing to me in the middle of the night with your damn phone flashlight.” Beomgyu groans with a smile as the ring catches his eye finally.

Yeonjun hums playfully, his phone in one hand and the box in the other. He gestures the ring towards Beomgyu, who smiles as he holds his left hand out.

“This is the worst proposal in the world,” Beomgyu mutters while he vigorously nods.

“But you’re saying yes?”

“You’re my biggest role model. The person I’d go to as the world caved in,” Beomgyu whispers slowly as he adjusts the way he’s sitting so he can slide himself comfortably into Yeonjun’s neck.

“Yeonjun, I’d choose to marry you in every single universe.”

He drops his phone abruptly, the light in the room vanishing as he snakes his arm behind the other and pulls him closer. With his right hand behind Yeonjun’s head, Beomgyu pulls back and flips Yeonjun’s phone over so the light engulfs the room again.

“Put it on me?”

Opening his eyes, Beomgyu immediately became suspicious of the quiet aura of the room. Usually, he wakes to hear the babblings of a happy and awake baby, so waking up to silence was new. He’s tucked under Yeonjun’s arm, his cheek resting against the elder's chest.

“Mm,” he groans as he pushes himself up onto his hands. Yeonjun’s arm falls down his back, startling him awake.

“Where’s Chaeyeon?” Beomgyu mumbles as he looks desperately around the room. Hearing his desperation, Yeonjun shoots upright before throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up.

“She’s not in her crib?” He loudly questions as he rushes around the bed towards her crib. Beomgyu follows his steps, eagerly looking around the floor.

They both stand in front of the empty crib, the soft peony sheets drenched in their scents taunting them as they lie empty.

“Did one of the guys grab her?” Yeonjun exclaims as he turns around and strides towards the door hastily, Beomgyu quick to follow in his slipstream.

They rush out into the hallway, both quick to start searching for the voices of their bandmates. They’re trampling over each other as they gallop down the hall.

“Taehyun, you do it, I have no idea how.”

“Why would I know? Soobin you do it.”

“What the fuck, why should I?”

“You have like five nephews.”

“Fuck. Okay, give her here.”

“Uh hello?” Beomgyu exclaims as he and Yeonjun bolt into the living room. Standing in front of the couch are Kai, Taehyun, and Soobin, with Chaeyeon being held out to Soobin by Taehyun.

Chaeyeon, with her hand shoved in her mouth, smiles brightly as she sees her dads. The front of her purple PJs was covered in spit-up, half zipped down her body. Beomgyu frowns, flinching slightly as he feels Yeonjun’s hands on the small of his back.

“Oh my god, what did you do to her?” He remarks as he rushes over to them to take her.

“You guys looked exhausted,” Taehyun starts. “So we got her and fed her,” Kai adds. “And now nobody knows what to do,” Soobin mutters with his arms crossed over his abdomen.

Beomgyu hurriedly takes her from Taehyun, cradling her in his chest. She squeals softly as she relaxes her legs while Beomgyu supports her back upright.

“Oh, love,” Beomgyu whispers to her as he bounces her slightly, one hand on her back and the other wrapped around her bottom. A glint catches Kai’s eye as Beomgyu cradles Chaeyeon.

“What is….“ Kai murmurs as he squints at Beomgyu. Soobin scrunches up his face at Kai’s words, he’s quick to try to look at where Kai is looking. Suddenly, he gasps, “A baby wasn’t enough for you two?”

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Chaeyeon is four months old when Beomgyu decides he’s ready to return. His body aches with the loss of doing his job, he wants to dance and sing again.

He barely goes into his room now, as he and Chaeyeon have moved into Yeonjun’s room, but he needed a moment this morning.

He stands shyly in front of the full-body mirror, one hand lifting his shirt and the other pulling the skin around his scar. He cocks his head as he looks at it in the mirror, the horizontal scar on his pelvic region.

His stomach is still flat since it didn’t show at all when he was pregnant, but if you look closely, you can see the tiniest pouch above the scar. Using his fingers, he pulls the skin around and smooshes it.

The scar used to be angry and puffy, but now it’s a calm shade of pink that ripples on his skin. He traces it gently, eyes moving along with his finger as it spans from one hip straight to the other. A deep ache spreads through his bones when he thinks of what the scar took from him, what whole organ isn’t there anymore.

The hinge on the door creaks, startling Beomgyu, who drops his shirt and turns away from the mirror. Standing behind the door, Kai gleams with a soft smile.

“You’re coming to practice?” He inquires, one hand still holding the doorknob. They had already prerecorded this album, all they had to do was learn the choreography. And Beomgyu wasn’t about to miss any more time.

Beomgyu nods with a sharply soft smile. “Yeah,” he starts before clearing his throat, “I’m gonna try, Kai-ah.” His abdomen still cramps when he moves oddly, the incision scar aches when it touches a shirt, but he’s going to try anyway. For the group, for the fans, for himself.

“We’re leaving in ten, okay?” Kai says with a more questioning tone, as if he were nervous that Beomgyu was going to disagree. But Beomgyu nods with a hum.

As Kai leaves, Beomgyu mentally decides to stop letting the scar get to him. It’s there, and it won’t go away, so he has to deal with it. But he ends up in front of the mirror again with his shirt lifted.

He’s been doing special massages, using scar tape, and even doing a special scar procedure to make it go down. But it’s still noticeable. It’s still there.

When he looks up, he catches Yeonjun standing by the door in the mirror. It startles him, causing him to drop his shirt.

“Does it bother you?” Yeonjun whispers as he slides his arms around Beomgyu’s waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. Beomgyu bares his neck slightly, putting his arms on top of Yeonjun’s.

“It doesn’t hurt much anymore,” Beomgyu mutters as he uses a finger to tap on Yeonjun’s forearm. “But I don’t like how it looks.” He adds, voice quieter.

Yeonjun presses a slight kiss to Beomgyu’s neck, “It’s like a battle scar, shows you went through hell and back.” Beomgyu hums, pressing his cheek into the side of Yeonjun’s face.

“I think it’s pretty sweet, like they pulled a whole baby out of that,” Yeonjun mutters as he noses near Beomgyu’s ear. Beomgyu smiles, watching Yeonjun in the mirror.

“You really carried our baby girl,” he whispers directly in Beomgyu’s ear. Beomgyu squeals, pulling his head away. They rock gently together, just basking in each other's warmth. Locking eyes in the mirror, smiles spread on both their faces.

“I think it’s funny,” Beomgyu says as he grabs one of Yeonjun’s wrists, “We went years as friends with benefits and now we’re engaged with a baby.”

“I don’t think I’d do anything differently,” Yeonjun mutters in his ear before pressing a soft kiss against his temple. They sway softly together, before soft groans from Beomgyu’s bed interrupt them.

“Fuck, I totally forgot she was asleep in here,” Beomgyu mutters as he pulls away from Yeonjun and rushes to Chaeyeon.

She rolls slightly onto her side as she coos herself awake. “Here, let me get her,” Yeonjun whispers as he pulls Beomgyu’s hip. “You should wear the binder, your core muscles are probably still weird.” He mentions as he gently picks Chaeyeon up and positions her on his chest like she likes.

Beomgyu hums before pressing a kiss to Chaeyeon’s cheek as she blows raspberries. He pulls away from her, a pang of guilt stabbing through his heart as he turns away.

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Learning a new choreography was thrilling for Beomgyu. He was only able to perform the last comeback once, so gearing up to do another one was exciting.

He was more anxious about Chaeyeon being away from them. She was a few floors down at the company daycare, it was her first time being watched by someone who wasn’t one of the members or their parents.

The only other issue Beomgyu kept running into was everyone being protective of him all of a sudden. If he tripped, slipped, or stumbled out of formation in the slightest bit, the whole group would stop for him. He appreciated the concern, it felt nice to know everyone was looking out for him, but at this point, he was convinced Soobin was about to wrap him with bubble wrap.

The choreographers were even treating him differently. They start explaining things to him like he’s a child, or pulling him aside to correct him instead of doing it in front of the group.

Everyone knows TXT’s signature dance move is jumping somehow. At first, Yeonjun questioned whether they should do it, but Beomgyu wanted to try.

“1..2..3..Jump…twist…arms up...7..8…” Minseo, their lead choreographer, counts loudly as she claps the beats. After the eighth count, the members fall out of formation to take a breather.

Instantly, the others on the choreography team turn to Minseo, quietly voicing their concerns about how Beomgyu executed the jump and twist sequence.

Beomgyu pants as he pulls up the top of the abdominal binder, the seams scratching at his ribs. “Drink,” Taehyun mutters as he pushes a water bottle into Beomgyu’s side. He hums gratefully as he takes the water from Taehyun.

“Beomgyu,” Minseo calls from up by the mirror wall, startling Beomgyu into dribbling water out of his mouth. “Did that feel alright?” She asks gently, her voice softening as she speaks to him.

“Ah,” Beomgyu starts, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I think I under-rotated the twist, but it felt okay.” He adds, clutching the water bottle tightly. Minseo hums in agreement, nodding slightly.

“You need to spend extra time on those core muscles, they’re all sorts of loose now.” She nonchalantly says as she takes notes on a pad of paper. Beomgyu hums in acknowledgment, but shies away.

Suddenly, Beomgyu feels a pat on his hip, startling him. “You’re doing just fine, you’re keeping up good,” Yeonjun mutters in his ear, hand resting on Beomgyu’s hip.

“Okay,” Minseo calls as she hands off her notebook to another staff member. “Let’s take that sequence from the top again,” She bellows as she gestures to the staff member responsible for the music.

She starts clapping the beats again, “1..2..3..jump…twist…arms up…” She stops suddenly, causing them all to halt mid-dance. “Do it again.”

“1..2..3..jump..twist..arms up…nope again.”

“1..2..3..jump..no! Again!”

The sixth time they do it, Beomgyu lands on his ankle funny, causing him to collapse on his knees. With his head down, he hears mutters of “fuck!” “shit!” among other curse words. Yeonjun’s the first to be at his side, and he’s quick to grab Beomgyu’s elbow.

“Are you okay?” He asks urgently as Taehyun and Soobin back away slowly, glancing at each other with worry etched on their faces. Beomgyu nods, squeezing his eyes shut as sharp pains radiate up his ankle, but they go away quickly.

“Yeah, just landed funny. I’m good.” He murmurs as he smiles weakly up at Yeonjun.

“Beomgyu,” Kai mutters softly as he places a hand on Beomgyu’s arm. “Let’s take a break, you’ve been working hard.” He adds with a soft smile on his face.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, let’s all take a break,” Soobin calls from nearby, Taehyun at his side with a frown on his face.

“I don’t think he’s ready for this,” Taehyun whispers harshly, a hand gripping Soobin’s wrist tightly. Soobin nods slowly, not making eye contact.

From the other side of the practice room, Kai holds Beomgyu’s hand as Minseo goes over her notes with him. “Your core,” she says as she pushes her pencil into Beomgyu’s side, “isn’t what it used to be, that’s why you’re not doing this sequence right.” She explains, disappointment laced in her voice. “I was reviewing footage from the last comeback, you’ve really gone downhill.”

Yeonjun frowns from beside Beomgyu, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He’s sat at Beomgyu’s side, one palm resting on the floor slightly behind him and the other in his lap.

Before Minseo opens her mouth again, one of the double doors slams open, startling everyone into silence. Standing in the doorway is one of the daycare employees, a frown on his face. Yeonjun rushes to his feet, grabbing Beomgyu’s wrist quickly.

“Chaeyeon won’t go down for a nap, she’s getting really upset. Can someone-“ He starts, his fingers nervously fidgeting with each other. “I’m coming,” Beomgyu exclaims as he pulls away from Kai and Yeonjun.

“I can go-“ Yeonjun mutters as he frowns. Beomgyu turns back and shakes his head before rushing to the door. Minseo scuffs as she turns around and walks back towards the rest of the choreo team.

As Beomgyu follows the daycare worker back down to the daycare, pain swirls up his abdomen with each step. The walk is long, the elevator ride is slow, and it was deathly awkward.

The worker pushes the door of the daycare open, and Beomgyu is hit with the distinct sound of his baby crying. He can’t help but sigh, of course, she’s the first thing you hear when you enter the daycare.

“We’ve tried everything, she’s just not happy,” A different worker says as she rounds the corner, a crying Chaeyeon propped on her hip.

“Hi, honey,” Beomgyu whispers to Chaeyeon as he takes her from the worker. She looks up at him with tears welling in the corners of her eyes, a frown on her face.

“Let’s go see daddy, that’s probably what you want, huh?” She coos back at him, rubbing her cheek against his collarbone. “I’ll just sign her out,” Beomgyu mutters to the worker, who nods before turning towards the desk.

“She said I went downhill! Can you believe that, Chaeyeon?” Beomgyu exclaims to her dramatically, earning soft giggles. “She says she looked over old practice footage. Well no shit, I had major abdominal surgery.” He adds, his voice less enthusiastic and more upset.

Chaeyeon whines, sensing his displeasure. Her scent fades into rotten fruit, a frown big on her face. “Oh, don’t be upset. I’m okay.” He whispers as he rubs his cheek on the side of her head. She babbles, gripping Beomgyu’s shirt tightly.

They reach the double doors of the practice room, and they suddenly feel more gloomy than normal. Sensing Beomgyu’s discomfort again, Chaeyeon scrunches up her face and pulls on his shirt again.

As he pushes the door open with his hip, Chaeyeon frowns harder. Almost as if she could sense the incoming future.

“Taehyun…” he whispers, hand shaking as the blood drips off onto his grey shorts. Taehyun goes pale in the face watching blood seep through Beomgyu’s shorts.

“Fuck, oh my god call 911,” Taehyun exclaims as he hurriedly rips off his hoodie and drapes it over Beomgyu’s legs. A sob rips through Beomgyu’s lips as Soobin dives across the floor to grab his phone.

“Beomgyu,” Taehyun whispers as he grabs Beomgyu’s hand. “Are you pregnant?” Taehyun watches Beomgyu’s face as the gears turn in his brain. The room is dead silent, the only noises heard are Soobin whispering into his phone.

A shush of wind blows in the windows, moving the curtains against the rod. A fan in the corner is creaking with every rotation of the arms. Somewhere an outlet is buzzing.

“I didn’t know,” A sob crawls up Beomgyu’s throat and jumps from his lips. “I didn’t know,” he repeats as tears slide down his cheeks.”