Thread by @fruityboops

#btsau where ot7 adjust to life as a mated pack. (aka a namgi sequel drabble from the a/b/o threadfic feat their baby)

hi hello bet you thought i forgot about this huh 😘
i don’t really have a plan i’m just vibing. might do a part for each member idk i’m depresso and feeling tender
tags:
-sickeningly domestic fluff
-so much softness

part one: corcovado

because of storytelling through-lines and social studies, it’s common knowledge that alphas, especially pack alphas, tend to herd their packmates in times of stress and disquiet.

so when nj comes stalking into the nursery, wrinkles in his suit, a creased forehead from frowning, and a resigned looking jm on his heels, yg very calmly offers little sleeping aera to his pack alpha and moves to stand.

nj immediately buries his face into her soft cheek, inhaling the fresh scent of his pup. between one breath and the next, the tart bite of agitation and the peppery burn of stress dissipates, replaced by the clean scent of ozone.

after he feels that aera has been sufficiently snuggled, nj tugs them all close and starts nudging them back through the door that attaches the nursery to the nest room. when yg steps through, jk is sitting patiently in the middle of the nest, cheeks full.

yg lets himself be deposited next to jk, leaning easily into his side when an arm comes up to wrap around his back.
despite having 6 other parents to lean on, it’s only been a few months: they’re still figuring it out. which means yg is often tired.

so while nj flutters about gathering his pack from the corners of the estate, yg burrows into jk’s oversized sweater and settles in for a well-earned nap. jk takes it all in stride, rearranging their limbs for maximum comfort and skinship and then falling still as a statue.

before he relaxes fully into the embrace of jk’s sweet wood fire scent, a warm body folds along yg’s back and brings with it his favorite fleece throw. yg hums and wiggles happily into jm’s embrace, the scent of mint and honey easing him along into sleep.

when yg wakes up, it’s to a significant increase in bodies and soft crying.
it’s not aera, because everyone would be awake and scrambling to fix it.
yg blinks in the low light of the nest room, craning his neck over and around other bodies in search of the sound.

to yg’s dismay, it’s nj. swaddled in a blanket in the hanging chair, the first set of colorful nest eggs in his arms and lap. he’s sniffling quietly as he touches the eggs gently, reverently, like if he so much as blinked the would evaporate.

he carefully crawls his way out of the nest, and it speaks to how upset his alpha is that nj doesn’t even truly notice until yg is kneeling at his feet and reaching out to lay a hand on nj’s knee. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t ask, he just looks up into nj’s swollen eyes.

that’s one of the things he loves most about his pack alpha. that their shared silence is it’s own communication, even in the infancy of their relationship and parenthood. nj doesn’t just look at him, he observes, he catalogues, he pays such excruciating attention-

to detail that yg often feels completely swaddled and safe with just one look.
nj breathes deeply a few times, the stuttering of his heaving chest settling down into an easier rhythm. yg scoots closer until he’s successfully worked his way between nj’s knees.

nj sets some of the plush eggs aside in the large chair before leaning down to cup yg’s face between still sleep warm palms.
“it’s been two days since i last changed her diaper,” nj whispers brokenly, and yg has to pause and consider that.

it’s not surprising, seven people with seven intertwined and diverging lives. honestly, the most stable one at the moment is aera, because even yg has to leave sometimes to check in on his last handful of expecting parents.

so maybe it has been a couple days since joon was last treated to one of their sprout’s notable messes. it’s not like she’s running out. yg doesn’t respond, just stares at his mate silently until joon sighs.

“it’s only been a few months but i feel like i’m already missing too much. she has a new freckle on her butt! jk knew before i did!” nj will deny it, but he absolutely pouts, and yg feels fondness flood his system at the sight.

“one freckle isn’t the end all be all, my love,” yg whispers, leaning further into joon’s space.
“remember what we agreed on,” he croons, “until the end of the summer, and then a couple years to be a family. be a pack.” yg nuzzles his nose soothingly into nj’s.

“it’s so far away,” joons breathing hitches like he wants to whine, but his posture says further onto yoongi, his nose coming to rest on the fresh bruises littering yg’s collarbone.
“it’s only two more months,” yg hums, wrapping his arms around nj’s back.

“take the weekend off,” yg continues, wiggling until nj picks him up to settle yg in his lap. nj sighs like he is not only bereft, but aggrieved.
“i can’t,” he sighs, “i’ve got meetings all day monday.”
“have you been delegating?” yg sniffs at him suspiciously.

nj at least has the sense to look guilty as he shakes his head ‘no’.
“okay,” yg replies, moving to stand and ignoring nj’s quiet whine at the loss even as he follows suit.
“tomorrow morning you’re gonna ask hobah to help you, and then you’re gonna take the weekend off.”

nj looks like he wants to shoulder the burdens alone so yg decides to bring in the big guns.
“please, alpha? me and aera miss you,” yg blinks up at his mate with large eyes, tugging meekly at joons sleep shorts to really put the nail in his lovers proverbial coffin.

“oh god,” nj warbles, slumping forward to ensconce yg in his arms.
“anything you want, always.” nj mumbles, praises and promises spilling from his lips like so much honey.
“i love you,” yg whispers as he gently tries to maneuver them back into the nest.

“i love you too,” nj slurs, limbs heavy as yg gently drops him between sj and jk.
“things will be better in the morning,” yg whispers as he seamlessly tucks nj into the limbs of their pack, effectively trapping him. nj hums, a musical sound, and then his breathing evens out.

yg’s wide awake, for now, so he quietly tiptoes out of the room once he double checks that aera is in her bassinet on the edge of the nest. the wall clock in the hallway says it’s the middle of the night, so yg quietly shuffled around the house, tidying up.

in the short months since aeras birth, they’ve fallen into a routine, but it’s clear that they’re gonna need to review their short terms plans. he’d like his mates to not be burnt out by the time they all take paternity leave.

yg winds up in the kitchen, elbow deep in bread dough as he rotates the problem in his head, trying to think of as many possible solutions as he can to keep his pack whole and hardy for as long as possible.

arms wrap around him while he’s scribbling on their grocery list, sleepy morning dew filling his nostrils as nj nuzzles into his neck with a loving nip and a quiet hum.
“thank you,” he whispers quietly, swaying yg slightly from side to side.

“you’re welcome,” yg murmurs back, leaning into the contact and relishing the early morning quiet with his pack alpha before the chaos of the day starts.
“i emailed my assistant,” nj admits.

“good,” yg purrs, breathless giggles pulled from his belly as he’s spun around and lifted onto the counter so nj can capture his mouth in a searing kiss.
“you’re the best, you know?” nj praises against his lips.

“i try,” yg responds, the unspoken ‘for you’ clinging to the air between them. the quiet vibration of yg’s phone alarm, signaling that the bread is done, interrupts but does not snuff out the heat between them.

“wanna make out on the couch until aera wakes up?” nj grins at him boyishly as yg sets the bread onto a rack to cool.
“jinhyung is gonna wake up before her,” yg rolls his eyes, but can’t help the hitch in his chest at the sight of that precious smile.

“i know,” nj replies, eyes wide and hand held aloft in invitation.
yg hardly thinks before he grabs it and lets himself be herded into the lounge. nj situates yg in his lap, more intimate than overtly sexual, and yg melts into his broad chest.

he hums appreciatively at all of the golden skin bated before him. yg could spend eons mapping out his mates, memorizing their individual topographies. nj refuses to let him be distracted, dragging him down into a startlingly gentle kiss.

but, yg supposed, they’ve got at least two hours before aera wakes up demanding food and attention, so they might as well start slow.
he leans further into nj’s chest and shivers when large hands slink under his (sj’s) sleep shirt to wrap around his waist.

sj wakes up not even a full hour later, shuffling sleepily into the kitchen and humming happily when he finds the bread. that hum turns to a deep sigh when he clocks them necking on the couch like teenagers.

yg winks at him over nj’s head when they break for breath and nj trails his lips down to suck another bruise onto yg’s neck. sj sighs again, but he’s smiling and sleep ruffled and holding up the coffee pot in silent offering.

‘i love you,’ yg mouths at him with a wide grin, sighing and eyelids fluttering when a particularly stimulating kiss is pressed to his pulse point. sj rolls his eyes fondly, but also pulls down their favorite mugs, kindly ignoring the low growls rumbling in nj’s chest.

it’s a good morning, yg thinks, which is only affirmed when th walks in with aera in his arms, the two of them in the middle of a conversation consisting of babbles and praise.
-fin-