Thread by @yoonminsimp

Jimin is dared to go up to an intimidating alpha and ask to taste his drink.

He gets more that he bargained for.

“If I were you I would get new friends.”

“Why?”

“Because they sent you straight to a wolf when you look like the prettiest little sheep.”

#ymfest22_D18

-alpha yg
-omega jm
-biker yg
-mpreg
-a little bit of violence (because of biker gangs)
-🔞🔞🔞🔞

Getting knocked up by a biker gang member in the middle of a turf war was the last thing he needed.

He remembers the night he had met Min Yoongi’s in vivid technicolor.

He had just moved into the middle of nowhere town in hopes of escaping the shitstorm he had left back home, the only people residing there were the ones that had been born there and hadn’t managed to escape it-

and people that wanted to disappear.

And criminals but he would learn about that later.

He blames the whole thing on his crippling loneliness, the townspeople had made it very clear they didn’t appreciate outsiders and Jimin screamed city boy from every pore.

So he should have known something was up when his new coworkers, other omegas working as waiters in a little diner, invited him out for drinks.

He hadn’t minded the somewhat long drive to the outskirts of the town, he didn’t took notice of the bikes parked outside the bar or the logo spray painted beside the entrance, all he had cared about was that he heard music and that there was alcohol everywhere.

He seriously needed the alcohol.

That’s how an hour later he was pleasantly buzzed and answering the strange question thrown his way.

“Are city omegas really as daring as they say?” Jimin didn’t know who ‘they’ were but he just shrugged.

“I guess it depends on how you look at it.” He said, downing another shot.

“Are you daring?” Another one of the omegas asked and damn Jimin for wanting to be liked.

“What do you propose?” He asked trying to sound nonchalant.

“Let’s see.” The one Jimin had dubbed ‘the ring leader’ looked around the bar with calculating eyes until he stopped somewhere behind Jimin. “How about you go up to that alpha and ask for a sip of his drink?”

Jimin turned around and saw him.

The man was sitting at the far end corner with two other guys with a glass in hand, they were all tatted up to high heavens and wore denim vests with the same symbol that had been outside the bar.

The man looked relaxed but there was something about him that had Jimin’s skin prickling.

“That’s it?” Jimin asked taking another shot and standing up. “I don’t know if ‘city omegas’ are daring or you guys are just tame.”

He said with a little false bravado and ignored the snickering behind him.

He walked with as much confidence as he could and the closer he got to the man the urge to turn around and run in the opposite direction got stronger.

Now that he could see him better Jimin had to admit that the man was hot, pale skin under all the ink, dark hair styled in a way that made his undercut more noticeable, broad shoulders and bulging biceps. The whole package.

But it was the air around him that told Jimin the man was all alpha and something in the back of his brain, the primal part that hadn’t gone away with evolution, told him that the man was dangerous.

A predator.

He stopped once he was close enough and before he could say anything the man turned to him, dark feline shaped eyes assessing him.

His gaze felt heavy on Jimin skin.

“Hi.” Jimin said with a smile, he was an expert in fake it till you make it. “I was kind of dared by my friends to ask for a sip of your drink.” He said and noticed the uptick on the man’s lips.

“Is that so?” The man said taking a sip of said drink.

“You think you can handle the good stuff?”

As usual Jimin’s mouth got away from him.

“You would be surprised of what I can handle.” After the words left his traitorous mouth he tried with all his might not to blush, he heard the man’s companions snort.

“I would love to see that.” The man smirked. “Go ahead then, doll.” The man said, offering Jimin his glass which he took with slightly trembling hands.

He took a sip and felt the whiskey leave a burning trail down his throat.

He licked his lips.

“Thanks.” He said after, noticing the man’s eyes getting even darker as they stared at his lips before looking up.

“My pleasure.” He said as he took the glass back and downed it like a shot, never taking his eyes off Jimin.

He should have just turned around and walked away but his feet for some reason refused to move, now that he was on the man’s orbit the urge to run turned into the urge of getting closer.

“If I were you I would get new friends.” The man said, snapping Jimin out of his thoughts, he looked at the man, confused.

“Why?”

“Because they sent you straight to a wolf when you look like the prettiest little sheep.” The words almost sounded like a purr as he nodded in the-

direction Jimin had come from.

Jimin couldn’t fight the blush this time. He turned to where the other omegas had been and saw an empty table.

“Son of a bitch!” He said a little louder than he initially intended and he could hear the man chuckle. He turned back to the man and glared, his blush being replace by a flush of anger.

Without saying another words he walked to the exit and just as he had imagined the car with which he had been oh so graciously picked up was gone.

He let out a sound of frustration before being scare half to death when someone spoke up behind him.

“They left as soon you took the sip.” Jimin turned around, hand on his chest, and saw one of the bartenders leaning against the wall, a lit cigarette between his fingers.

The other omega was stunningly gorgeous with his dark wavy hair, tan skin, long legs and sharp features.

It was a little intimidating if Jimin was honest.

“I’m Taehyung.” The omega said, smiling at Jimin. “You’re new around here.” He said before taking a drag of the cigarette.

“Jimin, and is that obvious, huh?”

Jimin huffed and walked closer to the other omega. “Got a spare one?” He asked and Taehyung wordlessly offered him an open pack, Jimin took one and lit it up.

“I hope you’re ready for small town gossip.” Taehyung said, looking ahead with a smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“You just approached a Bangtan Boy, darling, and those bitches are going to make sure everyone knows it.” Taehyung said and Jimin was tired of being confused.

“What are you talking about?” He could feel himself getting frustrated, the other omega looked amused.

“This is biker territory, honey, Bangtan’s to be precise.”

“As in biker gangs?” Jimin asked, eyes going wide.

“Yup.” Taehyung said finishing up the cigarette. “The actual town is mostly neutral territory, not here though.” He said knocking on the wall were the logo was sprayed on. “And you just walked straight to the VP of the club running this place.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Jimin groaned and banged the back of his head against the wall.

“And it looks like he’s not done with you.” Jimin turned to look at Taehyung but the other omega wasn’t looking at him.

He followed the direction of his gaze and saw the man from the bar standing there. “Good luck.” Taehyung said and started to walk away.

As he was passing the man they did something that had Jimin puzzled for a moment.

The man grabbed Taehyung by the nape of his neck and pulled him closer until the side of their heads touched. By the time it finally clicked in his head Taehyung was already inside the bar.

They had scented each other.

Like pack.

It was a practice that was slowly dying out so to see it happening with his own eyes left him perplexed, and a little envious as a pang of loneliness enveloped his heart.

“You doing okay there, doll?” The man said and Jimin rolled his eyes.

“If you’re here to make fun of me, save it.” He huffed and the man chuckled.

“So you’ve got an attitude under that sweet face, huh?” The man said and Jimin glared at him.

The man put his hands up as if he was surrendering. “I was just going to offer you a ride home, no need to glare.”

“Really?” Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Seemed right, seeing as you are stranded here and I was used as the bait.” The man kept smirking.

“My mom always told me to not accept rides from strangers.” Jimin said throwing away the butt of the cigarette.

“You always do what your mom tells you to do?” The man asked.

“If I did I wouldn’t be here right now.” Jimin answered walking towards the man.

“That a yes to the ride?” The man leaned against one of the bikes, intimidating and dark just like it’s owner.

Had Jimin just learned that the man was a high ranking member of a biker gang?

Yes.

Did he still found himself being attracted to the man like a piece of metal to a giant magnet?

Apparently so.

So he climbed after the man and held on tight when the bike roared to life like a beast being awakened, feeling a shiver run up his spine.

“Hold on tight, doll.” The man’s said and they were off.

Later he learned that the man’s name was Yoongi, if only because he wanted Jimin to scream it as he pounded into him with a ferocity Jimin had never encountered before.

He was made to come until he blacked out, his bones turned to liquid and completely satiated.

He woke up feeling as if he had been run over by a truck but with a smile on his face, he figured he would probably never see Yoongi again and even if it had been the best sex of his life he was okay with it.

His life was complicated enough without adding bikers into the mix.

In the future when he looks back at that moment, he swears he can hear the universe laughing at him.

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He learned really quickly that Taehyung had been right, if he had been getting side eyes before it was nothing compared to the dirty looks thrown at him after news spread that he was apparently a ‘biker babe’.

People had no proof he had slept with a biker, which he had, but they treated him like a pariah anyway.

His comfort was that even if he hadn’t ended up under Yoongi that night the results would have been the same, so he kept his head up and went on with his life.

He ignored the headaches, nausea and exhaustion attributing them to the fact that he was in a hostile environment and that he had never worked a day in his life before.

When his heat was late he didn’t even notice because he had been so stressed and the change in his scent flew right over his head.

The moment he actually realized something was going on was months later when he was dragged off the streets by two burly man and tossed into a van.

He had been terrified, which in turn made him angry. So when’s he was dragged out of the van after a long drive and thrown in front of a stranger he resorted to running his mouth and glare at at the man.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Was the first thing he said. The man was tall, broad and had a mustache, he was also tatted up
and had a leather vest that gave Jimin a sense of deja vu.

The man took a big whiff, too close for Jimin’s comfort, and smiled nastily.

“So it is true.” The man said. “That bastard Min really has a knocked up omega running around.” Whatever jimin had planned to say died in his tongue.

Knocked up?

When Jimin wasn’t smart he was really dumb because in that instant everything clicked in his head and he felt himself going cold.

“What do you want?” Jimin asked as he tried to stay calm.

“I can see he hasn’t been able to break you in yet.” The man touched his cheek and Jimin jerked back. “If only you didn’t reek of the bastard.” The man sighed mockingly.

Jimin felt bile rise up his throat.

If he puked he hoped he did it all over the smug fucker’s face.

“But alas, you’re here because I need you to deliver a message.” The man kept talking.

“Do I look like a fucking homing pigeon to you?” He heard the slap before he felt it, he spat the blood in his mouth from his now busted lip and kept glaring.

“You look like a mouthy little bitch waiting for someone to put you in your place.”

The man’s rancid breath hit Jimin’s nose because of how close the man was, he grimaced. “You’re gonna tell your alpha that this is just the beginning, we want this territory and it’s gonna be open season until we get it.” The man said. “Understood?”

Jimin didn’t answer and the man grabbed him by the hair. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, fuck, I understand. Now stop touching me.” Jimin said through gritted teeth.

He was unceremoniously thrown back in to the van, Jimin was getting fucking tired of being thrown around , and one of the goons, he dubbed him ‘missing tooth’, started to drive while the other, ‘baldy’, kept looking at him in a way that made Jimin want to punch him in the face.

He ignored the man and gently cupped his tummy, it didn’t come as a total surprise that he was barely showing even if by his calculations he was a little more than three months along because he had seen pictures of his mom when she was pregnant with him and she hadn’t even-

started showing until she was over the five month mark.

So that checked.

What he couldn’t believe was how many warning signs he had ignored, because looking back there had been warning signs,the fact that he had found an excuse for every single one and hadn’t put them together.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the van stopping and being yanked out of it none too gently before, you guessed it, being thrown on the ground.

He heard the doors of the van slam shut again and the van driving away.

Jimin waited until he couldn’t hear the vehicle anymore before looking up.

He was on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere and it took him a couple of minutes before he recognized were he was. It was the dirt road that led to the fucking bar he had met Yoongi in.

He felt a mix of emotions that left him nauseous but he took reign of them and stood up still cupping his tummy, if he put pressure on it he could almost feel a hardness behind the little bit of fat he thought was him just putting on a little bit of weight, and started walking.

When he saw the bar in the distance the only emotion he could feel was anger.

He marched right inside startling the bartender, Taehyung, who was cleaning glasses behind the bar. The other omega turned around and his eyes went wide when he saw Jimin.

He could only imagine what he looked like but he knew his hair was a mess, his clothes were dirty, he had a busted lip and skinned knees that were bleeding through the rips on his jeans, and he was pretty sure he was close to being feral.

“Where the fuck is Yoongi?” He growled and saw Taehyung open his mouth to answer but another voice interrupted him.

“Ooh, we’ve got a crazy one looking for you, hyung.” He heard someone say behind him and Taehyung’s eyes widened even more.

“Jungkook!” He whispered harshly not taking his eyes off Jimin, he could clearly sense the danger as a fellow omega.

It was not something common that happened in modern times but there was a reason why omegas used to be last line of defense when they still lived in caves.

Nothing was more dangerous than a feral omega on a rampage.

There were still cases of it happening, few and far in between, and Jimin never understood until that moment. The perfect mix of terror, anger and protectiveness just waiting for the right trigger.

His head snapped around and saw the man that had spoken before do a double take, smile falling off his face.

“Crazy?” Jimin hissed. “You want to know what’s fucking crazy?” He took a step forward and the man took a step back bumping into someone behind him.

It was Yoongi and Jimin honed in on him like a missile on a target.

“Crazy is me getting kidnapped, slapped and thrown around like a fucking rag because you knocked me up and a fucking psycho wanted to declare a fucking turf war!” By the end of it Jimin was screeching.

He had ended up in Yoongi’s face without even realizing he had been moving, and was grabbing on to the man’s collar with trembling fists.

Yoongi face had gone slack before hardening and softening again.

In a single movement he took Jimin by the nape of his neck and pulled him to his chest, making Jimin bury his nose in his scent gland.

Jimin felt himself deflate and the dam broke.

He collapsed, bringing Yoongi with him to the floor, and sobbed on the man’s chest as the adrenaline came crashing down. The only thing keeping him remotely together was the warm scent coming from Yoongi.

He smelled like the whiskey he was drinking that night and a citrusy undertone.

Jimin understood his sudden cravings for tangerines the month before.

When he finally calmed down he was basically on Yoongi’s lap, who was holding him like pup, and Taehyung was offering him a glass of water.

“Thanks.” He sniffed, now a little embarrassed about the whole thing although he felt the outburst was totally justified, he was exhausted.

“You’re welcome.” The other omega smiled. “How are you feeling?” Jimin snorted.

“Like crap.”

“Understandable, we should probably clean your wounds.” Taehyung said before looking at Yoongi and raising an eyebrow.

Jimin let out a squeak when the alpha stood up with him still in his arms and started walking to the back of the bar.

“I can walk, you know?” Jimin said and felt Yoongi’s grip tighten.

“Just-“ he started to say with gritted teeth before sighing. “Just let me.”

Jimin didn’t know what was going through the alpha’s mind so he held his tongue.

The ended up in what looked like a break room, there was an old coffee maker and a microwave on top of a mini fridge, mismatched chairs and a round table in the middle.

Yoongi put him down on top of it but didn’t take his hands off Jimin.

Taehyung had followed them inside and walked straight to the first aid cabinet on the wall, he came back with a bowl of soapy water, a rag, a pack of bandaids and scissors.

“You know your stuff.” Jimin said. “Most people would have gone for alcohol or peroxide.” He could almost hear his brother’s voice ranting about it and felt a pang of longing in his chest.

“A lot of wounds to clean around this place, I like to keep myself informed.” Taehyung said before holding the scissors up. “Now you have a choice to make.” He nodded toward Jimin’s legs. “Do you want to save the jeans?”

Just the thought of dragging the rough fabric over his wounds made Jimin wince.

“Cut them.” He said, nodding.

“Good choice, I have a spare pair of sweatpants for you to wear after.” Jimin let out a sigh of relief, being pantless wouldn’t be the worst thing that happened to him-

that day but it certainly would have been the cherry on top.

Yoongi wordlessly helped him stand as Taehyung carefully cut his pants off him, Jimin didn’t even have it in himself to feel shame. It wasn’t like the alpha hadn’t seen him with less.

Which was the cause of the whole mess to begin with.

He sat back on the table, wearing a pair of blue boy shorts, as Taehyung discarded the now ruined pants. When he returned he started to clean Jimin’s knees with the wet rag, Jimin appreciated how gentle he was being.

“When did you found out?” He was startled by Yoongi’s voice as the alpha had been mostly silent the whole time. Jimin didn’t have to ask what he was referring to.

“Today.” Jimin said. “I’ve been having some symptoms but I didn’t realize what they were until that man told me.”

He grimaced. “You would have heard from me a lot sooner if I had known.” Jimin said and he was telling the truth. “I kinda have a temper.”

He would have probably made a similar scene even without the kidnapping.

He heard Taehyung snort as if agreeing with him.

Yoongi’s lips twitched.

“How come your so-“ Yoongi cut himself off but his eyes were now on his belly, Jimin touched it instinctively.

He had thought he had put on a little bit of weight but looking carefully he could distinguish the roundness of the little bump.

“Flat?”

He finished for the alpha that looked like he didn’t know how to continue the sentence. “I guess it’s genetics.” He shrugged. “My own mom didn’t show until much later.” He revealed.

Because Parks had to alway look perfect, even when pregnant, he tough bitterly.

He was grateful for the sudden sharp sting he felt in his knee that yanked him out of his thoughts and made him hiss.

“I’m sorry.” Taehyung apologized but Jimin’s just shook his head and tried to smile at him before looking at Yoongi again.

The alpha now had his jaw clenched.

“The man that did this to you-“ Yoongi said, his hand hovering ove me Jimin’s face but not touching him. “What did he look like?” He asked.

“I could say tall, broad and covered in tattoos but I don’t think that would narrow it down for you.” Jimin said.

“But he had a snake with a pitchfork tattooed on the right side of his neck, if that helps.”

Taehyung’s movements paused for a second and Yoongi’s eyes darkened.

“Tae, keep an eye on him.” The alpha said, voice as dark as his eyes. “I gonna go call Joon.”

He gave Jimin one last look before turning around and making his way out of the room, the door closing with a soft click.

“He seems to be taking everything well.” Jimin said and Taehyung choked.

“I’ve never seen him this pissed, actually.” He said and Jimin looked at him with wide eyes.

“This is him being pissed?” He asked incredulously and Taehyung nodded putting the last bandaid in place.

“Hyung mastered the art of the silent rage.” He answered. “Which I guess you would know nothing about.” He raised a brow, Jimin willed down a blush.

“No, I guess not.” He conceded anyway, he had accepted a long time ago that he sucked at hiding his emotions, especially anger.

“Look, Jimin, I really sorry you ended tangled up in all of this.” Taehyung sighed. “But I can tell you this, even if he doesn’t show it Yoongi-hyung feels deeply and as cliche as it sounds there’s nothing more important to him than his pack.”

Taehyung turned to look at the closed door. “The moment you started carrying his pup you became untouchable in his eyes, doesn’t matter that neither of you knew it until now, and someone went out of their way to hurt you. That shit doesn’t fly with hyung.”

Jimin gulped, feeling overwhelmed but warm inside at the same time.

“What’s he going to do?” Jimin asked.

“For you? There’s gonna be hell to pay.” Taehyung said before a dark smile appeared on his face. “For his pup? God help us all.”

And maybe there was something broken inside of him because those words didn’t scare him.

They comforted him.

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When Jimin finally gets out of the break room, all his wounds cleaned and wearing fresh clothes, he finds Yoongi seating at the bar but he’s not alone.

He recognizes Jungkook and the other man that had been with Yoongi at the bar that night, the bright red hair was a dead giveaway, but besides them there’s a man he had never seen before.

The other man was massive, tall, tan and built like a tank, silver hair swept away from his face. Like everyone else he has covered in tattoos but the one that stood out for Jimin was the massive symbol he now recognized as the Bangtan emblem covering the right side of his neck.

They were all speaking in low voices but Jimin had the feeling they were talking about him. The air was tense and no one was smiling, Yoongi had his back to him but Jimin could see the white knuckled grip he had on his glass and the big man’s arms were crossed in front of him,

his jaw protruding with how hard he was clenching it.

The tension only broke when they were close enough and Taehyung went directly for the stranger an nuzzled his neck, his whole frame relaxed as he nuzzled back.

Yoongi turned to Jimin and extended his hand, he unconsciously took it and was brought closer to the group that were all now staring at him.

“Don’t let the scary expressions fool you, they’re all big softies.” Taehyung said to Jimin and any remaining tension dissolved.

“You’re really bad for our image, Tae.” Jungkook said but it sounded fond.

“Someone has to keep you guys in line.”

Taehyung smirked and the red headed man ruffled his hair, Tae let go of the big man and practically melted against the other’s frame.

He noticed the man whispering softly to Taehyung something he couldn’t hear and Jungkook edging closer until his own head rested on the man’s shoulder and one of his hands sneaked around Taehyung’s waist.

He was snapped out of his staring by the big man taking a step closer to him.

“Hi, I’m Namjoon, I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you but given the circumstances it must be a lot for you.” The man said and smiled almost apologetically,

his whole face transformed as a pair dimples peaked through his cheeks.

“You can say that again.” Jimin huffed but smiled back at the man.

“Namjoon’s the president of the club.” Yoongi said and Jimin had no trouble believing it, the man had an air about him.

“The one that looks like he’s about to be smothered by two pups is Hobi.” He nodded to the trio and indeed the man seemed to be having trouble containing the two grown men practically climbing on top of him where he stood.

“Hi!” The man still said cheerfully when he noticed the attention was on them.

“Can you guys cut it out? He was only gone for two weeks.” Yoongi said rolling his eyes and received two twin glares for his troubles.

“Let them be.” Namjoon said and he looked more amused than anything. “The bond’s still stabilizing.”

“They’re bonded?” Jimin said incredulously, he didn’t notice any mating bites on their necks. “All of them?”

It wasn’t completely unheard of for triads to form, it was even legal, but it was still frowned upon in ‘civilized’ societies.

Namjoon frowned and Jimin had a feeling they had gotten less than stellar reactions in the past so Jimin hurried to clarify.

“I don’t see mating bites.” It seemed to do the trick as Namjoon’s face smoothed out again.

“It’s trickier with three people, they have to establish a dynamic and settle into it before mating.” He explained kindly and Jimin nodded pensively.

Jimin didn’t know many mated pairs, where he came from marriages were mostly arranged and the grand majority didn’t mate because to do it you needed more than the financial compatibility they settled for and a bite with an unsettled bond was torture, in some cases even deadly.

He felt Yoongi’s hand tighten on his and Jimin turned to look at him, their eyes met and for a second Jimin wondered if the pup growing in his belly would be the only thing tying them together.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked, frowning, and Jimin realized he had placed his hand on his belly again.

“Yeah.” Jimin nodded, feeling emotional all of the sudden. “I just realized I haven’t eaten anything since this morning.” It wasn’t a complete lie,even though Yoongi looked-

dubious for a second, and his body decided to agree with him when his tummy suddenly started to growl.

Jimin blushed but Yoongi looked amused.

“Take a seat, I’ll see what we have in the fridge.” Yoongi said and Jimin smiled gratefully.

Yoongi made his way to the break room leaving Jimin alone with the others.

He found himself surprised by how comfortable he felt.

“Jimin.” He heard Namjoon say and turned towards the man who was serious once again. “I just want to apologize.” The man sighed. “And to assure you that you have Bangtan’s protection, not only Yoongi’s as the father of your pup.” His jaw clenched.

“Thank you.” Jimin said, blinking his tears away. “I just don’t understand why they came after me, you know, besides the obvious.” It was something he had been wondering, he had only shared that one night with Yoongi and had never seen him again, other than the pup he hadn’t-

even known existed until hours before, he had no ties with the group.

“I hate to say this but mostly opportunity.” Namjoon leaned against the bar. “I don’t have a mate and my only other weak spot could be Tae as my little brother but he almost never leaves our territory and-

when he does he always has someone with him.Yoongi is my second, the closest to attacking me directly,but he never had a weak spot before.”

Before he knocked Jimin up, went unsaid.

“I still don’t get how they knew I was pregnant in the first place,and with Yoongi’s pup no less”

“No offense but you you smell pregnant.” Namjoon grimaced. “I’m surprised no one mentioned it to you before.”

“I’m not particularly close with anyone in town, and they don’t like me very much.” Jimin huffed and Namjoon nodded in understanding.

“As for how they knew the pup’s Yoongi’s we’re still trying to figure that out.” Namjoon crossed his arms and frowned looking in the distance. “I mean you do smell a little bit like Yoongi but only if you know his scent and get really close,

I imagine you would have noticed anyone get that close to you.”

Jimin was nodding when a sudden moment of clarity struck him and made him suck in a breath.

He remembered the heat pad he found in his locker a week before, the blue and pink balloons stuck on it three days later with a bike crudely drawn on them. The giggles sounding progressively more malicious as he rolled his eyes thinking how juvenile he thought they were being.

Not connecting the symbolism.

“Those bitches!” Jimin sprung to his feet startling everyone, his feet moving to the exit as he was blinded by rage once again. He felt a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around his waist holding him back. “Let me go!”

“Can you calm down, doll?” He recognized Yoongi’s voice in his ear but still struggle to get free.

“No!” He hissed. “I’m going to rip every single hair on their fucking heads and make them eat them.”

“You weren’t kidding about the temper.” He heard Namjoon say before Taehyung appeared in front of him.

“Jimin, think about the pup.” Like flipping a switch Jimin stopped struggling, he was getting whiplash from all the emotions.

He had always been an emotional person but never like this, conveniently he could now blame the pregnancy hormones. “Now, can you explain?” Taehyung asked calmly.

Jimin leaned all his weight on Yoongi, unconsciously trusting him to not let him fall, and took a breath.

“Everyone and their mother in that town knows, or at least assumes, that I slept with a biker.” He rolled his eyes. “You were right when told me about small town gossip.” He told Taehyung. “But those three plastics wannabes know exactly who that biker was.”

He could see that the only ones that got the reference were Taehyung and, surprisingly, Hobi by the snorts they let out. “And they‘re my coworkers so-“

“If anyone were to notice the change in your scent and not tell you about it but told the whole town the juicy gossip-

it would be them.” Taehyung finished. “I can tie them up for you.” He offered.

“Stop encouraging him.” Yoongi said, still holding Jimin.

“They painted a target on my back.” Jimin said. “I don’t care if they didn’t know or didn’t care, they put our pup at risk!

If it wasn’t for them I would have realized I was pregnant on my own and I would have come to you and those men wouldn’t have had the chance to get to me!” Yoongi had frozen behind him and it took a minute for Jimin to realize why.

Our pup.

That’s what Jimin said.

It was the first time Jimin acknowledge the link between them and the life growing inside of him out loud, not Jimin’s pup or Yoongi’s pup or ‘the’ pup, but theirs, their pup.

The moment was broken by Namjoon.

“Why don’t we all seat down so Jimin can eat?” He said and ushered everyone to the break room, taking the plate of food Yoongi had probably left there, and leaving them alone.

They stayed silent for a while, Yoongi still holding him, his chest to Jimin’s back until Jimin finally turned around inside the circle of the man’s arms.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked and Yoongi snorted.

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said,arms tightening around Jimin.

“I’m scared shitless.” Jimin confessed.

“No one will hurt you again, I’ll make sure of that.” Yoongi’s voice was firm as he said it,not an ounce of doubt in his voice.

“And I believe you.” Jimin said.

“But it’s not just that.” he sighed. “I’ve got baggage too, probably not the size of a most likely not law abiding biker gang-“ he huffed. “but baggage nonetheless. And now I’m pregnant and I can barely wrap my head around the fact that I’m actually pregnant.”

He let out a nervous laugh. “I’m a single, mateless, pregnant omega and I don’t know how to process that.”

“Hey, Jimin, breathe for me, doll.” He hadn’t even realized he had been hyperventilating.

Yoongi wiped a tear that had escaped from Jimin’s eye and put their forehead together making him follow his breathing pattern until he calmed down before speaking again.

“I can’t imagine how you’re feeling, even though I know it’s my pup in there you’re the one actually carrying it.” He whispered. “I don’t know what baggage you bring with you either.” He leaned back and made Jimin look at him.

“But if you let me I’ll help you lighten the weight and I’ll be there for you because it’s the least I can do, you’re not going to be alone through this.”

“I don’t even know you.” Jimin whispered back. “The only things I know about you are your name, the fact that you’re in a-

gang and that you’re really good in bed.” He said making them both chuckle and alleviating the seriousness of the moment.

“Not the worst things to know about me.” Yoongi smiled.

“I could’ve done worse, honestly.” Jimin said with humor.

“But I sure hope I know a little more than that by the time the pup comes.”

“Let’s get to know each other then.” The alpha said, gums peaking through, Jimin sighed.

“I mean, we’re kinda stuck together now.” He shrugged but judging by Yoongi’s laugh he knew that Jimin wasn’t-

as put out by the idea as his tone suggested, it might had something to do with the smile he was trying to fight off.

Standing there in the middle of the bar he had met the alpha months before he could barely believe it was the same man. He was still hot, broad and tatted up,

he could still feel the danger the man exuded, but looking at him staring back with gentle eyes and holding him with gentler hands he admitted to himself that he really could had done much worse.

He could still be trapped like a princess on a tower guarded by dragons waiting for a prince he hadn’t wanted to come and take him away, changing one prison for another.

He was in a situation he hadn’t predicted but his own choices had led him there, for better or for worse, and he would take the freedom that came with facing the consequences of his own actions any day.

The next logical step was for Jimin to be checked out by an actual doctor, there was no question he was pregnant but not knowing he had been he hadn’t taken the best care of himself. He had been surviving on takeout, coffee and the occasional cigarette,so not off to a great start

So with a cavalry of roaring bikes, he of course riding with Yoongi, they set off to the closest town actually equipped with a hospital.

On the drive there Jimin thought about what he had learned after he and Yoongi joined the group and he could finally eat.

He learned that the group that had kidnapped him was the Devil’s Serpents and that they had a long history with Bangtan because both clubs were founded basically at the same time and in close proximity to each other so there were always disputes over territory.

Said disputes were rarely as aggressive as the all-out call to war they had decided on now, Namjoon apparently had a theory as to why but after sharing a long look with Yoongi and Hobi he decided to not share with the class.

He had also learned that he was going to move in with Yoongi, he says ‘learned’ because apparently there has no other options and Jimin had found someone as stubborn as he was.

It wasn’t like Jimin was super attached to the closet he called apartment but he fought it just on principle. He was won over by logic in the end so after the checkup he and Yoongi would go to pick up his stuff.

They got to the hospital, receiving more than one side eye which the group seemed to be accustomed to, and walked in.

Yoongi didn’t ask when Jimin gave a fake name but he could feel him staring, he pretended not to notice.

Jimin sat down in the waiting room as Yoongi said goodbye to the group that apparently had ‘things to do’, for some reason it sounded ominous to him so he didn’t ask even-

when his curiosity peaked seeing Namjoon and Yoongi whispering to each other in a corner just before the president made his way out of the hospital.

He was loosing the battle with said curiosity and about to ask what that was about when he heard-

“Yoon Eunsuh.” It took him a moment to realize he was the one being called but he reacted before being called again, grabbing Yoongi hand and dragging him to the doctors office.

A pretty omega nurse took his vitals, all the while fluttering her eyelashes at Yoongi, before the doctor came in, a tall alpha woman with a nice smile.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Choi, I see here you came for a pregnancy checkup?” The doctor said looking at the form Jimin had filled out.

“Yes, we’re only passing through so it’s gonna be a one time thing.” Jimin said with a smile, he could feel Yoongi’s stare again but was thankful the alpha let him take the lead. The doctor seem surprised.

“May I ask why?” The doctor asked politely.

“We’re not from around here, you see, we were on a road trip when it came to our attention I might be pregnant, it seemed like a good idea to see if everything was going well before making our way back home.” Jimin took Yoongi’s hand and turned to look at the alpha who was-

nodding along, he had to admit the man had an excellent poker face.

“Very responsible on your part.” The doctors smiled as she wrote some things down. “And you’re the father, correct? Mr-“

“Min, and yes I’m the father.” Yoongi smiled, all charm.

“Perfect.”

The doctor kept scribbling. “We’ll confirm it with the ultrasound but do you have an idea of how far along you are?”

“Fifteen weeks.” Jimin said without hesitation and the doctor looked at him dubiously, eyes going to Jimin’s almost flat stomach,

he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Genetics.” He shrugged.

Everything else went smoothly until the actual ultrasound.

Jimin hadn’t counted on how hard it would hit him listening to his pup’s heartbeat, he had been thinking about everything else, the story he would tell-

and everything that could be wrong with the pup taking into consideration his lack of self care.

He hadn’t counted with how the words ‘everything looks good, would you like to hear the heartbeat?’ would affect him.

How he would be mesmerized by the baby-shaped black and white blob on the screen and the fluttering heartbeat of his pup broadcasted in the room would make his eyes well up with tears.

He looked at Yoongi and the alpha looked as entranced as him, eyes glued to the monitor.

“Normally we could see their sex at this stage but it seems the pup is a little shy.” The doctor pointed at something on the screen that Jimin was sure meant something for a person that-

actually knew what they were looking at, he felt another pang in his chest thinking about his brother.

“Everything’s good, right? Nothing to worry about.” Yoongi asked, still looking at the screen, and the doctor nodded.

“Nice size even if a little underweight and that can be easily remedied with a better diet, all the developments that should be there are there, all in all your pup is perfectly healthy.” The doctor smiled. “And if all goes well you’ll have your pup by Christmas,

the calculated due date if for the fifteenth of December.”

Everything after that was a blur to Jimin, he vaguely remembers getting dressed, saying goodbye to the doctor and walking out of the hospital looking at the printed ultrasound in his hand.

He felt a gentle pull on his arm that finally made him look up, Yoongi was looking at him with an amused expression.

“Oh, you can keep walking without looking where you’re going, I’ll just keep steering you away from crashing into people.” He said and Jimin blushed before-

folding the ultrasound carefully and putting it in his pocket.

“Sorry.”

“Nah, I understand, our pup is pretty interesting to look at.” Jimin had to smile back when Yoongi’s gums started showing. They kept walking in silence until they got to Yoongi’s bike.

“So, Eunsuh, want to tell me what was that about?” Yoongi’s voice was nonchalant but he could see the curiosity in his eyes.

“You know that baggage I told you about?” Yoongi nodded.

“It might catch up to me one day, I moved to the middle of nowhere trying to escape it and I’d like to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.” Yoongi was now frowning, his scent getting thicker with agitation.

“I’m not like in danger or anything, at least I don’t think I am, and ironically this pup might be what finally sets me free.”He let out a humorless laugh. He put a hand on Yoongi’s chest and sighed. “I may not be ready to talk about it right now but I will, I just need time.”

Yoongi relaxed under his palm.

“Okay.” He nodded. “Take all the time you need.” He smiled and put his hand over Jimin’s giving it a squeeze. “Now let’s go pick up your stuff.”

Of course the universe wouldn’t give him the chance to ‘take all the time he needed’ before throwing another curveball his way, but at that point he didn’t know that.

They picked up everything Jimin owned, which depressingly could fit into a duffel bag, he payed month to month and didn’t have an actual lease so that worked in his favor as he only had to notify the landlord he was moving out and that was it.

Then they finally made their way to where he would be living for the foreseeable future.

The drive took longer than he expected, well past the bar, until they got to another dirt road most people would miss if they didn’t know it was there and kept driving until they got to a massive pair of wood and metal gates.

Tall and imposing it looked like the entrance to a fortress.

And then they started to open, two man he didn’t know each pushing a door until the gap was wide enough for them to go in.

Once inside Jimin felt as if he had gone back in time, it was some sort of commune, houses spread over what looked like acres of land, a pit most likely used for bonfires, and he could even see a couple of children running around.

Every other adult was wearing a vest and Jimin had never seen so many tatted up people in one place before. Some of them greeted Yoongi as he passed and everyone stared a Jimin making him want to hide In the man’s back.

Yoongi kept driving until they reached a culdesac and they finally stopped in front of a moderately sized house, single story and made of brick and wood, it looked sturdy and well taken care of,

with a single step leading to a cute porch Jimin could see himself in soaking up the sun for hours.

“Wow”. was the only thing he could say at the moment.

“Glad you like it.” Yoongi said helping Jimin down the bike.

“You guys really take pack life seriously.” Jimin said as they walked to the house, not being able to hold himself and looking back to the road they had come from.

“Some things of the past are worth preserving.” Yoongi said opening the door and letting Jimin in.

“Namjoon’s grandmother came from old money and one day she got tired of her stuffy life in the city, apparently threw a dart on a map that landed her here, fell in love with a local with a passion for bikes, spent all her money in this plot of land and created Bangtan because-

she wanted a pack of people that saw life as an adventure.”

“She sound like quite a character.” He said in awe.

“She was, there was something about her that made people want to follow.” Yoongi’s smile was soft.

“She recruited the outcasts, people society didn’t want for one reason or another and gave them family, community.” Yoongi shook his head. “Of course money became a problem with more mouths to feed and, as I mentioned,the members of the original pack weren’t what you would call-

pillars of civilized society which meant that getting it by conventional ways wasn’t easy.”

Jimin wasn’t even paying attention to his surroundings, too enthralled in the story. He would gush about the interior design later, he thought to himself.

“They discovered how lucrative crime was and the rest is history, I guess.” Yoongi shrugged. “They were ostracized before they became actual criminals so it wasn’t a leap for them to build their own commune, a safe space that belonged to them. The pakland grew with the pack,

some joined and some left, now most of the members have normal jobs and people don’t even know they’re part of Bangtan.”

“You’re not part of that “most” obviously.” Jimin pointed out, more curiosity than anything.

“Some have to carry the darkness so others can bask in the light.”Yoongi said,smiling humorlessly.“It’s not like I’m sacrificing myself.” He said, probably noticing Jimin’s expression.“It takes a certain kind of person to be part of Bangtan the club and not just Bangtan the pack”

“What kind of person is that” He didn’t know why he felt breathless as he asked the question.

Maybe it was the insight to a world that felt foreign but so alluring to him.

Maybe is was the way the shadows played on Yoongi’s face as his dark eyes stared directly into his soul.

Holding it captive.

“The kind of person that actually enjoys the darkness, the kind that enjoys the freedom that comes with it.”

Jimin let out a shuddering breath.

That night Jimin tossed and turned in his bed, Yoongi had graciously prepared the guest room for him, thinking about the earlier conversation.

What conflicted him wasn’t the glimpse he caught of the darkness Yoongi talked about, it was the fact that it didn’t repel him but made him want to get closer instead.

He wanted to see it, to touch it, to welcome it because he was carrying a part of the alpha within him and, as sick as it sounded in his own head, it excited him to think about that very same darkness surrounding him, protecting him and his pup like an impenetrable force field.

He decided to give up on sleep and got up to make himself a tea, looking for any distraction from his spiraling thoughts.

Yoongi had gone out earlier after Jimin had settled in and he hadn’t returned so he took the opportunity to snoop around and really take in Yoongi’s home.

It wasn’t a big house but the space was smartly used with a open concept, the kitchen being the prominent feature that had a wood counter Jimin guessed doubled as a dining table, a small living room with a cozy sofa in front of a large tv beside the hallway that led to-

the bedrooms and the bathroom, the little porch out front could be seen through the big windows.

Jimin’s feet took him to Yoongi’s bedroom door and after a moment of hesitation he went inside.

The room was dark but Jimin could distinguish the closet door, a desk against one of the walls and the big bed in the middle.

What kept him rooted in place was Yoongi’s scent all around him that made him loose tension he didn’t realize he was carrying.

His shoulders slumped and took a big breath, the smoky sweet scent that reminded him of good whiskey infused with tangerines filling his lungs as he finally started to get sleepy.

With no conscious thought he ended up in Yoongi’s bed, rolling around on the soft sheets and pressing his face on one of the pillows until he was comfortable and promptly fell asleep.

He was woken up some time later by the now familiar sound of a bike before it was turned off.

He didn’t open his eyes, trapped in that in that state between asleep and awake, but his ears followed the sound of heavy boots from the gravel outside, on the porch, the front door opening and closing, then the steps sounded closer and closer until the bedroom door opened.

He heard Yoongi pause for a moment before his scent became stronger and then the alpha was on the side of the bed he was sleeping on.

Jimin finally opened his eyes and through the darkness he could see Yoongi’s face, who was crouched in front of him, making it possible for Jimin to look straight into his eyes.

He felt more than saw Yoongi’s hand moving, petting his hair and cupping the side of his face that wasn’t smooched against the pillow.

“What are you doing here, doll?” Yoongi whispered as Jimin nuzzled into his palm sleepily.

“Couldn’t sleep, the pup likes your scent.” He mumbled pressing his nose into Yoongi’s wrist and frowned. “Why do you smell like smoke?” He looked at Yoongi whose smile had turned sharp.

“We went to send a message of our own.” Jimin paused for a moment as the words registered in his mind.

“Good.” He simply said and heard the alpha chuckle.

“You’re really something else aren’t you?” Yoongi’s voice sounded fond. “Go back to sleep, doll, I’ll go take a shower.”

Yoongi stood up and was walking to the door when Jimin spoke up again.

“Are you coming back?” He whispered into the darkness.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“Okay.”

Jimin was asleep before he heard the door close.

Jimin woke up with the sun filtering through the windows they had forgotten shut the curtains of, he felt well rested and it had probably been the best sleep he’d had in months.

He felt warm and comfortable so the only reason he had for waking up was because of the pressure on his bladder and not so surprisingly he was also hungry.

He tried to move but was stopped when the arm around his waist tightened, he looked back and smiled to himself.

Yoongi was pouting as he slept, which made him look younger than he probably was. That thought made Jimin realize he didn’t know, in fact, how old the alpha was.

He forgot about the urge to pee as he turned to face the alpha and stared.

There were a lot of messed up things with the situation he found himself in and somehow he found himself calm in the arms of a stranger.

He could still smell the faintest hint of smoke on the alpha’s skin and not even that, knowing that it couldn’t mean anything good, made him want to run.

“Why are you frowning, doll?” Yoongi’s raspy voice startled him.

His eyes snapped up to meet the alpha’s, they were barely open but still sharp as ever.

“How old are you?” He asked without thinking and saw the alphas brow rise.

“A little late to think about that, don’t you think?” Yoongi snorted and Jimin slapped him in the chest which made him realize that the alpha was shirtless.

“You said we would get to know each other.” Jimin huffed and tried to turn around but Yoongi didn’t let him,bringing him even closer as if that was possible.

“You’re the feistiest little thing I’ve ever met, did you know that?” Yoongi whispered in his ear,amusement in his voice.

Jimin huffed as he blushed.

“You’re not that much taller than me.” Jimin said even when he could feel the difference in their sizes by begin enveloped in Yoongi’s arms.

It was true that the man wasn’t much taller than him but his frame was almost twice as big.

Yoongi snorted.

“I’m thirty-two, happy?” The alpha said now tracing the tip of his nose on Jimin’s cheek.

“Oh, you’re old.” Jimin teased and felt a pinch in retaliation.

“How old are you?” Yoongi leaned back and raised an eyebrow.

“So now you care?” He whined when his hip was pinched again. “Stop, I bruise easily!”

“Really?” Yoongi asked, the tone of his voice darkening.

“You should have seen me after this feral alpha took me home a few months ago.” Jimin said coyly, it was so easy with Yoongi, it felt arousing but fun at the same time.

“Didn’t he treat you right?” Yoongi asked, smirking.

“Nope.” Jimin shook his head. “Bruises everywhere and he didn’t even got me breakfast, he just disappeared into the night.” Jimin sighed dramatically.

“I hope the sex was good at least.” Yoongi said smirk transforming into a smile.

“Good enough to knock me up.” Jimin shrugged.

They stayed silent until they cracked and not started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Jimin was still giggling by the time Yoongi spoke again.

“Is this your way of telling me you’re hungry?” Yoongi chuckled.

“Yeah and I also want to pee.” That made Yoongi laugh again.

“Go on then, doll, I’ll go redeem myself and make you breakfast.” The alpha said before letting Jimin go and getting up from the bed.

Yoongi’s body was a work of art, literally speaking, and even though they’d had sex he didn’t exactly looked in detail at the alpha’s body. He could remember vividly the thickness of his cock, the heat of his skin and even the sounds he made but looking at him in the daylight-

made Jimin want to spend hours tracing the intricate ink covering his skin his tongue.

“Keep looking at me like that and breakfast will have to wait.” Yoongi’s voice was low, He hadn’t even realized he wasn’t staring at the man’s back anymore and was in-fact staring at his chest

He couldn’t help himself and looked down, where he could see the outline of Yoongi’s cock through his sweatpants, before looking up into Yoongi’s eyes.

Before he could say ‘fuck breakfast’ his stomach decided to growl so loudly all arousal was wiped out and was replaced by embarrassment.

Jimin could hear Yoongi laughter even under the thick bedding where he had decided to hide himself.

After that day a routine was formed, Yoongi would make breakfast before dropping Jimin off a the bar where he would spend the whole day with Taehyung, he basically started working there after the first week and constantly whining about how bored he was,

then Yoongi would pick him up either really early or just before closing time and they went home where Jimin always found his way into the alpha’s bed, he stopped the pretense of going to sleep in his own room before sneaking into Yoongi’s later after the second week-

and started going straight there.

Another thing that became a habit, more like a competition if he was honest, was Yoongi and Jimin teasing each other and waiting to see if the other would crack.

One month in it wasn’t a question of ‘if’ but of ‘when’

He had lost count of how many moments they had shared, arousal thick in the air and tension about to snap, before something happened or one of them backed down.

It was as fun as it was frustrating for the hormonal, pregnant omega.

But also Jimin didn’t mind it much, he enjoyed the push and pull between them, it was their own little game and in the meantime he actually got to know Yoongi.

He knew how he liked his coffee in the morning, how he always had a tangerine on him, that he was tidy without being a clean freak, he loved basketball and knew how to play the piano, his humor was dry and that he could be painfully honest.

He learned that he joined the pack when his alpha mother abandoned him and his omega mother, who then went to the pack alpha looking for refuge, that he had joined the club ten years later when he was eighteen and never looked back.

He got to catch glimpses of Yoongi’s darker side too, like when he went to pick Jimin up and smelled like chemicals, sometimes he smelled like smoke and sometimes he smelled like blood. Those times Jimin could see his busted knuckles and most of the time even bruises on his face.

The first time it happens Jimin had taken the alpha’s hand, sat him down and carefully treated every one of his wounds, he remembers how tightly Yoongi held him that night as they fell asleep.

Sometimes he wanted to ask but for the time being he was content not knowing.

He even had a conversation with Tae about it.

“Partners of the club members are usually kept in the dark, mostly for their own protection because if shit hits the fan they wouldn’t be held liable.” Taehyung had said.

“Mated pairs can’t testify against each other but every party can be charged if they’re found to be involved.”

“Sounds like you know a lot about it.” Jimin said.

“Hobi drilled it into me because I’m too curious for my own good.” Tae shrugged.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” He asked. “Not knowing?” Tae put down the glass he had been cleaning, it was closing time so no one was there beside them and a couple of prospects, Yeonjun and Soobin this time, standing guard outside the bar.

“I grew up in the pack, even when my parents decided to leave and took us with them I still thought of them as that.” Tae leaned against the counter, a far away look on his face. “When Namjoon decided to come back I followed him because no other place felt like home and then-

I met Hobi and Kook.”Tae smiled. “I would’ve done anything for my pack back then but for those two-“ he sighed before turning to look at Jimin. “Sometimes it bothers me that they can’t tell me what they’re doing but I also know that whatever it is, I would do much worse for them”

Jimin thought about his pup, about Yoongi’s gentle hands and gummy smile and came to terms with the fact that his moral compass was skewed, maybe it had always been that way and was only now realizing it, and he was okay with that.

As long as his pup, Yoongi and the people he was starting to know and love were safe he didn’t care.

Because as time passed he got to know the rest of the ‘inner circle’ as they were called, those closest to Namjoon, but also the rest of the club.

He saw how playful and mischievous Jungkook was, how Hobi could lift the mood of any room he walked in with friendly chatter and a smile and also how everyone was connected to Namjoon.

The President was someone Jimin started to admire, he was calm and his mere presence felt heavy but in a comforting way, he was kind and well spoken. He smiled easily and even when he was clumsy he felt competent, if Namjoon was in the room you couldn’t help but feel safe.

Remembering his grandmother’s story and how Yoongi had described her presence Jimin had not trouble seeing were Namjoon had gotten his from.

All in all Jimin could feel himself slotting into place with every one of them, like a puzzle piece, and it was starting to feel like home

It was a little more than a month after Jimin’s life turned upside down it turned again.

He was in his room, sorting out clothes to wash after he realized he didn’t have any to wear and taking advantage of his free day, when something fell off the suitcase he was rummaging through.

He forgot what he was looking for the moment his eyes fell on the little square black object that was now on the ground.

He remembered how it was given to him years prior in a city far away, him sitting in his bed staring out into a window just to see other skyscrapers giving his back to his brother and refusing to look at him.

“If you ever want to talk I’ll always answer.” Were the last word his brother had said to him before walking away.

When Jimin had turned, tears running down his face, he saw the phone on his pillow.

It only had one number saved and he knew that that number belonged to another phone with only one number saved because it was something his brother would do.

Always them against the world.

It had been a long time since they had talked, a long time since Jimin had forgiven him even though he didn’t know what he had to forgive him for anymore. Going with their parents wishes? Marrying and living his life? Abandoning Jimin in a house with no love without him there?

Yoongi found him hours later, clothes all over the room where he had left it, sitting on the floor with a hand on his tummy and the other holding the now charged phone and staring at it with out blinking.

“Doll?” He heard him say but didn’t turn around. “Everything okay?” Jimin felt Yoongi sit behind him and pull him in until he was between the alphas legs. Jimin shook his head. “You wanna talk about it?”

Jimin let out a shuddering sigh.

“My parents weren’t the best.” Jimin started talking, still looking at the phone. “They weren’t physically abusive but they were emotionally neglectful, the only thing they cared about was what we looked from the outside.”

He closed his eyes.

“The only person that gave a shit about me was my brother.” Jimin’s voice wavered. “He was everything an omega should be, poised, graceful, headstrong. Our parents could never make him do anything he didn’t want to do and they hated it,

I envied him for that because I was still seeking validation from them so I was easier to control.”

Jimin leaned back against Yoongi’s chest.

“My brother was living his life on his own terms, he told me he had a boyfriend even though our parents couldn’t know, he was studying medicine well on his way to become a doctor even though our parents said it was not a career apt for an omega,

he even started working on a little cafe as a waiter which almost gave my mom a heart attack.”

Jimin snorted before his smiled dimmed.

“Then one day he agreed to an arranged marriage, just like that, out of the blue.” Jimin frowned. “He stopped working, dropped out of med school and transformed himself into this puppet I didn’t recognize.” He took a breath.

“I felt so betrayed, so angry, so confused, everything I’d alway admired about him was gone.” He shook his head. “The last time we talked was on his wedding day, I barely made it through the ceremony before escaping but he found me and gave me this.”

He held the phone up.

“Told me he would always answer if I called.” He sniffed. “I never called, not even when I ran away, not when I was so lonely I couldn’t bare it.” Jimin turned and let himself be held by Yoongi.

“I miss him so much and now I’m pregnant and I want to tell him and share this with him but I’m scared that I waited too long and that if I call him he won’t answer.”

“You were angry and hurt yet you still held on to this phone, right?” Yoongi asked after some time, Jimin nodded. “I bet he is still holding on to his too waiting for you to call.”

After another moment of silence Jimin squared up his shoulders as much as he could.

“Will you stay with me?” He asked.

“I will press the call button myself if you need me to.” Jimin smiled and unlocked the phone, his finger trembled as he pressed call holding his breath as he heard it ring.

An eternity passed before it connected.

“Min?” His brother’s voice came, breathless as if he had ran all the way to answer, a knot grew in Jimin throat.

“Hyung?”

Tears welled up in his eyes as he smiled.

“Hey, Mimi.” More tears fell with the nickname. “I’m so glad you called.” He could hear sniffling on the other side of the line. “How’s everything, mom and dad still insufferable?” Jimin snorted.

“I have so much to tell you, hyung.” Jimin smiled. “I ran away, they arraigned a marriage-“ he was cut off by his brother.

“What?” He asked sharply. “The promised! They-“

“Mama?” A little voice on the other side made Jimin freeze.

“Hey baby, it’s ok, mama’s okay.” His brother’s voice turned sweet, Jimin remembered being talked in the same sweet voice after scraping his knees.

“Hyung?” He asked, voice wavering.

“I have a lot to tell you too.” His brother sounded strained even as he chuckled.

“Is that-“ Jimin cut himself off.

“You have a niece.” Now the chuckle sounded wet. “Min-ah, I have to go now but I’ll call you back, ok?

I’m so happy I heard your voice, knowing you’re safe- you’re safe, right?”

“Yes, hyung, I’m safe.” Jimin said hurriedly, a knot in his stomach forming.

“Good, that’s good, Mimi.” He sniffed. “I’m so happy.”

Before Jimin could say anything else in the distance he heard a door slamming and what sounded like the phone his brother was holding falling to the floor.

“Omega!” A new voice yelled, he heard a whimper.

“Stay here, baby, mama will come get you, okay? Don’t come out, you know the rules.” Jimin could hear his brother whisper and was confused even as he started to feel sick. “Cover your ears and sing our song, baby.”

“Seokjin!” The voice sounded louder.

A door opened and closed, Jin’s voice now sounded muffled, then a loud thud and a whimper.

He was holding the phone so hard against his ear it was starting to hurt.

Suddenly he heard the sound of the phone being picked up, he could feel Yoongi’s tense frame and he could only imagine the horrified expression on his own face.

“Hello?” A little voice whispered, wet with tears. “Are you uncle Mimi?” The voice asked and Jimin held in a whimper.

“Hey, baby, yes.” He swallowed his tears, he could hear dull thuds in the distance. “I’m uncle Mimi, what’s you name?” The little girl was sniffling.

“Jimin, But Mama calls me Jiji.” Jimin covered his mouth and turned to look at Yoongi, the alpha hadn’t heard anything so his expression was confused even as he held him tightly. “Can you help mama?” Jiji asked and suddenly he couldn’t breathe.

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” He tried to sound calm.

“Mama said that someday we would go far away and that we would take uncle Mimi with us, can you take us far away now? I don’t want father to keep hurting Mama.”

Jimin’s heart broke in a way he didn’t think it was possible but also felt the resolve hardening his body.

“Yes, baby, uncle Mimi will come take you far, far away with me, okay?” He gritted his teeth. “You just have to hang on a little longer.”

He let out a breath. “I need you to do something for me, okay?”

Another thud, another whimper, another tear down Jimin’s face.

“I’m going to stay right here with you but when your Mama comes for you, you have to hide this phone very well, okay?

“Okay.” Jiji voice sounded terrified but so strong.

“I’ll come for you, Jiji, just wait for me.”

“Father is big and scary.” Jiji whispered, as if that was a confession that would make Jimin take everything back.

“I have bigger and scarier friends, how about that?” Jimin whispered. “I’ll bring them with me.”

“Are they nice?” Jiji asked with the innocence only a child could posses.

“The nicest.”

“Okay.” The little girl said, accepting it just like that, the noise had stopped.

“Mama’s coming.”

“Remember to hide the phone, baby, tell mama to wait for me.” He said with urgency. “I’m coming.”

Jimin was left shaking in Yoongi’s arms and clutching the phone to his ear long after the call ended.

After what felt like an eternity Jimin finally snapped out of it.

“I need to talk to Namjoon-hyung.” Were the first words Jimin said after the long silence.

He could see that Yoongi was still confused but didn’t questioned him, taking his hand and leading him to the couch on the living and having him sit before taking his phone and making the call.

Jimin didn’t actually hear the words, every sound muffled as he still tried to process everything. He only came back to himself when a mug appeared in his line of vision, he could tell it was chamomile by the smell, followed by Yoongi sitting beside him.

“Namjoon’s coming.” Yoongi said as Jimin’s took the mug that instantly warmed his cold hands. “He’ll be here in ten minutes, so you want to talk now or do you want to wait for him?”

Jimin thought it over before shaking his head and putting the mug down, curling himself into a ball and leaning against the alpha who took him in his arms without a second thought.

He focused on Yoongi’s warm scent and stayed like that until he heard the tell tale sound of a bike approaching, he reluctantly leaned back so Yoongi could go open the door for Namjoon.

When the president stepped inside he was relaxed but had a confused expression on his face, frown deepening once his eyes feel on Jimin.

“What’s going on?” He asked, turning to Yoongi when Jimin didn’t answer.

“Jimin told me he wanted to talk to you.” Yoongi shrugged probably just as confused as Namjoon, he had only Jimin’s half of the conversation to go on after all.

“What do you need, Jimin-ah?” Namjoon asked as he sat down in front of him.

Jimin tried to organize his thoughts before speaking, he felt Yoongi’s hand on his shoulders.

“I-“ he cut himself of before squaring up his shoulders and looked straight at Namjoon’s gentle eyes. “I need RM right now.”

He saw the confusion for a moment, Namjoon and Yoongi exchanging looks, before those eyes hardened. The alpha in front of him straightened up and his whole frame seemed to get bigger.

Another thing Jimin had come to learn was that every member of the club had an alias, Taehyung said it was tradition for a biker to get a nickname but he also confessed it was a way to separate what they did from who they were, a persona they could put on and take off.

He was now talking to RM, president and leader of Bangtan, not Namjoon-hyung, clumsy lover of books and gentle giant.

“Tell me.” Even the tone of his voice changed, Jimin appreciated it because it meant he was being taken seriously.

“I know I haven’t been here long.” Jimin started. “But I need your help, I need Bangtan to save my brother.” He swallowed. “I will go on my own if I have to.” He felt the grip on his shoulder tighten.

“Jimin, you’re getting ahead of yourself.” Namjoon said. “First you need to tell me what’s happening.” Jimin let out a hysterical giggle before gaining his composure back.

“My brother, Seokjin, he’s being abused by his husband.” Jimin felt his eyes burn.

“I heard it, he was hitting him and they have a little girl and she was hearing it too and it couldn’t have been the first time, she asked me to take them away, please I have to-“

“Jimin, breathe.” Namjoon said it as an order and it worked.

He focused on his breathing and on the grip he now had on Yoongi’s hand.

He looked up through tears and saw how hard Namjoon was clenching his jaw, eyes dark and furious, he turned to Yoongi and he looked just the same.

“Please.” Jimin whispered and Namjoon leaned in taking his other hand.

“You have Bangtan on you side, Jimin-ah.” Namjoon said, no doubt or hesitation in his voice. “We’ll save them.”

As much as Jimin wanted to board the first flight, train or bus and go straight to Seokjin, Namjoon put his head on straight and reminded him they needed a plan.

“We’re basically kidnapping your brother and niece,even if they’re not mated they’re still married and scumbags like that man don’t like their property to be taken from them,the fact that he comes from money doesn’t help.” He had said before grabbing his phone and making calls.

“Hey.” Jimin turned to look at Yoongi who was holding a plate with a simple sandwich on top. “I know you must not be feeling very hungry right now but I thought the pup might be.” Yoongi smiled softly, Jimin smiled back and accepted the plate.

“I feel like you’ve been rescuing me since the day we met.” He said taking a small bite of the sandwich.

“I don’t mind.” Yoongi shrugged. “I know you can handle yourself just fine under normal circumstances, biker gangs and kidnappings just need a heavier artillery.”

Jimin huffed, sipping on the now cold chamomile tea.

“I’m still grateful, I hope you know that.” He said, Yoongi cupped his face and caressed his cheek with his thumb.

“I know.” Yoongi placed a kiss on Jimin’s forehead.

“And just so you know even if Namjoon had refused to help, which is virtually impossible with his hero complex and bleeding heart, you wouldn’t have gone there alone.” Jimin felt the strong urge to lean in and kiss the alpha but as always they were interrupted.

“Hobi and Jungkook are on their way here, Tae’s with them.” Namjoon said looking down at his phone not even realizing how close Jimin and Yoongi were.“We’ll need Jungkook to get intel on this guy, there are various ways we can do this but I’m thinking the less flashy the better.”

“Hobi’s gonna love that.” Yoongi said sarcastically as he took a step back and Namjoon finally looked up from his phone.

“I’ll come up with something for him to blow up.” He rolled his eyes, Jimin was confused but decided not to ask about that at the moment.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.

“As much as I would like to just burst in, beat the bastard to a pulp and take your brother and his daughter with us we don’t want anything traced back to Bangtan and a police investigation looking for violent kidnappers has that possibility.”

Namjoon explained. “A missing person on the other hand not so much, it will need to look like your brother went away on his own volition and just disappeared with his daughter.”

“What if Baekhyun decides to not file a missing person report and accuses Jin-hyung of kidnapping?”

Jimin remembers seeing something similar on the news.

“It would be better for us actually, they would be looking at your brother and his connections to see where he could be but up until today he had no traceable connection to you and you’re his only link to us.”

Yoongi said, pensive frown on his face.

Jimin thought it must’ve been a requirement to know how law enforcement thinks if your doing illegal shit on the regular and not getting caught.

Half an hour later the trio came through the door, Jungkook setting up three Frankensteined laptops on the counter before even saying hello.

“What the hell is that?” Jimin asked pointing to the mess of wires with a screen and a keyboard in front of the younger.

“My baby.” Jungkook grinned and Jimin looked at Taehyung and Hobi that were standing behind Jungkook, both were shaking their heads as if telling Jimin not to question it.

Everyone was brought up to speed and had just a easily agreed to help Jimin as Namjoon, it made him feel warm inside.

“I just need the bastard’s full name.” Jungkook said cracking his knuckles on front of the keyboard.

“This might take a while.” Yoongi said. “You can go rest and I’ll go get you when we have something.” Jimin almost argued but he couldn’t deny that the stress of the day was catching up to him.

“I’ll go with you.” Taehyung offered and Jimin smiled.

The thought of having the calming scent of another omega close relaxing him.

They made their way to Jimin’s unused room and climbed on top of the bed, their legs intertwined as they faced each other.

It was intimate in a way only pack could be, Tae’s strawberry scent mixing with his own brown sugar/vanilla one.

“Stupid question but how are you feeling?” Tae asked as his arm wrapped around Jimin and started caressing his back with soothing motions.

“Scared, angry, guilty.” Jimin whispered closing his eyes. “I’m glad you agreed to help.” He confessed.

“You’re one of us now, Jimin, that’s what pack is for.” Tae whispered back. “Kidnapping included, among other things.” They both snorted.

“Once Kook gathers the intel Namjoon will come up with the perfect plan and we’ll go get them.”

“What’s up with Jungkook’s computers anyway? Jimin tried to change the subject, he was tired of crying all day and he was getting emotional again. Tae snorted.

“He felt they needed updating so he ‘fixed” them.” Tae rolled his eyes. “It would have been easier for him to buy whatever he needed but he said it was too much work.”

“More work than butchering the poor things?” Jimin asked, incredulous.

“I stopped trying to find the logic ages ago.” Tae huffed. “It works so that’s what’s important, when people look at him they assume he’s the muscle, and he certainly can be, but he’s the most competent and dangerous behind a screen.” Jimin nodded.

“And Hobi-hyung likes to blow things up?” He asked remembering Namjoon’s comment earlier.

“He’s a bit of an arsonist, a trait slightly worrying but mostly hot, for me at least.”

Both omegas giggled, Jimin’s eyes felt heavier by the second and Tae seemed to notice. “Sleep, everything will be sorted out by the time you wake up.” Tae whispered and Jimin felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Tae had been right. The next day he had breakfast on the counter listening to the finishing touches of the plan but he frowned as he noticed something missing.

“What will I do?”He finally asked and everyone froze before looking at him, he knew he wasn’t going to like the answer.

“You’re not going.” Namjoon finally said and kept talking before Jimin could open his mouth. “We have a chapter of the club in Seoul so we’ll have help there but it also means I have to go personally and I can’t leave the territory unprotected,-

Yoongi is my VP so he has to stay and he wouldn’t be able to focus if you’re miles away.”

Jimin turned to look at Yoongi and even tho he was silent Jimin could see that he agreed.

“You also told us your family is looking for you and it won’t help us if you’re recognized.”

Jimin hated that it made sense.

“After what my brother has gone through how do you expect him to feel comfortable with a bunch of alphas?” Jimin asked more to be petty than anything.

“That’s why Taehyung is coming with us.” Namjoon said, voice still calm, and Jimin sagged in defeat.

“I told Jiji I would come for them.” He whispered.

“You’ll be here to welcome them home.” Yoongi finally spoke. “Thanks to you they’ll be safe, you’re still keeping your word.”

Jimin sighed.

“Can you guys go over the plan again?” He pouted but accepted the outcome, Yoongi smiled at him before both turned to Jungkook who smiled excitedly.

“Okay, so, I could establish by his bank statements that he goes to a particular casino every Friday and stays there until after midnight most nights but he also quite frequently goes to a love hotel right after where he pays for at least two hours.”

Jimin wrinkled his nose in disgust.

“The plan is to distract him for as long as possible so he doesn’t deviate from the routine while Tae and Namjoon-hyung go to your brother.”

“We figured that the best way to do that with an alpha like that would be with a pretty omega.” Hoseok continued after Jungkook. “I have a friend in the Seoul chapter that’s up for the job.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?” Jimin asked biting his lip, god knows what that bastard could do.

“Becky can handle herself just fine, she’s a little bit terrifying if I’m honest but has the innocent face to fool anyone.” Hobi said smiling.

“Just like you.” Jungkook snorted. “Either way we’ll be in the casino with them for backup and she’ll slip a little something in his-

drink before taking him to the hotel so he’ll be completely useless.”

“And the longer he’s knocked out the longer he won’t realize you’re brother’s gone and it gives us more time to disappear without a trace.” Hobi finished.

“And Jin-hyung?” Jimin asked, turning to Namjoon.

“I wanted to talk to you about that.” Namjoon said and Jimin perked up. “We can bypass the security, would be difficult but not impossible, but it would be simpler if your brother came out instead of us going in.” Namjoon explained.

“I can contact him but I’m scared that it could give away that he has the phone and what it could mean for him.” Jimin swallowed. “It was luck that when I called him the bastard wasn’t home and that was by like minutes.”

“I understand.” Namjoon said and sighed.

“There’s still the possibility that they call me.” Jimin said hoping that it was true.

“If he does he has to know what to do for that plan to work and I need to know he will follow it, if not then it’s going to be better to just break in.”

Jimin nodded and prayed Seokjin would call him if only to tell him that the nightmare was about to be over.

As luck would have it the phone, which Jimin didn’t leave out of his sight, rang the day before the pack was set to make their way to Seoul.

Jimin hit himself on the hip in his haste to get to the phone but didn’t pay attention to it as he answered.

“Hyung?” He asked breathlessly, he was alone in the house as the rest were running some errands before the trip.

“Hey, Mimi.” Jin sounded tired, almost sleepy.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked biting his lip as he paced back and forth in the living room

“You heard.” Jin sighed. “Jiji told me you were coming for us, you can’t come here Jimin, it’s dangerous.” Jin sounded like he was pleading.

“I don’t care.” Jimin said stubbornly. “I’m getting you out of there, you and Jiji.”

“Jimin.” He sounded just as stubborn as Jimin and it made him smile a little, hearing a bit of that fire he remembered in Jin’s voice.

“No, listed to me.” Jimin cut him off. “I’m not going there so you don’t have to worry about that, my pack is.”

“You’re pack?”

“Yes, my pack.”

“Jimin, I can’t ask complete strangers to risk themselves for me, you don’t know how Baekhyun is.” Jin said, whispering the last part.

“Good because you didn’t ask them, I did, and I’m going to tell you the same thing I told Jiji, my friends are bigger and scarier than that piece of shit.” Jimin said turning to the door where he could see Yoongi and Namjoon coming in.

“They’re not afraid of breaking a few laws to get you out of there and they sure as hell are not afraid of that scumbag that calls himself your husband.”

“What did you get yourself into, Mimi?” Jin sounded exasperated but so fond.

“You’ll know once you get here.” Jimin answered, smiling. “Hyung, I need you to trust them, trust me, and do what they say, please.” Namjoon and Yoongi were now in front of him, focused on what Jimin was saying. He heard sniffling and his heart broke. “For Jiji and for me.”

“Okay.” Jin whispered after a long silence and Jimin sagged in relief.

“Okay.” He whispered back. “I’m gonna pass the phone to the pack Alpha, okay? He’s the one coming for you and he’s going to explain the plan and what you have to do.” Jimin said and waited for Jin’s verbal-

agreement before passing the phone to Namjoon and grabbing on to Yoongi.

“Seokjin-ssi? My name is Namjoon.” The alpha said, voice as steady as ever. “I need you to listen carefully, we’re coming for you this Friday and you need to be prepared. Don’t pack anything but be aware-

of where all the things you could need are so when the time comes you can grab them quickly.”

Namjoon paused and Jimin assumed he was waiting for Jin to answer before continuing.

“Ok, when we have eyes on your husband Jimin will call you to let you know it’s time, you’ll dress casually and will walk with your daughter to the convenience store three blocks from your building- yes, that one.”

Namjoon seemed to be holding back a smile.

“There my brother will be waiting for you, he’s an omega- I assure you you’ll know exactly who he is.” Namjoon lost the battle and smiled softly, Jimin looked at Yoongi who shrugged back at him.

“He’ll take you to where I’ll be waiting and you’ll be safe.” Namjoon paused again. “I am.” Another longer pause, his face turning serious once more. “I promise.”

Namjoon passed the phone to Jimin again and turned to the door, Yoongi following him.

“Hyung?”

“I’m here.” Jin answered.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I’m scared.” Jin sighed. “But not as scared as I am of what will happen if I stay here.” Jin confessed. “That Namjoon guy seems confident.”

“He has reasons to be.” Jimin answered letting Jin change the subject.

“We have a lot to catch up on.”

“We do.” Jimin agreed.

“Soon.”

“Soon.”

Here's the side story! for those confused, yes this is going to be the week's update it's just separate because I don't like multiple pov's in my stories unless I design them that way since the begining. Enjoy!

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Jimin stayed on the porch long after Namjoon and the others were gone, playing with the ripped hem of the shirt he was wearing and looking at the sunset. He heard Yoongi’s steps before he saw him carrying a tray with two bowls on it.

“You’re trying to make me fat.” Jimin teased as the tray was placed in front of him.

“I’m trying the make our pup fat.” Yoongi smirked. “And you look adorable with full cheeks.” Jimin rolled his eyes even as he blushed.

“Shut up.” He said and took the spoon to his mouth. “You should forget about all this illegal stuff and open a restaurant.” He hummed as the flavor exploded on his tongue, Yoongi chuckled.

“I’ll keep that in mind for my retirement plan.” The alpha said starting to eat too.

“I hope you don’t mind I ruined you shirt.” Jimin said after a couple of minutes of silence.

“As long as you don’t touch my bike everything else is fair game.” Yoongi shrugged as if it was nothing to give free reign of everything he owned to the omega.

“You’re gonna regret that when the nesting phase kicks in.” Jimin warned but judging by the amusement in Yoongi’s eyes he wasn’t taking it seriously.

“We’ll see about that.” Yoongi put his hand on Jimin’s naked knee stopping it from bouncing. “Hey.” Jimin turned to look at him.

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

Jimin sighed and lowered his spoon.

“What if he’s hurting him right now?” He whispered, eyes burning. “I’m here, eating your food, safe and happy and he’s with that monster.”

“It’s not you fault, doll.” Yoongi moved the tray and sat closer to him.

“I could’ve called him before.” He sniffed.

“And do what?” Yoongi asked softly.

“I don’t know.” He huffed. “Something, anything.”

“But you did call him, and you had people who could help him when you did.” The hand on his knee pulled on it until Jimin was sitting sideways with his legs over the alphas lap.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Jimin said, his head resting against the alphas chest.

“Whatever you need, doll.” He felt lips against the crown of his head, the touch so soft it could have been his imagination.

They stayed like that, comfortable silence and company until his eyes started to feel heavy.

He didn’t remember falling asleep but he remembers waking up for a second, long enough to realize he was being carried before the scent of whiskey and vanilla surrounded him.

He burrowed himself on the soft sheets and let out a sigh, falling asleep again.

He woke up with a start, hands blindly looking for something and only relaxing when his fingers closed around the phone.

The bed was cold on the other side but Yoongi had left the phone at his reach, he smiled to himself and got up.

The house was empty but there was a note on the counter right next to a plate with a muffin in the middle.

‘Taking care of some stuff.
Eat, Doll, I’ll see you in a couple of hours”

He rolled his eyes but took the muffin either way, he bit into it as he ran his fingers through his hair and grimaced.

He was in dire need of a shower.

He finished the muffin and went to his room to look for his towel and made his way to the bathroom. He let the water heat up and let it run over his sore muscles, he washed his hair and by the time he was done he felt human again.

When he got out he decided to steal another T-shirt from the alpha and giddily selected one.

He was putting on the shirt when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and froze, he let the fabric cover him as he took two long strides closer and lifted it up again.

He could see his baby bump.

He didn’t know if it had happened overnight or he had just not realized but he had a bump now, small and round and there.

He turned sideways and held it between his hands, giggling at the sight.

He looked liked he had eaten too much in one sitting but he knew it was not the case, there was a little person growing there.

The first thing that came to mind was Yoongi and how he couldn’t wait to show him.

He even took a picture and debated in sending it before closing the chat, he wanted to see the look on the alpha’s face when he showed him.

Feeling so many emotions was honestly exhausting.

He was anxious and scared for his brother, happy because of his baby bump, exited to see Yoongi’s reaction and guilty for feeling happy when his brother was still in danger.

The last straw for his frazzled emotional state was opening the fridge to find a pint of strawberry ice cream he had mentioned in passing to Yoongi a couple of days earlier.

He ended up breaking down in tears as he ate directly from the carton and sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room.

In the name of everything holy he was going to miss the hormonal mood swings the least when everything was over.

And of course that’s how Yoongi found him, frown on his face, tears in his eyes and still sniffling as he shoveled spoonful after spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.

He could see the alpha’s eyes widening as he took him in before starting to approach him slowly.

“Doll?” Yoongi whispered as if afraid to spook him. “What happened?” Jimin’s lower lip started trembling and fresh tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I’m a horrible person.” Jimin sniffled, Yoongi crouched in front of him.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I-I was happy and then I r-remembered that hyung is with that monster.” He sniffled. “And then I saw the ice cream and-“ he choked back a sob and looked up at Yoongi-

who was looking at him with so much fondness that it made him freeze.

“I think you’re the farthest thing from a horrible person.” Yoongi smiled.

“Really?” Another sniff.

“Really.” Yoongi smiled Jimin started to smile back but cut himself off with a gasp.

“Oh!” Jimin hand flew to Yoongi’s shoulder. “I have to show you!” He used the older to get up and then grabbed his hand practically dragging him to the bathroom.

He turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror, he could see Yoongi’s confused face in the reflection.

Without any preamble he pulled his shirt up, and pointed at himself.

“Baby bump.” Yoongi’s expression to surprised to something akin to awe.

The alpha took a step closer, his chest right against Jimin’s back, lips falling slightly open.

His big hands hovered over Jimin’s stomach as if unsure if he could touch.

Jimin took one of his hands and pressed it against the bump, they were a little rough but so warm.

He felt the huff of air leaving Yoongi’s lungs against the side of his neck and his skin broke out in goosebumps.

Yoongi looked hypnotized as he moved his hand, the bump practically disappeared under the big palm, and his other hand found its place on Jimin’s hip.

Then in a sudden move he was flipped so he was facing Yoongi, whose hand stayed on the bump, Jimin let the hem of his shirt fall and pool around Yoongi’s wrist as he grabbed on to the alpha’s shoulders to recover his balance.

“Yoongi?” Jimin whispered as he looked straight into those feline eyes.

Yoongi wasn’t smiling but his eyes were shining, at least they were until he closed them and leaned in so his forehead was pressing against Jimin’s.

“I’m going to kiss you now.” Yoongi whispered, Jimin felt his breath against his lips. “Stop me if you don’t want me to.”

Jimin felt his breath catch on his throat but instead of waiting for the alpha to move he was the one that eliminated the gap between their lips.

They had kissed before all those months ago when they were strangers, it had been all tongue and teeth both desperate to get off, it was different now.

The kiss was soft, just lips pressing against each other, and it felt like a first maybe because in a way it was.

Yoongi wasn’t just a hot stranger he met at a bar but the man that hugged him as they slept, calmed him down when he was spiraling, made sure he ate when he forgot.

He was the man that treated him as an equal while still handling him with gentle hands as if he was made of glass.

Their lips moved softly, delicately, for what seemed an eternity and when they finally separated Jimin couldn’t help the wide smile that appeared on his face.

“Finally.” He whispered and giggled when he saw Yoongi raising an amused eyebrow.

“Sorry for the wait.” Yoongi snorted.

“It was worth the wait.”Jimin shrugged, cheeks starting to hurt.

Yoongi huffed.

“As much as I would like to stay here making up for lost time-“Yoongi smirked. “You need to eat and we have to be ready for when Namjoon give us the go ahead.”

Jimin’s smiled deemed and he sighed.

“I know.” He said now burying his face in the alpha’s neck.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” Yoongi finally let go of the baby bump only to hug Jimin tightly against himself.

Jimin straightened himself.

“Come on, feed me, alpha.” He said as he dragged the alpha to the kitchen, he heard Yoongi snort.

“You’re really spoiled, did you know that?” Jimin turned around with a raised eyebrow.

“Whose fault is that?” He saw Yoongi shake his head as he smiled.

imin hopped on the counter and let go of Yoongi’s hands as the alpha went to look for ingredients to make dinner.

“I guess I can’t argue with that.” He heard him mumble and hid a smile behind his hands.

He stayed on the counter looking at Yoongi move gracefully all over the kitchen, looking back at him every once in a while, and thought about how lucky he was in all the clustefuck his life had become.

They were in the middle of having dinner when Yoongi’s phone pinged.

“Call your brother.” Yoongi said after looking at his phone and Jimin immediately did so.

It rang three times before it connected.

“Uncle Mimi?” Jiji answered, she was sniffling.

“Hey, baby.” Jimin said softly. “Where’s your mama?” He asked, his stomach tying itself in knots.

“Mama’s hurt.” Jiji sniffled again.

“Can you put mama on the phone?” Jimin asked trying to calm his frantically beating heart.

“Okay.” The girl answered with a little bit of a lisp. Jimin waited with a baited breath.

“Mimi?” Jimin hand went to cover his mouth, Seokjin sounded awful, almost as if he had swallowed broken glass.

“Jiji tells me you’re hurt.”

“Just a little.” He could tell that Seokjin was trying to smile.

“Doesn’t sound like ‘just a little’ to me, hyung.” Jimin said swallowing around the lump in his throat, he felt Yoongi’s hand take his. “Do you need me to send the knights to the tower?” He himself tried to smile.

“Don’t worry, this prince can climb down on his own, I just need the getaway carriage.” Jimin snorted wetly. It was so much like his hyung to say that.

“The carriage it’s already waiting for you so you better start moving your ass.”

It was a slow and excruciating process but finally his hyung was walking out of the building, Jimin could hear the buzz of the city on the other side.

“Mama?” He suddenly heard, Jiji sounded scared.

“What happening?” No one answered. “Hyung?” There was a dull thud. “Jiji?”

He heard his niece crying but it sounded muffled. He barely contained himself from screaming and was about to loose all resolve when the audio cleared and he heard Jiji’s voice.

“Mama fell.” Jiji sobbed and Jimin bit down a curse. “His eyes are closed.”

“Take a big breath for me baby.” Jimin as he signaled Yoongi to call Namjoon. “Everything’s gonna be fine, I’m gonna sent my friend, okay?” He nodded towards Yoongi and mouthed ‘he fainted’.

Yoongi was already on the phone to Namjoon and relied the message.

“Do you see anyone around you, Jiji?”

“We’re hiding.” Jiji said.

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to be brave and go to where you can be seen so my friend can find you.” He heard sniffling but after a moment Jiji answered.

“Okay.” Her voice was shaking and Jimin wanted to cry.

“You’re so brave.” He praised, Yoongi nodded and Jimin understood that Namjoon was on his way.

“Uncle Mimi, a man is here.” He heard Jiji say.

“What does he looks like, baby?” Jimin asked looking at Yoongi.

“He’s big and has hair like Mr. Wolf.” Jiji said at the same time that Yoongi nodded, Jimin let out a shaky breath. “Are you uncle Mimi’s friend?” He heard Jiji whisper and he also could hear Namjoon answer.

Jimin felt like a puppet with its strings suddenly cut off, he slumped forward with the phone still pressed to his ear as he distantly heard everything that was happening at the other end of the line.

They were finally safe, it wouldn’t dawn on him until he had his brother and niece in front of him but in the mean time he knew they were in good hands.

After half an hour of basically hearing nothing the phone was picked up by Taehyung.

“You still there?” Completely drained of energy he could only hum in response. “They fell asleep, we’ll keep you updated.”

“Thanks, Tae.” He mumbled before the line disconnected.

He buried his face in the crook of his elbow while still holding Yoongi’s hand.

“Come on, I think you’ve had enough emotions for one day.” Yoongi said, he heard the chair move so he assumed he had stood up.

“I’ve had enough emotions for a decade.” Jimin mumbled without even looking up, Yoongi snorted.

“Let’s get you to bed, We can eat the leftover for breakfast.” Yoongi pulled on his hand but Jimin refused to move, he heard a sigh and nest thing he knew there was an arm under his legs and then he was being carried bridal style.

It said something about his levels of energy that he didn’t even flinch.

“I can walk, you know.” He protested weakly even as he put his arms around the alpha’s neck.

“You didn’t seem like you were going to move anytime soon.” Yoongi said.

Jimin shrugged as he buried his face on the man’s neck.

Even when his eyes closed he knew when they got to the room and seconds later he felt himself being lowered onto the soft sheets, he resisted for a second before letting go.

Yoongi crouched by the side of the bed and Jimin was reminded of the first night he had come into the alpha’s room, the first night he had come into his home.

Jimin couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it started to feel like his home too.

He felt Yoongi’s fingers move his hair away from his face and his eyes fluttered open.

“You’ve been through a lot, doll, let me take it from here.” Yoongi whispered and he felt his eyes burn before two silent tears made their way down his face, the alpha wiped them down.

He nodded and nuzzled his face on the warm palm.

“Let me go wrap the leftovers and then I’ll come back to bed, okay?” Yoongi said. “I’ll stay up in case something comes up, which I doubt, so you can rest.”

Jimin nodded again, the knot in his throat not letting him speak, and before Yoongi could stand up Jimin’s hand made his way to the back of the alpha’s neck and pulled him in, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that felt as natural as breathing.

Yoongi smiled down at him before leaving the room, the door left open behind him.

Jimin stayed staring at the ceiling, hearing the alpha move around in the kitchen, until his eyelids felt heavy. He put his hands on his stomach and sighed.

“You’re Daddy is really something else, hm?” He whispered into the darkness feeling a little silly, it was the first time he tried talking to the baby growing inside him. “We’re really lucky.” He kept whispering.

“You’re really lucky you’re not gonna have to deal with me by yourself.” He snorted softly.

He kept whispering nonsense until he couldn’t even understand himself and the bed dipped on his side.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi whispered, sounding amused.

“Talking to the pup.” Jimin whispered back not opening his eyes.

“We’ll, they can hear your heartbeat right now, they won’t be able to hear your voice in at least seven more weeks.” Jimin barely opened one eye to squint at the alpha.

“You’re a killjoy and a nerd.” He said and Yoongi chuckled.

“I’ve been called worse.” It was Jimin’s turn to snort softly.

“I bet, I was just telling them about how insufferable you were.” Jimin said, giggling when Yoongi nudged him playfully.

“Good thing they can’t hear your lies then.” Contradicting his words Yoongi’s head appeared in front of Jimin’s belly and whispered loudly. “Do believe him.”

Yoongi pressed his cheek against the bump over the covers and stayed there, Jimin fell asleep with his finger tangled in Yoongi’s hair.

The next day he was standing in the same spot he had been standing two days prior when he gave Namjoon a bag with a piece of his torn shirt inside and asked him to bring his brother and niece home.

Now instead of the dread in the pit of his stomach he felt butterflies.

He had woken up alone, with a text on his phone from Yoongi saying he had things to take care of and celebrating the fact that Namjoon was finally going to be back.

Jimin snorted picturing the pout on the alpha’s face at having to wake up early and already having ‘stuff’ to do.

He got the text from Taehyung a little after noon saying they were two hours away which in turn made Jimin sit on the porch for those remaining hours until he got too fidgety and started pacing.

He stopped when he heard the sound of approaching vehicles and turned to the road with wide eyes.

He recognized Namjoon at the front, Hobi and Jungkook following and then a black SUV.

They stopped in front of the house and Jimin held his breath.

No one moved except for Namjoon who turned to him and smiled.

After a second the back door opened and for the first time in years his eyes landed on his brother,

Seokjin looked pale and skinnier than Jimin had ever seen before which made the bruises on his face stand out even more but he was smiling.

That smile that Jimin always associated with his brother, warm and full of love as he looked at him with fondness shining in his eyes.

Jimin took a step forward and then another, Seokjin doing the same and they didn’t stop until they were in each other’s reach and soon they were sobbing in each other arms.

They were sobbing and laughing at the same time hands going everywhere, touching faces and hair and arms, everywhere they could reach as if making sure the other was real.

“Hyung.” Jimin sobbed burring his face in Seokjin’s chest and felt the older doing the same in his hair.

“Oh my god, Mimi, you’re pregnant!” Seokjin sobbed back which made Jimin nod and sob harder.

They were a mess but Jimin couldn’t remember feeling this relieved and happy in a long time.

“Mama?” They both froze and turned to the car where a little girl was standing.

Jimin drank in the sight of his niece.

She was the spitting image of his brother, pale skin, dark hair in two adorable pigtails, light brown eyes, chubby cheeks and the Park’s signature plump lips.

She was hugging a silver toy fox to her chest with one arm and surprisingly her other hand was wrapped around Namjoon’s finger.

Seokjin extended his hand to the girl and after looking at Namjoon who nodded and gave her a smile Jiji let go of his hand and walked shyly to them.

“This is your uncle Mimi, baby.” Seokjin said after crouching down in front of her, Jiji shyly looked up at Jimin and he resisted the urge to coo deciding to crouch down too instead.

“Hey there.” Jimin smiled softly.

Jiji seemed nervous for a second before she took a step closer to Jimin and touched his face with her little hand.

She seemed to be looking all over his face for a second before smiling.

“You’re pretty, uncle Mimi.” Jiji said and Jimin felt another knot forming in his throat.

“Thank you, Jiji, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Jimin said back which made the little blush as her smile widened. “Can I have a hug?” He asked extending his arms but not moving.

Jiji’s eyes widened and her lips formed a little ‘o’ looking like the picture of surprise, she looked at Seokjin with the same expression and after receiving a nod from him she nodded enthusiastically at Jimin, her smile back and threw herself at Jimin arms.

Jimin held her close and felt his brother’s arms going around them both, they stayed crouched down hugging each other with Jiji in the middle until their legs started to ache.

Much later when Taehyung, Hobi and Jungkook said their goodbyes so they could go rest and Namjoon went to meet with Yoongi, promising to come back after Jiji sweetly asked him to, the brothers were sitting on the couch with the girl asleep between them, her head on Jimin’s lap.

“She’s so sweet.” Jimin said looking at her peaceful sleeping face.

“She is.” Seokjin said but his tone made Jimin look up, his brother had a sad smile on his face. “I tried to give her all the love that I could but she’s constantly afraid of people not liking her which makes-

sense seeing as the only other people she had contact with was ‘him’ and her grandparents.” Seokjin looked up and swallowed. “None of which are exactly pleasant to be around.” Jimin looked down at Jiji and felt sad for the little girl.

“How come I never saw her?” Jimin asked quietly.

“‘He’ only started letting her out this past year, we went to visit mom and dad only a couple of times and they told me you were studying abroad when I asked about you.” Seokjin said and Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Of course that’s the story they’re going with.” Jimin said bitterly.

“What happened?”

“They were getting angsty because I was not settling down at the old age of twenty-five so they decided to arrange a marriage for me, I heard them talk about it one night and I just-“

Jimin sighed. “I ran away the same night, emptied out my savings account before they could realize I was gone and hopped on a bus that could take me as far away as possible before hopping into another one and doing the same.”

“And how did you end up here?”

Seokjin asked raising a brow. “I mean pregnant in a commune and with a gang.” His brother had always been smart, Jimin snorted.

“It all started with a trio of mean bitches and a one night stand.” Jimin laughed seeing his brother’s expression.

When Jimin finished up recounting his adventures for the past few months they had moved Jiji to Jimin’s room and were sitting by the counter, a cup of coffee on Seokjin’s hand and tea in Jimin’s.

“Does he treat you right?” Seokjin asked after Jimin stopped talking about Yoongi.

He hadn’t even realized he had gone on a tangent.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “He’s good, they’re all good.” Jimin said and took one of his brother’s hands in his. “Criminal activity aside they’re pretty good people.” Seokjin snorted.

“Well I was with a ‘stand up guy’ and I learned it doesn’t mean shit how someone is perceived to the world, how they are behind closed doors is what matters.” Seokjin sighed squeezing Jimin’s hand before smiling. “I’m glad you found someone good, you deserve it.”

“Hey, so do you.” Jimin said. “You deserve good, the best, and now you can heal and see what that looks like for you.” He smiled.

“Thank you, Mimi.” Seokjin smiled back.

They continued to sip on their drinks in silence, holding each other’s hands until Jimin perked up, the sound of a bike getting closer.

Minutes later Yoongi was entering the house followed by Namjoon.

The alpha made a straight line for him.

“Hey, doll.” Yoongi said pressing a kiss to Jimin head and turned around to look at Seokjin who had his eyes on him already. “Min Yoongi.”’ He extended his hand and after a second Seokjin took it.

“Park Seokjin.” His brother smiled.

“Did you guys eat?”

Yoongi asked after letting go of Seokjin’s hand, Jimin rolled his eyes. “I saw that.” Yoongi said not even looking at Jimin. “You staying for dinner?” He asked Namjoon who nodded and smiled at the other alpha.

“There were a couple of things I wanted to ask you, Seokjin-ssi.”

Namjoon said looking at the omega, Jimin took note of how Seokjin tensed but Namjoon didn’t get any closer clearly seeing it too.

“Of course.” Seokjin said turning to the alpha and waiting.

“It’s about your accommodations.” Namjoon said.

“I know Jimin and Yoongi would be more than happy to have you in their home.” Namjoon smiled at Jimin, probably knowing he was about to interrupt. “But I also know it can be a little bit crowded with the four of you and the pup on the way.”

Seokjin nodded looking apprehensive, he relaxed a little bit when the dimples smiled was turned his way.

“There’s a couple of empty houses available, one of them is right across from this one if you’re interested.” Namjoon offered and both Seokjin and Jimin’s mouths fell open.

“That’s- that’s a lot.” Seokjin said, voice wavering. “I don’t have much money-“ he was interrupted by Namjoon.

“I’m not asking for your money, Seokjin-ssi, I know you’re coming out of a difficult situation so I’m offering it to you.” Namjoon said.

“I own this land and every house in it, no one in my pack pays rent and I’m extending the offer to you.”

“There has to be something I can do to pay you back, I couldn’t possibly accept it just like that.” Seokjin said, an earnest expression on his face.

Namjoon nodded and thought for a moment.

“Is there anything you can contribute to the pack?” The alpha asked, not condescendingly but genuinely curious.

“He was studying to be a doctor.” Jimin said when Seokjin looked like he didn’t know what to say, Namjoon’s eyes lit up.

“Technically I am a doctor, I was just never able to practice medicine.” Seokjin said looking down at his hands. Jimin was reminded that his brother had been a couple of months away from graduating when his wedding was announced.

“That’s very impressive.” Namjoon said and Seokjin shrugged. “Tell you what, we have a little clinic in the pack grounds, it’s more of an office than anything, and the only one there is an elderly nurse who would be very grateful to have someone else in charge.”

Seokjin’s eyes were getting progressively wider.

“You can take over, be the pack doctor of you will, it’s mostly for minor every day stuff but you can pay back that way.” Seokjin was gaping at the alpha and Jimin had to kick him for the other omega to react.

“Yes!” It came more enthusiastically than he was planning judging by the blush on Seokjin’s face.

“Perfect.” Namjoon said smiling and took out a key from his back pocket. “Here’s the key to the house, you can go look around tomorrow, it should be in good condition but it’s-

probably missing a new coat of paint and some furniture, let me know what you need and I’ll take care of it.”

Seokjin looked at the key in Namjoon’s hand and took if after a moment, wrapping his fingers around the alpha’s and looking straight into his eyes.

“Thank you.” He said and even Jimin was getting choked up, Namjoon’s smile softened.

“You’ve been through a lot, Seokjin-ssi, you deserve a break and I’m happy I’m the one that can give it to you.” Namjoon said softly and Seokjin smiled.

for a moment Jimin felt like he was intruding into something private.

Seokjin finally let go of Namjoon’s hand and the alpha cleared his throat.

“You can also check the clinic out anytime you want, just tell Jimin and Yoongi will let me know, there’s no hurry though,

just focus on settling in for the time being.” Namjoon said and Seokjin nodded, the blush still high on his cheeks.

After that the conversation went to lighter topics until Yoongi had dinner ready and Jiji woke up, being lured by the smell of the food.

She sleepily climbed on to Seokjin lap and gifted them all with an adorable smile before shyly engaging Namjoon in conversation about wolves of all things.

It didn’t surprise Jimin that Namjoon actually had knowledge on the topic.

Looking around the table, Yoongi by his side and his brother in front of him he couldn’t help but smile and drink in the moment.

He was home.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

Seokjin had moved to the house across the street the week after arriving and was running the little clinic two weeks after that. His bruises had faded and the spark in his eyes was slowly coming back.

Jiji had been beside herself when she learned that there was a school, read an older couple that took care of the children of the pack and that had been teachers when they were younger, that she could attend to and be around other kids.

Jimin had convinced Seokjin to follow up on his pregnancy and as soon as the older omega had said yes two days later the equipment had appeared in the little clinic. He could see his brother biting his tongue to not ask questions.

Medical equipment wasn’t sold to just anyone and it was extremely expensive after all.

Jimin had also started a new routine dividing his time between working at the bar and at the clinic and a pseudo assistant for Seokjin mostly just so he could spend more time with his brother.

The pack welcomed Seokjin with open arms and in turn by being at the clinic with him Jimin was able to actually meet the rest of the pack.

And at the end of everyday Jimin returned home to Yoongi with whom his relationship was progressing slowly.

Glacially slow.

Too slow for Jimin’s taste.

He was actually losing his mind.

“Can you stop whining?” Taehyung groaned restocking the shelves not even turning around to where Jimin was slumped over the bar with a big pout on his face.

“No.” Jimin huffed. “Not all of us have two alphas wiling and able to fuck us dumb every night, some of us have to accept perfectly sweet kisses while our raging hormones make us crazy.”

“You don’t think Yoongi-hyung is willing and able to do it?” Taehyung snorted.

“I know perfectly well how able he is, I’m six months pregnant with his pup.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “Is the willing part I’m concerned about.” That made Taehyung turn around.

“You’re joking, right?” Taehyung’s face was incredulous, Jimin shrugged.

“I mean, I don’t have the same body I had when we met.”

“Of course you don’t have the same body, you dummy, you’re pregnant.” Taehyung said taking Jimin’s hands in his own. “With his pup, may I add.” The other omega smiled.

“Have you not seen how that man looks at you? He’s probably holding himself back from eating you up.” Tae smirked.

“I don’t want him to hold himself back, dammit.” Jimin whined again.

“Maybe he needs a little push.” Tae’s smiled turned mischievous.

Jimin’s smile mirrored him.

And so a plan started to form in his head, a stupid plan driven by his hormones and sexual frustration that led him straight into the predicament he found himself in two days later.

His pup had finally decided to show their sex on a day that Yoongi was out of town and Jimin thought he could kill two birds with one stone.

He decided to go to the town and shake his tail, Soobin and Hyuka this time, before going to the store he knew had what he was looking for. Inside was someone he now recognized as being a member of the pack and Jimin blushed to the root of his hair as he explained what he wanted.

The omega girl, Yongsun, smirked but found exactly what he wanted and Jimin was too enamored by the pretty fabric in his hands to keep being embarrassed.

Jimin stepped out of the store and started walking to where he had left the poor prospects and thinking about what to give them for the stunt he had pulled when he heard it.

It was basically a Pavlovian response by now to hear a bike and turn to it and that’s exactly what he did only to freeze when he saw one of the goons that had taken him what seemed like a life time ago.

He was with another person, a woman this time, and they had stopped in front of the store he had been in just moments before.

At first he didn’t understand what he was seeing and it wasn’t until they raised the black things in their hands at the same time in the direction of the store that Jimin realized what was happening.

They fired at least ten shots each, Jimin’s ears were left ringing, the people around them started screaming and running for cover.

The glass of the store windows were shattered and Jimin choked back a scream when as if nothing happened the pair grabbed one can of gasoline each and started pouring it on the front of the store and throwing them inside when they were almost empty.

Jimin ducked into the alley behind him just as the woman lit up a cigarette, sucked on it once and threw it into the store.

He ran deeper into the alley with his phone in his hand. It would have been more logical to dial the prospects phones but Jimin’s first instinct won and ended up dialing Yoongi’s.

“Hey, doll, I’m a little bit busy right now, is everything alright?” Yoongi’s voice sounded strained and Jimin gulped.

“Are you by any chance busy with shots fired downtown?” Jimin asked, the dark door on the side of the building now in front of him.

He prayed that it was unlocked.

“How do you know about that?” Yoongi’s voice darkened.

“I’m kinda here.” Jimin said, sighing when the door, now hot to the touch, opened.

“What do you mean ‘kinda’” Jimin winced at Yoongi’s sharp tone.

“As in I’m inside the store that was shot and now is burning to the ground.” Jimin covered his nose and mouth with his shirt and his eyes watered due to the smoke.

His heart went to his throat when he finally saw Yongsun’s body on the floor behind the register.

He heard the roar of Yoongi’s bike pick up volume on the other side of the line at the same time the alpha started to curse.

“Can you get out?” Yoongi asked, it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.

“Yongsun’s still inside, I’m going in.” Jimin said as he made his way to the other omega, his voice muffled by the shirt.

Please be alive, Jimin prayed with sweat now dripping down his temple. He crouched and put his fingers on Yongsun’s neck almost sobbing when he felt a pulse.

“Jimin!” Yoongi shouted and he realized that the alpha had been talking and he hadn’t heard a word.

“I’m here.” Jimin coughed. “We’re getting out through the back door.” He coughed again. “She’s hurt.”

“I’m almost there.” Yoongi said and Jimin didn’t know if the burn in his eyes was due to just the smoke or something else.

He focused on pulling Yongsun’s by her arms and dragging her to the door.

Thankfully the fire even though it had spread it was still concentrated at the front of the store.

When they were finally out Jimin closed the door behind him and fell to the ground coughing.

Yongsun’s breathing was shallow but there and the other injuries were a shot through her shoulder and the blood on her forehead told him that she had most likely hit her head when she fell.

“We’ll, well, we’ll, what do we have here.” Jimin felt a shiver run down his spine and when he turned he saw Baldy standing feet away from him. “Long time no see.”

“Could have gone longer without seeing that ugly face.” Jimin said between coughs and saw the man’s face darken.

“Still a mouthy little bitch.” Baldy said taking a step closer. Yongsun groaned behind him and Jimin put himself in front of her. “So she’s alive.” The man smirked. “I guess I can take you both and keep you this time.” He took another step.

“You’re fucking disgusting.” Jimin spit out trying to step back but the man was quicker and grabbed his wrist. “Get your hands off me!” He struggled trying to pull himself out of the man’s grip.

“I’m gonna have fun breaking you.”

Just as the word left the man’s mouth the now familiar sound of a gun going off echoed in the alley and the man screamed in pain falling to the floor, hand letting go of Jimin to go to his leg where blood was now pouring out of it.

Yoongi was standing there, a few feet away, gun still in his hand and an expression Jimin had never seen before. He looked two times his usual size, dark eyes blazing and he almost looked like he was snarling.

He looked feral.

He looked at Jimin for a second, his eyes scanning every visible part of him, before turning his eyes to the cursing man still on the floor.

He got closer and impossibly Baldy was able to stand up and throw himself at Yoongi fist first. And even though Yoongi had a gun apparently the alpha decided that using his fist was the way to go because in a split second he had pushed his gun in Jimin’s direction-

before absolutely plummeting the man’s face with his fist.

The other man got a good couple of hits but it was nothing compared the the raging storm Yoongi was letting out on him.

It wasn’t even a couple of minutes later when with a final crack of Yoongi’s knuckles against the man’s nose that baldy slumped back, bloodied and unconscious.

Yoongi stood up and spat the blood in his mouth before cleaning his bloody lip with his jacket sleeve.

Jimin tensed when he heard steps running in their direction from the entrance of the alley but relaxed when he saw that it was Hobi followed by Soobin and Hyuka.

“Everything’s taken care of here.” Yoongi said.

“The other one ran off.” Hobi said, grimacing. Yoongi nodded and turned his sight to the prospects.

“Give me the car keys, we’ll have a chat later.” The boys seemed to shrink into themselves, Yoongi caught the keys thrown at him mid air.

“Take care of this, I’ll take them back to the pack land.” Hobi nodded circling the still unconscious man.

“Call Byul, she has to know her omega is hurt.” Hobi said, it was Yoongi’s turn to nod.

Finally the alpha turned to Jimin and walked towards him until he was close enough to crouch in front of him.

“Can you stand, doll?” He asked, even though Jimin could see the he was still mad his tone was soft.

“Yeah.” Jimin said, coughing again. Yoongi frowned, concern all over his face, but nodded either way.

He helped Jimin up before picking up Yongsun and walking to the entrance of the alley, when they got there Jimin saw the bag with the store’s logo where he had dropped it.

He picked it up, ignoring Yoongi’s raised eyebrow, after everything he had gone through he wasn’t going to leave behind the damn thing that had brought him there in the first place.

He saw the car he had been driven into town with Soobin and Kai with parked partly on top of the sidewalk. Jimin got in in the back seat and Yoongi placed Yongsun’s head on Jimin’s lap.

“Keep an eye on her breathing.” Yoongi said before walking to the driver side and starting to drive.

Halfway to the pack land Yoongi took out his phone and put it to his ear.

“Byul.” Yoongi said gravely. “The serpents targeted Yongsun’s shop.”

He sighed.

“Calm down, she’s alive but she’s hurt, we’re on our way to the pack land, we’ll meet you at the clinic.” After a few seconds of silence Yoongi hung up. “Call your brother.” Yoongi said, it took a second for Jimin to realize he was talking to him.

He nodded, cleared his throat and made the call, Seokjin picked up at the second ring.

“Hey, everything alright?”

“Not exactly, we’re on our way to the clinic. Someone’s been shot and was inside a burning building for a couple of minutes.”

“Are they conscious?” Seokjin asked, professional mode on.

“No, she fell and hit her head.” Jimin explained. “Her breathing is shallow and the gunshot was to her shoulder but it stopped bleeding.

“That’s good, it probably means the bullet didn’t hit anything major.”

“I’ll have oxygen ready for when you get here.”

“Make sure there’s room for two.” Jimin said, he felt Yoongi’s eye on him. “I kinda was inside the burning building too.” He heard Seokjin groan.

“Of course you were.” He could almost the the long suffering expression on his brother’s face. “How long till you get here?”

“How long until we get there?” Jimin asked out loud.

“Fifteen.” Yoongi answered, eyes back on the road.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“I’ll get everything ready.”

When they got there the gates were already wide open and Yoongi flew past them straight to the clinic where Seokjin was waiting outside with a woman with long silver hair.

As soon as the car was parked the woman was opening the door, picking Yongsun in her arms and carrying her inside with Seokjin following her.

Yoongi stayed behind waiting for Jimin to get out and pulled him to his chest before burying his face in Jimin’s neck letting out a shuddering sigh.

“We’re okay.” Jimin whispered hugging him back just as tightly.

“We’re okay.” Jimin whispered hugging him back just as tightly.

“The doctor will decide that.” Yoongi murmured and Jimin couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face.

“Okay.” Jimin agreed.

They stayed like that for a minute before walking into the clinic and going to the back room where Seokjin was treating Yongsun.

“…was a through and through and doesn’t seem like it hit anything major, I’ll stitch her up and bandage the wound.”

Seokjin was saying. “It’s gonna hurt for a while but nothing to be worried about.”

Just as he finished the sentence Yongsun stirred and started coughing almost violently as she tried to get the oxygen mask off.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, baby.” Byul said as she gently grabbed Yongsun’s hands and pulled them away from the mask. “This has to stay.” She said just as softly and smiled when Yongsun’s eyes opened. “Hi.”

“How long was she exposed to the smoke?” Seokjin asked Jimin as he pulled him to a chair and made him sit before putting an oxygen mask on his face.

“Less than ten minutes I think, I got to her and pulled her out pretty quickly.” Seokjin nodded.

“That’s good, I’ll run some tests on both of you to make sure but you’re going to have some symptoms for a while, Yongsun more than you because she was exposed for a longer period of time.”

“He’s been coughing a little bit.” Yoongi said and Seokjin nodded.

“That to be expected, is your throat itchy?”

“A little bit.” Jimin said.

“I’ll give you some cough drops to soothe your throat, you should be good to go home after the tests.” Then he turned to the other couple who had their foreheads together and were whispering to each other.

“I’ll keep Yongsun until closing time, after that she should be monitored overnight.” Byul nodded, a serious expression on her face.

Just as Seokjin said he ran tests on both of them and Jimin’s came back pretty good, he checked on the baby to make sure and after-

a couple of hours he was good to go home.

He was getting into the car after saying goodbye to Seokjin, who promised to visit him after he got off work, when he was stopped by Byul.

“I just wanted to thank you.” The alpha said when Jimin turned around. “You risked yourself and got her out, I’ll never be able to repay that so I can just say thank you for now.”

“There’s no need for that.” Jimin smiled. “She’s pack and even if she wasn’t it was the right thing to do.” Jimin shrugged and looked down shyly.

“That may be but I’m still grateful, she’s my everything.” Byul said smiling too. “You got yourself a good one, Min.”

“I did.” Jimin blush darkened at the words. “Even if he likes to be naughty sometimes.” Jimin gulped and Byul snorted.

“Who doesn’t?” The other alpha said before turning to Jimin again and placed a gentle hand on his arm.

“Thank you, again.” She whispered. “Take care of him.” That was directed at Yoongi and then she turned around and walked back into the clinic.

The drive home was silent, Jimin could feel certain tension rolling off the alpha so he nervously picked his nail into Yoongi finally parked in front of the house.

“Want to tell me why you ditched Soobin and Hyuka?” Yoongi asked after they stayed silent and neither of them made a move to get out of the car.

“You’re mad.” Jimin said looking at Yoongi’s profile, the alpha was staring straight ahead.

“Oh, I’m pissed.” Yoongi said, tone calm.

“Don’t be too hard on them, it really took me a while to shake them off.” Jimin said looking down again.

“That still doesn’t answer the questions of why you did it.” Yoongi said, Jimin but his lip.

“I wanted to buy something and didn’t want them to see it.” Jimin shrugged.

“I was planning a surprise, for you.” That made Yoongi look at him.

“A surprise?” Jimin looked up a and Yoongi was staring straight at him so he nodded. “What you did was reckless, what can be worth putting yourself in danger?” Yoongi asked.

“I wanted you to want me more.” Jimin whispered.

“What?” Yoongi sounded incredulous.

Jimin took Yoongi’s hand and guided it inside the bag with the soft fabric, Jimin know when the alpha pieced two and two together by the shuddering breath he let out, Yongsun’s store specialized in certain things after all.

“I don’t think it possible for me to want you any more than I already do, doll.” Yoongi said.

“But you don’t touch me.” Jimin pouted.

“Of course I touch you.” Yoongi’s tone was starting to sound amused so Jimin lifted his face and glared at him.

“I’m a pregnant omega with hormones wrecking havoc in my body with a perfectly good and healthy alpha that just kisses me, chastely may I add, and as much as I love that I need more. I was starting to think you didn’t-“ Jimin cut himself off and bit his lips.

“I just wanted to entice you a little.”

“You’re plenty enticing already.” Yoongi now turn his whole body to Jimin and cupped his cheek with his big hand. “I must be a pretty shitty alpha if I made you feel otherwise.”

Jimin looked up and found nothing but sincerity in the alphas eyes.

“You don’t have any idea of what you do to me, do you?” Yoongi asked and Jimin found himself shaking his head, entranced by the alpha’s dark eyes.

“I remember everything about that night, you know? How fucking beautiful I thought you were, how I wanted to taste the whiskey on your tongue the moment you took a sip from my glass.”

Yoongi leaned in.

“Your cute pissed off face when you realized you had been fooled, the mischievous smile when you hopped onto my bike and held me tightly right for the start.

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s breath against his lips.

“How sweet you sounded under me as you started to moan my name, the pain of your nails leaving scratches on my back the took days to heal.”

Jimin whimpered.

“How fucking perfect you felt around my cock as you took everything I gave you over and over and over again.” Yoongi finished with a whisper. “I remember it all and I want you more now than I did back then.”

“Then why-?”

“Because I don’t want to fuck this up.” Yoongi answered the unfinished question. “Because I want you to be sure you want to be with me and everything that it implies.” Jimin sighed.

“I’m sure.” Jimin said. “I’ve been sure for a while now.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi groaned softly.

“Yes, please.” Jimin giggled and heard Yoongi snort.

“You’re a menace.” Yoongi said and Jimin’s smile widened. “As much as I would like to stay and fuck whatever thought you have about me not wanting you out of your head-“

Yoongi planted a kiss on Jimin’s lips, gently sucking on Jimin’s lower lip for a moment before letting it go. “I have to go deal with the shit show with the serpents.”

“Fucking serpents.” Jimin groaned.

“Exactly what I’ve been saying for the last three months.” Yoongi smirked. Jimin slumped forward and pressed his forehead on Yoongi’s chest. “Don’t pout, doll.”

“You’re a tease.” Jimin mumbled.

“Look who’s talking.” Yoongi huffed. “Now go, you have to rest.” He finally said. “Remember to take the medicine Seokjin gave you, I’ll be checking in with you as much as I can, okay?”

“Okay.” Jimin smiled feeling warm the spread in his chest.

So yeah, maybe it didn’t happen that night but it was a needed conversation to have.

And he still planned to go ahead with the surprise, even if Yoongi knew it was coming Jimin didn’t see why he couldn’t have his fun anyway.

Inside the bag was only half the surprise after all.

Jimin decided to wait a week before putting his plans into motion, mostly because he didn’t think a coughing fit would be very sexy of him but also because whatever was happening with the serpents seemed to be picking up in intensity.

Yoongi coming home later and later each night with some sort of injury and Taehyung’s worried frown when he thought no one was looking were just some of the signs.

He hadn’t seen hide nor hair from Jungkook or Hobi in at least three days and had only seen Namjoon once at the clinic when he had been dropping by at least three times a week since Seokjin had started running it.

So when a little over a week after the incident he got a text from Yoongi saying that he would be home for dinner he took the opportunity with both hands and ran with it.

He had less than two hour to prepare but by the time he heard Yoongi’s bike approaching he was ready.

He didn’t count on the alpha limping when he walked through the door.

“What happened?” Jimin asked, forgetting about the pose he was holding against the counter and practically running to Yoongi.

“It’s just a graze, doll, don’t worry about it.” Yoongi said, smiling at Jimin fluttering around him not knowing where to touch. “Don’t let that interrupt whatever you had planned for tonight.”

He smirked nodding to the dim living room with LED candles and two plates placed across each other on the counter.

“I just wanted to make something nice for you.” Jimin mumbled, feeling suddenly shy. “You always cook for me so I figured I could do it for a change.”

Yoongi huffed.

“You’re so fucking sweet.” He said right before pulling the omega by the waist and giving him a kiss that left him breathless. “And this?” Yoongi said after their lips separated, running his fingers along the hem of the black satin robe Jimin was wearing.

“That’s for dessert.” Jimin smiled biting his lip. “If you’re up for it.” Yoongi groaned and pushed their foreheads together.

“I would have to be actually dead to say no to that.” Jimin giggled and Yoongi smiled again.

“I’m going to take a shower and we can start the night all over again, hm?”Yoongi said and Jimin nodded.

“I’ll wait here, alpha.”He said and enjoyed hearing the alpha’s breath catch.

“Behave if you don’t want us to jump straight into the dessert”Yoongi said, voice getting lower

“But I worked so hard on the dinner.” Jimin pouted even when he was fighting back a smile, Yoongi snorted.

“Then stop trying to rile me up.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Jimin asked innocently.

“I’m going to shower.” Yoongi rolled his eyes but still looked amused. “Stay.” He pointed to the chair and Jimin took a step back.

“Yes, alpha.”

Yoongi let out a sound between a groan and a growl before making his way to the bathroom without looking back leaving Jimin giggling to himself.

Probably breaking his own record of fast showers Yoongi was back within a few minutes, hair still damp and wearing fresh clothes.

A white tshirt that stretched deliciously over his chest and arms and low hanging black sweatpants, the expression on his face was amused and his smirk said ‘two can play this game’.

And damn him for being so fucking attractive.

The two sat across each other and the tension only broke when Yoongi took the first bite of the pasta and hummed appreciatively.

“This is good.” He smiled showy his gums.

“Don’t sound so surprised.” Jimin said even as he preened at the praise.

He might have not been a prodigy in the kitchen but if there was something he knew how to make it was a good carbonara. It was his secret weapon.

They kept talking like normal, Yoongi refusing a glass of wine and instead drank the sparkling grape juice Jimin was drinking, as they skirted around the topic of the serpents and Yoongi’s wounds so it was mostly Jimin doing the talking.

He talked about Taehyung disastrous experiments doing cocktails when he was bored, about some of the patients that came into the clinic, about Jiji’s new best friend and about the cribs he had been browsing online.

“I want to build it for them.” Yoongi said looking at his now empty plate and looking almost shy.

“Yeah?” Jimin whispered, looking fondly at the alpha. Yoongi nodded smiling back.

“We should start preparing the room, it won’t be long until they come.” Yoongi said.

“We haven’t had the time with all the craziness but I want us to do it together.”

Jimin felt his eyes burn as he smiled impossibly wide and stood up without preamble.

“I think I want dessert now.”

Yoongi looked surprised for all of 1.2 seconds before he stood up too, smile turning into a smirk and eyes darkening.

Jimin took a step back and saw Yoongi tensing, probably fighting with the impulse to give chase and Jimin couldn’t have that so he took another step back enjoying watching Yoongi jerk forward.

In that moment he took off in the direction of the bedroom, it wasn’t a long chases but if was certainly an exhilarating one that left him breathless and giggling when he was caught right at the edge of the bed and falling on it after being turned around to face the alpha.

He ended up with Yoongi on top him straddling his legs but supporting himself on his knees as to not put his weight on Jimin, one had at the side of his face and the other cupping the back of his neck, the omega grabbed on to Yoongi’s tshirt with both hands still giggling softly.

🔞🔞🔞

Yoongi’s smile disappeared at the same rate Jimin’s giggles stopped and they were both left staring at each other in silence.

Yoongi leaned back until he was standing on his knees looking down at Jimin, his hand went to the knot on Jimin’s robe and slowly untied it exposing his skin little by little until he was left bare except for the soft lace hugging his curves and accenting his bump.

Jimin saw the alpha letting out a slow breath as he drank in the sight before him, his calloused hands following his eyes’ path going over his bump, to his waist, over his chest, up to his clavicle and ending up on his neck caressing the place Jimin knew the mating bite went.

It made his breath stutter and his heart beat faster.

Yoongi’s eyes left the spot and clashed into Jimin’s searching for something there before smiling again.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was so low it sent a shiver down Jimin’s spine and he had to press his knees together as he felt himself already getting wet.

He pulled on the hem of Yoongi’s shirt.

“Take it off.” He almost whined and even if Yoongi looked amused he didn’t pay it any attention as that beautiful inked skin was revealed to him.

Countless of time he had seen it and it always had the same effect on him, but now he could do something about it.

In a sudden move Jimin switched their places so now Yoongi was the one under him and he was straddling the alpha, he couldn’t help himself and pushed down grinding against the bulge he could feel growing under his ass.

Yoongi’s hands went to Jimin’s thighs and gripped them hard when Jimin did it again.

“Do you like that, alpha?” Jimin whispered, blush high on his cheeks as he leaned down running the tip of his nose along Yoongi’s neck.

“Fuck.” Yoongi cursed and Jimin felt the movement of his throat as he swallowed.

“I want you to sit back and relax today.” Jimin said now talking into Yoongi’s ear. “I want to make you feel good, can I?” He softly sucked on Yoongi’s earlobe. “Please?” Yoongi cursed again.

“You can do whatever you want, doll.” Yoongi said through gritted teeth and Jimin smiled before kissing the alpha with everything he had.

“Thank you, alpha.”

Jimin didn’t give Yoongi time to react before starting to lick and suck on the alpha’s neck, a thrill going though him at seeing the marks appear on the pale skin through the ink.

He spent as much time as he could tracing the art on Yoongi’s skin, kissing and sucking his shoulders, biting the alpha’s bicep, before continuing his path to his chest and taking a nipple into his mouth and enjoying the grunts Yoongi let out.

He was having the time of his life.

By the time he has nosing the edge of Yoongi’s sweatpants he could tell that the alpha was close to snapping so he decided to reward the alpha for his patience and stop teasing after a last bite on his hipbone.

He made quick work of the sweatpants and let out a pleased hum when he notice there was no underwear underneath.

Yoongi cock was a work of art on his own and Jimin couldn’t even be upset he hadn’t appreciated it the first, and last, time he had seen it because it was there now and according to Yoongi he could do whatever he wanted with it.

So he took those words to heart and swiftly licked it from base to tip feeling it pulse under his tongue.

He suckled on the tip and painted his lips with the precum leaking out or it before putting it in his mouth and looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes.

The alpha was biting his lip as he stared intensely back at him, his skin glowing pink down to his chest under the tattoos and making Jimin’s marks stand out even more.

Jimin set a slow pace while he grew accustomed to the cock in his mouth and his jaw started relaxing even if his lips were still straining.

When he thought he was ready he went down sharply and took Yoongi down to his throat only gagging for a moment before opening up to it.

Yoongi’s hand made an aborted movement when he moaned never taking his eyes off Jimin and he just knew the alpha was dying to bury his fingers in Jimin’s hair a be in charge of the pace.

So he interlaced their fingers keeping the alpha’s hands on his sides as he fucked his own throat with Yoongi’s cock.

Jimin moaned feeling almost dizzy with the power of what he knew was such dangerous alpha under his control, he knew in an almost primal way that Yoongi was his.

He kept going even after his jaw started to hurt, the grip Yoongi had on his hands was almost painful too but he only had one thing in mind and that was making the alpha fall apart and he knew he was close the the cock in his mouth throbbed harder-

the base hardening where the knot would be and Yoongi hips started to move on their own accord.

“Fuck, I’m about to come, doll.” Yoongi confirmed his suspicions when he said that, talking through gritted teeth and veins bulging out on his neck.

The alpha let out a groan when he realized Jimin had no intentions of stopping and instead doubled his efforts, after another minute Yoongi’s head snapped up an came with a silent moan directly down Jimin’s throat.

With some trouble he released his hands from Yoongi’s grip and wrapped them around the now inflated knot, milking the alpha for all he was worth.

He kept the pressure on it even after he leaned back taking ragged breaths and liking lips, like a cat that literally got the cream, because he knew it could get painful popping a knot without pressure around it.

Yoongi was breathing just as hard as Jimin, a drop of sweat running down his temple.

They waited in silence, getting their breaths back, as they waited for the knot to go down and when it did Jimin was yanked up finding himself on Yoongi’s lap once again being kissed hard.

“I take it I did good.” Jimin when they finally separated, voice wrecked.

“You have no idea what your lips do to me, doll.” Yoongi said. “I’ve imagined them wrapped around my cock so many times.” He confessed.

“Did I lived up to your imagination?” Jimin asked kissing Yoongi’s jaw, the alpha nipped him back in retaliation.

“You blew every expectation out of the water.” Yoongi smirked. “Pun intended.” Jimin laughed so hard he almost lost his balance.

“That was awful.”

“And yet you still laughed.” Yoongi’s smirk was still in place looking very proud of himself. Jimin settled back on Yoongi’s lap and kissed him just because he could.

“If I remember correctly you’ll be good to go in a few minutes so why don’t you open me up for you?” Jimin whispered feeling the tension rise again. “I want to ride you.”

Yoongi nipped his lip before leaving a trail of kisses on his jaw, one of the hands holding onto Jimin’s waist making its way under the lace until his finger got to his hole and started putting pressure on it.

“It’s not going to take long with how fucking wet you are, doll.” Yoongi mumbled against his neck. “All for me.” Jimin’s breath hitch when the first finger slipped inside.

“All for you, alpha.” Jimin moaned as the finger started to move.

Jimin loved Yoongi’s hands, how such strong hands used to violence were so gentle when touching him. Those strong hands brought him comfort and now pleasures as the long finger played him like and instrument making song out of his moans.

One finger became two and finally three, Yoongi’s cock was full again by the time Jimin was fucking himself on them

He stopped because the urge of finally having Yoongi inside him was stronger that the pleasure he was feeling in the moment,he knew it was only going to get better

He grabbed Yoongi’s wrist making him stop before taking the alpha’s cock with the other and sinking down, his body welcoming the intrusion and almost sighing in relief with the feeling.

“Fuck, you feel as good as I remember.” Jimin said, his hips starting to move.

“Yeah?” Yoongi asked before taking one of Jimin’s nipples into his mouth and making him whine. “Does alpha’s cock feel good?”

“Yes, yes!” Jimin moaned louder now moving quicker, thighs straining. “So good.”

“That’s it, love, fuck yourself.” Yoongi grunted, the new pet name felt like shot of electricity down Jimin’s spine. “Take what you need.”

Jimin kept moaning, nails digging into Yoongi’s back where he could reach with his arms thrown over the alphas neck as he held on and came down harder, he heard Yoongi hiss before biting Jimin’s shoulder.

He kept going for as long as he could but his stamina wasn’t what it used to be and as his hips slowed down he started to whine, he needed a little more just-

“Alpha.” He whined, high and needy trying to keep up the pace, tears clinging to his lashes because of how good it felt.

“Shh, love.” Yoongi’s hands made soothing motions over his back before returning to his hip. “Alpha’s got you, I’ll take care of it.” Yoongi said holding Jimin still and starting to thrust up.

Jimin moaned louder, the sharp thrusts hitting right where he needed it.

One of Yoongi’s hands held his neck, pushing his face into the alpha’s neck and Jimin felt like he was drowning in whiskey, while his his other arm was wrapped was now around his waist holding tightly to himself as he fucked Jimin as hard as he could.

Jimin felt the knot growing with every thrust and it made the impending orgasm come even faster.

“That’s it, love.” Yoongi said, breathless. “Come for me, come fore your alpha.”

Jimin’s body locked up as he came and it seemed to last an eternity, the pleasure dragging on and on as Yoongi kept fucking him until his knot finally locked them together and even then he grinded his hips in tight circles as he came inside Jimin.

When he finally stopped Jimin was whimpering from oversensitivity.

After a few minutes like that Jimin started to relax, slowly collapsing over Yoongi’s body.

“You okay, love?” Yoongi whispered leaving a kiss on his forehead.

“Yeah.” Jimin said, voice hoarse, smiling at Yoongi

The alpha carefully moved them until he was laying down with Jimin settled comfortably on top of him and the comforter over them.

Jimin felt warm, satiated and sleepy.

When the knot went down Yoongi cleaned the up and pulled Jimin’s back to his chest, caressing his bump softly like he usually did since it had appeared.

Jimin smirked remembering the other half of the surprise.

“Did you like the surprise?” He asked hiding his smile on the alphas arm.

“You looked gorgeous.” Yoongi said, kissing the back of his neck. “Remind me to thank Yongsun.” Jimin giggled.

“Do you even remember what color the set was?” Jimin asked biting his lip, Yoongi snorted.

“Pink.” Yoongi answered. “Looked beautiful on your skin.” Jimin blushed but turned his face to look at Yoongi.

“Congratulations, daddy, it’s a girl.”

Jimin saw, and felt, Yoongi freeze against him. The information registering in his brain before wide eyes looked back at him, mouth falling open in wonder.

“Are you serious?” Yoongi asked, voice shaky, looking all over Jimin’s face as if searching for a lie.

Jimin nodded.

“You were out of town when I found out at my last check up.” Jimin smiled. “Surprise.”

Yoongi looked at him for another minute before pulling Jimin in for a kiss.

“You’re fucking amazing.” He mumbled against Jimin’s lip.

And if he was fucked slowly on his side and fell asleep on Yoongi’s knot after that then it was the cherry on top of a perfect night.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when after days of blissful happiness fucking on every available surface in the breaks between getting the nursery ready for their pup one day Taehyung came through the door frantically sobbing and made his world crash around him.

“They got them, the serpents got them.”

(don’t quote)

Surprise? I was planning on waiting till tomorrow but I said fuck it so here’s an early update!

Hope you liked the smut and don’t hate me for the end 🤭

Let me know your thoughts, see you on the next one!

I’m contemplating torturing you with small updates every couple of day instead of a big one on wednesdays 🤷🏼‍♀️

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For a moment Jimin could only hear the ringing in his ears as he tried to make sense of what Taehyung was saying, his knees weakened and he found himself grabbing on to the almost finished crib.

“What?” He gasped as he recovered the ability to talk.

“I bugged Namjoon’s office.” Taehyung’s lip quivered as he dried his tears. “They were ambushed by the serpents.” He sniffed. “Namjoon was shot in the leg and they don’t know if Soobin is going to make it and the serpents took Yoongi, Hobi and Kookie.”

By the time he was done Taehyung looked close to sobbing again.

“What else do you know?” Jimin asked, not even caring about the ethics of the other omega bugging his brother’s office.

Taehyung seemed to gather himself, squaring his shoulders and letting out a slow breath.

“They want the territory, we knew that, but apparently they want it because it has a perfect route to smuggle drugs and the serpents want to make business with a cartel.”Jimin’s mouth fell open, he had kept the gangs business at arms length but he understood how bad that sounded.

“Shit.” Jimin huffed.

“They reached out, they want the territory in exchange for their lives.” Taehyung said. “Yoongi is the VP so he’s a valuable member, and everyone knows how important Hobi and Kookie are.”

“What’s Namjoon going to do?”

“It’s complicated.” Taehyung sighed sliding onto the floor and hugging his knees. “I think he’s willing to give up the territory but he doesn’t want a cartel operating so close to the pack, cartel’s are on a league of their own and it probably-

wouldn’t be long until they’d want to run us out completely by any means necessary.”

Jimin sat on the floor too, feeling like he would colapse at any moment.

“He also doesn’t trust the serpents to hold their end of the bargain anyway.”

Tae rested the back of his head against the wall.

“It would be a huge blow to lose any of them, let alone all three, and if I were in their position I would want Namjoon to tell them to go fuck themselves.”

“But-“ Tae took another shuddering breath.

“I don’t think I could go on if they don’t come back, I think it’s one of the reasons why Namjoon is willing to take the chance of giving them what they want.”

“When’s he going to make the decision?” Jimin asked closing his eyes, his thoughts a mess in his head.

“He has until ten pm tonight.”

It was already six.

“He’s trying to locate where they are.” Tae said. “All the club members are searching for them, even Namjoon.” A little smile made its way on Taehyung’s lips. “I heard Seokjin scolding him as he was leaving.”

The stayed silent, both lost in their own thoughts.

Jimin put his hand on his bump, it looked like an actually pregnant belly now even if it was still small for how far along he was, it soothed him and hurt him at the same time thinking about the father his pup and the state he could be in at that exact moment.

Looking at Taehyung he marveled at how calm he seemed, the moment of hysteria apparently over, and he had to commend the other omega for his strength.

It was his home, his brother and his mates all at risk after all.

Jimin was getting tired of everything happening to him without him having a say it, ever since he had been taken by the serpents he had been going from one helpless situation to another.

His eyes snapped open.

“Taehyung.” The other omega turned to look at him. “What if they took them to the same place they took me?” Taehyung’s eyes widened.

“Do you know where that is?” He asked, sounding breathless.

“No.” Jimin shook his head. “Not exactly but I think I would know how to get there.

A/N
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The pack land had been on lockdown, the prospects from the club and any other pack member who wanted to were left behind to stand guard, so they’d had to sneak out.

Which didn’t exactly go according to plan.

They had decided to not call Namjoon until they checked if it was even a lead worth pursuing, not wanting to send anyone on a wild goose chase when they could be needed somewhere else.

They walked across the street and Taehyung hot wired the car Namjoon had given Seokjin so he didn’t have to walk to and from the clinic if he didn’t want to and were in luck that Seokjin decided to walk that day.

So everything was going smoothly until they got to the gate just as it was closing and Taehyung floored it, almost running over two people, so they could pass before it shut completely.

So much for sneaking out.

“How long until someone calls Namjoon?” Jimin asked looking back at the stunned guards.

“Until one of them grows a pair or someone’s thrown under the bus.” Taehyung said not sounding bothered at all. “We’re almost there.”

At the speed they were going Jimin wasn’t surprised.

When Taehyung stopped the car they were in the exact spot the serpents had dropped him off all those months ago, Jimin looked at the dirt road in the direction he knew the bar was.

“They drove from that direction.” Jimin pointed at the right and Taehyung immediately started to drive. “They weren’t speeding and it took them a while to get there, a little more that half an hour I think.”

Jimin closed his eyes trying to remember better and also so he didn’t have to look at the clock on the dashboard.

7:03

He sighed and opened his eyes again, the whole point was him trying to guide Taehyung.

“They only took a sharp turn before driving straight to the dirt road so look out for somewhere we can turn.” He saw Taehyung nod but the other omega didn’t say anything back.

The sun was going down making it all the more difficult to see so Jimin focused with all he had on the sides of the road, his heart beating faster with every minute that passed.

Almost exactly thirty minutes later he saw it.

He had almost missed it.

There were tire tracks between two trees, the space between them just wide enough for a car to go through, and he remembered the less that smooth first half of the drive the serpents had taken him on.

“Stop!” Jimin shouted, his eyes glued to the spot they had almost passed, the car coming to a sudden halt. “Back up a little bit.” Taehyung complied instantly. “There.” Jimin pointed at the tire tracks.

“I see them.” Taehyung said, maneuvering the car to face the trees. “We entered into the serpents’ territory a few miles ago.”

Jimin felt hope bloom in his chest.

“Reach down under your seat.” Taehyung said suddenly, still looking ahead. Jimin complied and made a surprised noise when he felt cold metal taped under the seat.

“How-?” Jimin trailed off as he looked at the gun in his hand.

“I know my brother.” Taehyung said looking at him“Protecting someone means giving them what they need to protect themselves too.” The smile on his face was small but there as he reached down under his own seat and pulled out another gun. “And he’s paranoid enough to give spares.”

Then Taehyung sighed.

“If they have them here they are going to be guarding the place and even if they aren’t there could still be serpents around.” Taehyung’s face was serious again.

“These are automatic so just aim and pull the trigger, are you willing to do that?”

Jimin gulped and looked back down at the gun laying cold in his hands.

“I’m being very selfish, you know?” Jimin was snapped out of his thoughts by Taehyung’s voice. “You’re pregnant and I’m putting you at risk, putting us at risk.” The other omega’s hand went to his own stomach and Jimin’s eyes widened.

“But the thought of turning this car around and going back to doing nothing but wait kills me.”

“Tae.” One of Jimin’s hand found it self intertwined with Taehyung, the other omega’s eyes finding his own. “I understand.” Jimin gulped again.

“I’m scared shitless right now but I’m tired of waiting for other people to do the dirty work, I made the decision to be part of this family a long time ago and I’m willing to do anything to protect it.”

They looked at each other for another moment before nodding at the same time.

The car started to move again and they went between the trees following the tire tracks.

A/N
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‼️TW for talks of implied sexual assault, blood, death and guns.‼️

Let’s go!

The drive was rough and the air was tense, Taehyung had killed the lights so they were basically going in blind with only the moonlight to guide them.

The tire tracks made their way for an actual dirt road hidden between more trees and they followed that too.

Jimin felt more restless, like he had ants under his skin, the longer the drive went on.

Suddenly the car started to slow down until it stopped, he turned to look at Taehyung but the other omega had a finger to his lips and seemed to be concentrated on hearing something.

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows and closed his eyes doing the same for a second only for them to snap open again recognizing the sound immediately.

Bikes.

And they were moving in their direction.

“What do we do?” Jimin asked, trying to sound calm.

“Get out of the car, it not like we can out run them with it and we’re sitting ducks here.” Taehyung said and Jimin nodded before they got out at the same time.

The bikes sounded closer than they did inside the car.

They ran into the trees and hid, minutes later the headlights of two bikes could be seen in the distance getting closer and closer until they stopped right behind the still running car.

“What the fuck?” Jimin heard one on the men say.

“You think it’s another horny couple?” The other one asked.

“God, I hope so.” The first one groaned. “We had fun with the last one, the bitch was tight.” Jimin made a disgusted face as he heard the other one snicker.

“The boss has been so uptight I haven’t taken a load off in a while.” The second man said.

“Good thing he’s so busy up in the main house.” The first one continued. “Those fuckers are hard to crack.”

Both omegas looked at each other with wide eyes.

“At least he’s having his fun, that Jeon guy is a mouthy little shit, I don’t even wanna know what he looks like when we get back.” Jimin saw Taehyung’s grip tightened around the gun in his hand.

The first man snorted.

“Let’s have our fun too, we have to get back soon for the shift change so let’s make this quick.” He said. “First one to find them get first dibs.”

“You’re on.” The other one agreed. “I’m going that way.”

Taehyung took his hand and pulled him deeper into the trees, both trying to make as little noise as possible, and they heard the men’s footsteps starting to move.

One of them on was coming their way.

Taehyung cursed as he almost tripped, Jimin’s hand preventing him from falling

“I got a plan.” Jimin whispered as he took the lead and started to pull on Taehyung’s hand.

“You’re full of plans today.” Taehyung said but followed his lead anyway.

Minutes later one of the men broke through the trees to find Taehyung with his back against a tree and his face buried in Jimin’s neck as he clung to him with his back to the man.

“Must be our lucky day.” They heard the man say and both froze in their place, cold metal pressed against Jimin’s back under his shirt. “Mad world we live in, ‘megas with no alphas.”

Jimin felt Taehyung’s hand move under his shirt just before the sound of the gun going off left his ears ringing, the heat of it warming his back.

They separated and Jimin turned around, the new hole on his shirt letting the cold air seep in, and looked down at the man on the ground with blood flowing from the wound on his neck and making gurgling sounds.

Jimin tore his eyes away and swallowed the need to throw up, he took a breath and screamed.

“No, please no, stop!” He looked at Taehyung but the other omega was already hiding behind a tree, gun still in hand.

Jimin did the same and it wasn’t long before the other man came running in their direction laughing.

“Don’t messed them up too much, Kang, I want my turn too-“ the other man stopped, his back to Jimin, as he looked down at the now silent man. “What the-“

He saw the man’s hand move to his waist and Jimin didn’t think.

Another shot broke the night’s silence and the man fell forward thanks to the bullet on the back of his head.

Jimin did throw up after that.

He was wiping his mouth after spitting out the bitter taste when Taehyung got to him.

“Nice shot.” Taehyung giggled, it sounded a bit hysterical, the other omega looked as pale as Jimin felt.

“I was aiming for the back.” Jimin said, voice rough, which made Taehyung giggle again before he started sniffling, tears brimming his eyes.

After a moment he composed himself.

“Let’s go.” Taehyung said. “If they had a shift change soon then that means the main house is near, we’ll call Namjoon after we find it.”

Jimin nodded and they started to walk, neither of them looked at the two bodies on the ground.

After what seemed like an eternity later they finally got to the edge of the trees and in front of them was what looked like a junkyard and right in the middle of it there was a big house.

There was no one standing guard outside but the lights were on and there were at least a dozen bikes parked.

Jimin’s knees almost buckled.

They found it.

Taehyung let out a shuddering breath beside him before taking out his phone, the screen showed missed calls notifications and the time.

8:51

Namjoon answered after the second ring, the suffocating silence making it easier for Jimin to hear.

“Where are you?” Was the first thing Namjoon asked, he sounded pissed but also relieved.

“We found them.” Taehyung said instead.

“What?”

“We found the serpents’ nest, they have them here.”

“What the fuck, Taehyung?” Jimin could almost picture Namjoon pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll send you the location.” Taehyung said before taking the phone away from his ear and doing so without cutting the call.

“I’m not far.” Namjoon said after a minute. “Stay where you are and stop doing stupid shit.”

In that exact moment Jimin heard a shot for the third time that night.

It came from inside the house.

Jimin found himself running towards it with Taehyung hot on his heels and Namjoon’s screams coming through the phone now laying forgotten on the ground behind them.

A/N

*suspenseful music*

I’m having fun, how about you?

Before he could blink he has already inside the house, heart beating in his throat, and somehow he picked up on Yoongi’s scent.

With his body on autopilot he followed his nose through the maze and found himself going down the stairs to some kind of basement where two alphas were standing guard outside a door.

He recognized one of them as the woman how had attacked Yongsun’s store.

The four of them froze at the same time for a second, the alphas clearly taken aback by their appearance, but Jimin and Taehyung were quicker at shaking off the surprise and two twin shots rang out.

The alphas dropped like flies.

In the distance they heard people running in their direction, the shots probably tipping them off, and Jimin’s had the fleeting thought that they had lost the element of surprise but he kept going forward.

He let out a low groan of frustration when the door led them to another long hallway and three people were charging right at them.

He heard Taehyung curse by his side just before the omega pushed him in time for a bullet to fly right past them.

Jimin crouched behind some boxes that were piled on top of each other as more gunshots rang out.

He saw Taehyung hiding behind a barrel and take aim and shoot.

One of the people cursed and Jimin figure they had been hit.

He risked looking over the edge of the box and could see one of the men down clutching his side just before he had to duck back down when more bullets came his way.

Taehyung took aim again but Jimin saw him stumble back, blood now soaking his shirt.

“Tae!” Jimin screamed, a growl catching in his throat and his skin feeling starting to feel tight.

His eyes zoned in on the woman holding the gun still aiming in Taehyung’s direction and shot her twice in quick succession, one bullet hit her chest and the other one hit her stomach.

The other man turned in Jimin’s direction but Jimin saw the exact moment a bullet struck him on the head.

“I’m okay.” He was snapped out of his shock by Taehyung’s gasp.

Jimin let out a sigh but his skin kept getting tighter.

“Let’s go.” Taehyung gritted his teeth and started walking to the second door, clutch his bleeding arm to himself.

Just as they were about to open the door he caught something on the corner of his eye.

The first man that had been shot and had been apparently unconscious raised his arm aiming at Taehyung’s back.

Jimin pushed him on instinct but felt a burning sensation on his scalp right after and a warm liquid started to run down one side of his face.

He touched he face and stared down at his fingers, they were tinted red.

“Jimin.” Taehyung gasped and Jimin looked at the other omega feeling strangely detached.

“It’s just a graze, head wounds bleed a lot.” His voice sounded monotones even to his own ears.

He turned around and looked at the man, any strength that he had gathered to shoot them had apparently ran out because he had slumped against the wall again.

Jimin walked towards the man until the alpha was left staring up at the omega, his breath was ragged and sweating profusely.

He didn’t know what he looked like or what expression he had on his face, with half of it covered in blood, but the man looked terrified right before Jimin shot him.

He turned around without looking back, Taehyung waiting for him by the door.

They pushed him open together and Jimin’s blood froze in his veins.

The first thing thing his brain processed were the three men with their arms over their heads, shackles around their wrists and feet barely touching the floor.

It took him a second to recognize them under the blood and bruises.

“Tae.” Hobi croaked looking at Taehyung, his nose looked broken.

On his right Jungkook was hanging completely from the shackles, unconscious.

Jimin’s eyes were glued on Yoongi’s battered body, cuts and burns could be seen under the blood, one eyes was swollen shut and the other was looking straight back at him.

Most importantly there was a hand griping his hair and a gun resting on his cheekbone, both belonging to the man hiding behind Yoongi and using him as a shield.

His eyes clashed with the man’s, the head of the serpents had a crazy look in his eyes and a nasty grin on his mouth.

A shot rang out and everything went red.

A/N

I really love cliffhangers.

I’m dying to know what you guys think of this update, I’m kind of proud of it🥺

See you guys tomorrow!

Jimin’s eyelids felt as if they were glued shut, as much as he tried to open his eyes the effort seemed futile.

His head was throbbing like with the worst hangover and there was an incessant sound coming from somewhere on his right that was only making it worse.

He tried to remember if he had gone drinking the night before and why his alarm sounded off to him.

He moved his arm in an attempt to shut the alarm off and that’s when he felt a sting on the back of his hand that finally forced his eyes open, only to hiss like a cat when the light made his head throb harder.

He took his surroundings with squinting eyes and recognized he was in some sort of hospital room and what he thought was his alarm was actually the heart monitor beeping, the sting on the back of his hand being the IV.

For a moment his mind was pleasantly numb while the information registered in his brain, his hand went to his stomach and the memories started to flash behind his eyelids all at once.

The gunshot, Yoongi’s head falling backwards, the tightness of his skin suddenly exploding with a sound he didn’t recognize from his own throat.

He had been on top of the serpents’ head in an instant, gun forgotten as he wrapped his hands around the man’s throat making them both crash on the floor but finally getting the dirty paws off Yoongi.

The alpha had been unable to get Jimin off even with how hard he was trying, bulging eyes looking back at Jimin in surprise, his fingers sinking into the thick neck so hard he drew blood.

If he concentrated enough he could feel the sting of the scratches and the pain of the wounds all over his arms, the proof that the alpha had fought but hadn’t won because Jimin also remembers the light leaving the man’s eyes.

Every memory came with a red film over it.

He remembered going to Yoongi, whimpering like an injured animal and somehow getting him to the ground where he curled around him and looked at the other omega in the room who was staring back at him with his mouth open.

Taehyung had gotten Jungkook and Hobi down too but neither of them moved and just stayed staring at each other.

That was until the door exploded inwards and Jimin found himself making that sound again, a guttural growl more animal than human, and looking straight at a gun pointed at him.

It had taken him a second to recognize the alpha behind the gun but when he did his body slumped forward.

It was Namjoon.

They were safe.

And then everything went black.

His eyes started to sting and the tears started to fall, the heart monitor increasing speed with his sobs until he was barely breathing with how hard he was crying.

The door suddenly opened and his sobs only worsened when he saw his brother’s worried face.

“Oh, Mimi.” Seokjin said erasing the distance with long strides before gathering Jimin in his arms and soothing him with soft touches and softer voice. “You need to breathe.”

Jimin tried to follow Seokjin’s breathing pattern and after a few fail attempts he finally started breathing properly again.

“W-What happened?” Jimin hiccuped, after what seemed like an eternity

“You and Taehyung did something stupid for starters.”Seokjin said. “And you went feral.”That confirmed Jimin’s thoughts.“Your body shut down to recuperate, you’ve been out for six days”

“I didn’t mean to go that far.”Jimin whispered.“But when we were there I just couldn’t stop.”

They stayed silent for another minute until he finally gathered the courage to ask.

“Hyung.” His voice wavered. “Where’s Yoongi?” He whispered and a knot formed in his throat the he felt his brother going tense under him.

“Oh, Mimi.” This time it was said with sorrow, Jimin gripped Seokjin’s shirt tighter and whimpered. “He’s-“ his brother took a breath. “He’s alive.”

Jimin sobbed.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” Jimin demanded between sobs, he felt it deep in his gut and in his heart as it ached for the alpha.

He curled into himself, one arm wrapping itself around his tummy, as he waited.

“He hasn’t woken up, we don’t know if he will.”

A/N

Shorter that usual but guessed it was better that nothing, work’s been kicking my ass and your replies make me smile so thank you.

See ya tomorrow!

Yoongi didn’t wake up that day, or the next.

Jimin had seen Taehyung with a cast on his arm and Hobi with bandages everywhere, Jungkook was in a similar state as Yoongi and hadn’t woke up either.

The wound on his scalp, thirteen stitches where the bullet had graced him, stung and itched as it healed and the bruises on his arms started to fade.

The pup had been completely fine, a little surprising but so relieving after all the action, and when five days after he woke up Jungkook did too he got to witness Taehyung telling his mates he was pregnant which followed tears and shouts and more scolding for the two omegas.

It made him think of what Yoongi’s reaction would be and realized he would take the scolding if only he woke up.

They had gotten and earful from Seokjin and Namjoon after the relief of them being okay had passed before being hugged to an inch of their live by their brothers.

Jimin stayed by Yoongi’s side from the moment he had been allowed to leave his own bed and got to witness how loved and respected the alpha was.

Every pack and club member had made a visit with well wishes, gifts and offers to help in any way they could, it had made Jimin more that a little bit emotional.

He even got to meet two members of the Seoul chapter, Jackson and Becky, that had come and stayed for a day in which the Park brothers were able to thank them for their previous help.

When Jimin wasn’t talking to visitors he was left alone to look at Yoongi, staring at each wound slowly heal as the time passed.

The one he stared to most at was the one on his face, a straight line from the top of Yoongi’s cheekbone to a little over his eyebrows, the one he had witnessed happening and thought had killed the alpha right in front of his eyes.

Since the bandage had come off, the wound closed now, he made a habit of running the tip of his fingers along the edge of the scar it would leave.

Seokjin had tried to explain why Yoongi hadn’t woke up, something about his brain swelling which had been the primary reason he had been worried Yoongi might not wake up at first.

After the swelling went down Seokjin had told them it had stopped being a a question of ‘if’ and started being a ‘when’.

Jimin had burst into tears along with everyone else and in that moment he realized the actual depth of his feelings for Yoongi.

The knowledge of his love for the alpha settled itself on Jimin’s bones like a warm blanket, soft and comforting on a cold night.

Now the alpha needed to wake up so Jimin could tell him.

Jimin stopped talking softly to the alpha after the tenth day, sixteenth for Yoongi, and started demanding him to wake up, talking to him like he would if the alpha could answer.

“I need to go home soon.” Jimin said, hand on his thirty-five pregnant belly. “Someone needs to finish the crib.” He rolled his eyes. “Tae and Jin finished decorating but I told them that no one could touch the crib because you wanted to do it and god knows you would pout.”

“You’ll have to suck it up and deal with the mess I’m about to make, and probably build another one from scratch, because now I have to do it.” Jimin huffed.

“And I swear, Min Yoongi, if you don’t wake up by the time your daughter comes you’re gonna have to suck your own dick for the foreseeable future.”

Jimin kept talking as he walked up and down the room rubbing the soreness on his lower back with the hand not holding his belly.

“What’s the point of punishing both of us?”

Jimin froze.

It wasn’t the first time he thought about how Yoongi would respond to his ramblings but the voice in his head has what he remembered Yoongi sounded like, strong, amused and snarky.

The snark and the amusement were there but the voice was weak and hoarse.

Jimin slowly turned around and he found those familiar feline dark eyes looking back at him, a small smile on pale lips.

He gasped and walked as quickly as he could to Yoongi’s bedside, not taking his eyes off the alpha, and hesitated for a moment before cupping the pale cheek in his palm.

“Alpha.” His own voice came small and airy.

“Hi, doll.”

Jimin smiled even with tears going down his cheeks before softly kissing the chapped lips.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of tangerine whiskey, his forehead gently pressed against the alpha’s.

“I missed you.” He whispered in the space between them. “I love you.”

The smile he felt pressed against his lips felt like coming home.

A/N
No cliffhanger this time! We’re two or three updates away from the end plus an epilogue that I hope you guys like. I’m deciding what to right next so expect some polls for you to help me!

As always let me know your thoughts!

The recovery process for Yoongi was quicker than Jimin expected from the severity of his wounds, although most of them had healed when he was unconscious.

Three weeks after Yoongi woke up the only traces of the attack were the occasional dizzy spell if he got up too quickly.

That and Jimin’s nightmares.

Yoongi had caught him more than once staring down at his hands lost in thought. Even when in the middle of a conversation Jimin would space out only to be brought back by the gentle touch of the alpha.

Jimin could see in his eyes that he wanted Jimin to open up to him but was giving him space, giving him the choice of going to the alpha when he was ready.

Which was good because even he didn’t know how to put into words what he was feeling.

Before that night he had never even physically hurt anyone in his whole life and in less than two hours he had killed three people, one of them with his bare hands.

It scared him and comforted him in a sick way knowing the lengths he was willing to go to protect his family.

And those conflicted feelings were the ones that kept him up at night or woke him up in cold sweat if he managed to fall asleep.

He focused all his energy in everything else, taking care of Yoongi even when the alpha kept insisting that he was fine, finishing up the nursery although in all honesty it had been ready for a while, spending time with Jiji and visiting Seokjin at the clinic,

going to Taehyung’s house every day to answer every question the other omega had.

He did everything he could to keep his mind occupied and his body exhausted in hopes of just passing out on his bed at the end of the day.

It rarely worked but he kept trying anyway.

He reached his breaking point the night he had his worst nightmare yet.

All his nightmares started to same, him standing over the body of the first man he killed, and they continued to follow the timeline of his memories up until he got to the last door.

There the nightmare fractured, sometimes he didn’t get to Yoongi in time, sometimes he was the one killed as soon as he opened the door, a lot of variations with some that stuck out to him the most.

But in this particular night his new nightmare played out just like his memories, nothing changed until he had his hands wrapped around the serpent’s neck and the man started to morph in front of him.

His skin got lighter, his hair shorter and his eyes turned into familiar ones but stayed wide and terrified.

Yoongi was the one turning purple as he gasped for breath and Jimin tried desperately to make his fingers relax and let him go, let him breathe.

But he couldn’t, his body wasn’t his and he had no control over it.

‘Let go, please, let go’

He begged inside his head, watching in horror as his fingers remained unmoved, Yoongi’s blue lips moving in the shape of his name and his bloodshot eyes staring straight at him.

‘Ji-min’

He could barely heard Yoongi’s voice.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please!’

‘Jimin’

Yoongi’s voice sounded clearer.

“Jimin!”

He woke up with a gasp, choking on the air and his tears as he sobbed uncontrollably, the room was dark with only light coming from the room through the window and it took him a minute or two to realize he was being held.

The scent of tangerine whiskey washed over him and he took lungfuls of the scent as he tried to calm down.

Yoongi’s legs where on each side of him with his chest pressing against Jimin’s back and the alpha’s arms circled him as he held the omega’s wrists against his own chest.

He was completely immobilized but the feeling of being held down made him finally relax, his breathing slowing down with the knowledge that Yoongi was keeping him together.

After the only sound breaking the silence were Jimin’s own sniffles Yoongi finally spoke.

“Talk to me, love.” The alpha whispered, soft and pleading against Jimin’s neck.

He let out a stuttering breath.

“I’m scared.” Jimin whispered back.

After a moment Yoongi let go of him before gently moving Jimin until he was straddling the alpha, nose firmly pressed against his neck and their pup secured between their bodies.

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi said. “I’m sorry you had to do what you did.”

“I don’t regret it.” Jimin confessed. “I would do it again, a thousand times over just for you to be here with us.” Yoongi took his hand and placed a kiss on his palm.

“Your hands are stained with blood and I’m selfishly grateful that I get to have you here in my arms.”

Yoongi made a confession of his own.

Their lips met softly, slowly dancing against each other, tongues savoring each other’s taste.

Jimin’s hand ended up against Yoongi’s throat and it made him pause, the steady pulse he could feel against his fingertips making his eyes sting.

“I’m scared of myself.” He finally admitted. “Of going feral again and hurting you, not having control over my own body was the most terrifying thing I ever felt.”

“It won’t happen again.” Yoongi said, lips pressed against his forehead. “I won’t let it happen again.”

“You know that omega’s that go feral once are more likely to go feral again.” Jimin said.

Going feral for modern omega meant unlocking a primal part of their brain and once it was unlocked it stayed that way and as much as he wanted to deny it he felt the changes in himself.

Nothing crazy but he did notice his senses sharpening a little and instincts he had been able to ignore before were now almost paramount to his comfort.

He knew Yoongi had noticed too.

Hard not to when every item of clothing in the house had been scented by Jimin, and indulgently by Yoongi, including the mess of blankets in the corner of the room that he had refused to call nest but had almost burst into tears when the alpha had accidentally bumped into it.

That among other things made pretty clear that something inside Jimin had changed.

“Hey.” He was brought back to reality by Yoongi’s soft voice, Jimin looked at the alpha. “You know how I’ll make sure it never happens again?” Yoongi smirked.

“Well, tell me oh mighty alpha” Yoongi singled fondly even as Jimin rolled his eyes.

“By keeping you safe and happy” Yoongi said “Even if I have to scent every inch of this house and pretend I don’t find your nest adorable” The alpha smiled knowingly making Jimin whine and blush

“You’re the worst.”

“But you love me.” Yoongi kept smiling.

“I’m starting to reconsider.” Jimin said looking away and biting his lip, trying to hold back a smile, at the gasp Yoongi lets out.

“Take that back.” Yoongi said and Jimin could hear the fondness and amusement even under the exaggerated tone the alpha was using.

It made him feel warm inside.

“Let me think about it-” Jimin cut himself off with a sound almost like a squeak when the tip of Yoongi’s fingers started to dig into his sides, tickling him until he was breathless and squirming around trying to get away. “Stop!”

“Take it back.” Yoongi simply said, totally unbothered by the squirming omega on his lap.

“I take it back! I take it back!” He squeak against. “I lov-“ and the he felt it.

For a single humiliating second he thought he had peed himself but just as quickly it dawned on him.

“Doll?” Yoongi said, eyes wide. “Did you-?”

“My water just broke.”

A/N
One update plus the epilogue to go! I’m so sad the end is near but I’m also exited to start something new.

What should I write next?

Min Aera wasn’t born that night but the next day.

After a frantic call to to Seokjin they had been informed that they would have to wait for the contractions to actually start, they did almost twelve hours later, and then they would have to wait some more for the birth canal to be dilated enough so Jimin could start pushing.

So it was after a lot of waiting and a lot of pain, sweat and tears that the wailing five pounds and two ounces baby came into the world.

Jimin had been in the middle of his nest surrounded by every person he had come to love since that fateful day all those months before.

Taehyung was smiling through his tears cupping his growing bump and being held by his mates, fresh mating marks on both side of each of their necks.

Jungkook was trying to hide the fact that he was also crying even though Hobi had to reach out more than once to wipe his tears away.

Hobi’s smile was the biggest Jimin had seen to date and had his hand, the one not wrapped around Tae’s waist, on Yoongi’s shoulder.

Seokjin had been the first to hold Aera after her parents and had carefully instructed Jiji on how to hold the little baby, the sight was enough to make any grown adult coo, and then had gone to stand by Namjoon side when she had been returned to Jimin’s arms.

The pack alpha had stood there, beaming, dimples in full display as he took in every member of his pack with pride shining in his eyes, his aura enveloping everyone like a warm hug.

His smile only softened when, as Jimin could see from his point of view, Seokjin interlaced their pinkies together and the pair smiled at each other.

Jimin had the thought of grilling his brother soon just before he was again mesmerized by the squirming baby in his arms.

He could feel the warmth radiating from Yoongi at his side, had seen the love in the alpha’s eyes as he stared down at their baby and it was already clear that Aera had him wrapped around her tiny little finger.

And her name was fitting because Jimin was sure in that moment that the last thing she would lack in life was love.

EPILOGUE

“Stop squirming!” One of the girls tied on the back of the moving van hissed to her companion, her bleached blonde hair sticking to her face with sweat.

“The ropes are itchy.” The other girl said as she kept squirming, her short black strands just as messy as her twin’s.

“Can you two shut up?” Another girl chimed in, the drawl in her voice making it known how bored she was, her orange hair looked dull with dust and grime. On her shoulder layed the head of the last girl, the youngest of them all, fast asleep without a care in the world.

The twins glared at the girl before continuing on bickering, only to shut up when the van stopped moving.

The sleeping girl woke up with a snort.

“Nice of you to join the land of the living, Jiah.” The orange haired girl rolled her eyes.

“You’re just jealous I got to take a nap.” Jiah smiled cheekily trying to tame her own dark hair, dimples prominent on her cheeks.

“Looks like we arrived at our destination.” The blonde girl said, bunny smile mirrored by the heart shaped smile of her twin.

A slow smile made its way on the orange haired girl, feline eyes lighting up in amusement.

“Hana, did you push the button?” She asked the blond girl who nodded.

“We have at least one hour before the reinforcements get here.” Hana said holding her leg up, a dainty anklet glimmering in the dark.

“Long enough to wreck some havoc.” Her twin, Haeun, grinned.

“Long enough to enjoy it before Jiji kills us all.” Aera said, gathering her orange hair in a ponytail, having gotten rid of the ropes around her wrist long ago.

“She’s gonna kick our asses.” Hana giggled, the omega getting restless for the action to start.

“You would love that wouldn’t you?” Haeun said making her twin blush.

“Ew.” Jiah exclaimed. “That’s my sister!” She gagged.

“Can all of you focus?” Aera sighed, it was so much easier to make them listen when Jiji was around, the alpha could make them shut up with a raised eyebrow. “The whole point of this was to prove we’re crazy enough to be in the club.” She glared at them.

“Which was you’re idea, by the way, I’m only here to make sure you don’t actually get killed.”

“And that’s why you’ll be a great VP.” Jiah smiled and she tried not to preen.

They heard footsteps rounding off the van and knew their time was up.

Haeun already had her purse, which their kidnappers had stupidly left with them without going through it, and Aera was standing besides Hana both waiting for the door to open.

As soon as it did both springed forward disarming the two goons and taking their guns, Haeun and Jiah taking the opportunity to run.

Aera and Hana just had to cover them and give them time to work their magic.

They were doing pretty great, they had taken cover behind one of the beams of the warehouse they were in and were returning fire with the guns they had managed to obtain from their attackers.

Hana’s calculations were apparently off for the first time in her life because barely thirty minutes had passed when they could hear the tell tale sound of bikes coming their way.

Bikes.

Plural.

All the girls seemed to realize at the same time and looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Shit!” Aera heard Haeun curse behind her.

“We’re screwed, screwed.” Jiah said, she didn’t have to see her to know she was grimacing.

“How bad would it be if I just walk in front of a bullet right now?” Hana asked, still firing back.

“I will bring you back from the dead myself, you’re not leaving me alone with them.” Aera glared.

In that exact moment two things happened at once.

Jiji bursted through the warehouse’s door on her bike looking like a goddess of war seeking retribution, long silver hair glinting with the setting sun, and the first bomb went off making the whole structure shake.

Haeun and Jiah whooped behind them.

Jiji locked eyes with Aera in the moment of silence that followed and she could see that, even if her best friend was pissed, the other alpha was fighting back an amused smile.

The girls’ smiles were wiped the next second when they noticed their pack alpha riding besides Jiji, looking larger than life as always and looking much less amused.

Behind them four bikes followed and Aera winced when she made eye contact with eyes identical to hers.

Although that was nothing compared to the chill that ran down her spine when she heard her omega dad’s voice, who was riding behind his mate but had his eyes honed in on his daughter.

“Min Aera.” Her dad said, eerily calm. “Your in so much fucking trouble.”

-fin-

A/N(1)
Oh my god guys this is the end! I hope you enjoyed this ride with me and thank you for your interactions, as always I’m sad and happy to see a story end but I’m also exited by what’s to come and I hope you join me💜

A/N(2)
If your curious about the Tannies’ children here they are:

Yoonmin:
Aera, Alpha (20)
Yujin, Omega (16)

Namjin:
Jiji, Alpha (24)
Jiah, Omega (18)

Vhopekook:
Haeun, Alpha (19)
Hana, Omega (19)
Sooah, Omega (16)

A/N(3)
In case you’re wondering why Aera calls Jimin dad instead of mom like Jiji does to Seokjin. The person that gives birth was traditionally called mom, male or female, so it makes sense that being married to a ‘traditional’ alpha Jiji learned to call Seokjin mom.

In progressive families the omega is called by what they want or are more comfortable with.

Also, I see that the coffee/flower/tattoo shop cliche is winning the poll and I’m working on it, I don’t plan on it being too long but who knows.

In the mean time I’m going to be updating two of my ongoing stories and I hope you give them a chance and show them some love.

This one because I love it and want to see it through.

https://twitter.com/yoonminsimp/status/1479350619920076800

And this one because apparently I’m not tired of badass, lawless bangtan. It’s pretty fun not going to lie!

https://twitter.com/yoonminsimp/status/1547578196886884358