The tour and announcements go incredibly well. Taehyung's speedy coming out and pregnancy announcement was filmed and put on the BANGTANTV YouTube channel so everyone can access it, and the reactions are surprisingly positive. Now there's only one concert left, in Seoul, and Taehyung is due in two weeks.

As we walk in to look at the venue, Taehyung almost crashes into a wall because he's looking at his phone. I quickly jerk him away by the arm.

"Well?" I ask.

He looks up at me and shuts off his phone. "What?"

"I know what the app looks like, are you going to tell me what food the baby is the size of or not?"

Taehyung smiles shyly. "A pumpkin."

I stare at him incredulously. "A pumpkin? That's massive!" I put a hand on his belly. "Hello, my pumpkin."

"Except she's smaller than a pumpkin, since she's developing so slowly. As Dr What's-her-face so clearly pointed out." Taehyung rolls his eyes.

Taehyung has made a point of never trying to remember his new obstetrician, Dr Wheeler's, name. To be fair, she is the worst. Yesterday she did a scan and couldn't stop going off about how the baby would most likely die if she was to come out now or on her due date since she's so small. It wasn't very reassuring. She never talks to us if it isn't in a scheduled appointment, even though she's been dragged along with us on the bus tour. She simply sits there not speaking to anyone. We all miss April a lot.

It's very noisy in the room where we get our hair and makeup done before the concert starts, but I still manage to hear snippets of the conversation Jimin is having on the phone next to me.

"The new doctor is terrible ... he needs you here ... two weeks ... stop saying you can't ... pull yourself together ... I'll send you where we are."

I wonder if he could be talking to April, but the tone he uses with her surprises me, and whenever Taehyung or I have tried to call her she hasn't answered. I make a mental note to ask him about it after the concert.

The cheers are the loudest they've been on any night as Taehyung walks out after our first performance.

"Hello ARMY!" he calls out, beaming as they all shout "Hello V!" back to him. "I purple you!" He holds out a finger heart and all the fans I can see reciprocate the gesture. "Thank you thank you thank you for an amazing month of concerts. I don't know what I'd do without you guys. You've given me so much love." His voice cracks, and he wipes tears from his eyes. Jin is standing closest to him so he puts an arm around him, making the crowd scream even louder. "Ugh, I promised myself I wouldn't cry on this tour. Let's just get started!"

We lock eyes and I give him the biggest smile I can muster, wanting him to know how incredibly proud I am.

~

After the first performance is over and my tears are dried, I feel a cramp in my stomach. A sickly feeling spreads through me and I'm reminded of the time I collapsed onstage at Music Core. I tell myself that everything is probably fine, and continue to act like normal. After the next song finishes, it comes back again. It briefly crosses my mind that I might be having contractions, that this is it, but they don't hurt enough to be contractions. Maybe they're false labour like April was telling me about a while ago. The pains continue the entire time I'm onstage, and then it's time for us to go off while Jungkook does his dance solo.

The moment I stand up off my chair, the pain really kicks in. The lights have gone down so I don't see whose arm I grab onto until I hear Jimin's voice.

"What is it? Are you okay?" he whispers.

"I don't know. It hurts," I whisper back, screwing up my face and trying to take deep breaths. The pain subsides.

Jimin quickly whisks me offstage and into a chair in the wings before the lights come on again and Jungkook's performance starts.

"Doctor!" he calls, and Dr What's-her-face comes over.

"What is it?" she asks sharply as some staff and the other members gather around.

"He said he's in pain," Jimin tells her.

I nod. "It's gone away now, but it felt like it might be a contraction. It's probably just false labour, but I don't know."

The pain comes again and I take Jimin's hand and squeeze it hard.

"Oh, fantastic, what a perfect time to go into labour," Dr What's-her-face says.

"Should we call an ambulance?" Jin asks.

"Well he's right, it might be a false alarm, I'll have to check. Come this way." Dr What's-her-face motions for me to stand up, but then the pain comes again and I whimper pathetically.

"He can't stand up, he's in too much pain!" Hoseok says.

His voice sounds funny and distorted, and I begin to feel faint.

"Jungkook. I need Jungkook," I hear myself say.

"He'll be here soon," Namjoon says.

"Stop just standing there and do something!" Yoongi snaps at Dr What's-her-face, then walks over and takes my other hand which I gratefully squeeze.

And then I hear a voice I've never been happier to hear.

"She's not going to do anything. Make way, coming through." April pushes her way through the crowd that has gathered, and kneels down in front of me, putting her hands on my knees. "Everything will be just fine, Taehyung, I've just called an ambulance. They'll be here before you know it. I'm just going to need you to stay calm, and keep breathing."

And so I do my very best to stay calm, the feel of Jimin and Yoongi's hands in mine and April's hands on my knees comforting me. I have people around to help me. Jungkook will be here soon. The ambulance will take me to the hospital. Breathe.