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      Published: 2017-08-17 Updated: 2017-10-14 Chapters: 7/29 Words: 22188
****** The Dilemmas of Fate ******
by Taymore
Summary
     Park Jimin woke one day to find himself assaulted with no memory of
     the event. He was stranded in the woods freezing to death, yet he
     survived. Little did he know what the repercussions would be. This
     one strange event is the cataclysm that forever changes his life, and
     the lives of many others. With time, matters only become darker and
     more complicated. Can he hide the secrets that will destroy not only
     his status and respectability, but his very life?
     Also posted on AFF.
Notes
     This is my first story on this website so bear with me while I figure
     things out~
***** Snow *****
Chapter Summary
     “I can't go back.”
     But he had to do something.
     Jimin curled into a fetal position, shielding his face with his
     trembling fingers. He shut his eyes, giving in to the cold and the
     dark. Snowflakes gently tickled his nose.
     -
     Seokjin’s gaze traveled here and there, searching for what he had
     seen before. He had suspicions of what it was, but the idea made his
     stomach sick. “Whatever I saw, I hope I'm wrong…”
     “There! There it is! Oh my, Namjoon, pull over! That's a person!”
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“T-Taehyung?”
Jimin cracked open his eyes, only to be met with the sight of inky, black sky
blocked by layers of interwoven branches and delicate flakes of snow.
“Taehyung?” He called out again, his soft voice sounded unusually high and loud
in the silence intensified by the snowfall. The surrounding woods choked his
voice and swallowed it up. “Taehyung!” It was the last thing he remembered. His
tutor, Taehyung, going over the bloody events of the last major clan war for
the seventh time. Jimin hadn't been paying attention. He grew up in the final
years of it anyways, so why was it already considered history? Instead, light
falling through the window casting a golden hue over the library filled with
worn leather books and fiery specks of dust mesmerized his attention. But that
warm golden glow had been torn away and replaced with icy bursts of wind like
knives on his exposed skin. Three colors made up the world. Black, gray, and an
endless haze of white. Shivers tingled up his spine. The cold sliced straight
through to his core, but numbness hadn't reached him yet. He shifted his limbs,
and bolts of pain shot through him from his lower back. “Ahh!” He fell still
again. Vaguely he realized the cold was far too sharp to be normal. Jimin’s
hand tentatively padded over the snow, until his fingers met his own, bare
torso. His skin was like marble.
"What?"
He moved again, more mindful this time of the protests his body screamed. He
gently persuaded his arms to prop himself up on his elbows. His eyes scanned
the few feet he could see in the twilight. Shivers traveled through him again,
but not from the frigid temperatures. All around lay signs of a struggle. His
struggle? Deep ruts surrounded him, and under his legs and thighs lay a small
pool of red stained snow. Bruises were splattered all across his body,
especially his thighs and torso. Pieces fell into place in his mind, like the
location of the blood and darkest bruises, and the realization of what it all
meant hit him.
“Oh my god.”

His breath hitched and panic rose from deep within his stomach. Well, that
might have actually been lunch, because in seconds he flipped onto his side
vomiting all over the fresh layer of powdery snow. After his body expelled its
contents he lay gagging and coughing. This was too much for him to handle right
now. He wiped his mouth and stood on wobbling legs. He didn't feel like he was
there, like his mind floated above his body, or maybe sunk deep within himself
watching his actions take place. Wind whistled through the trees, causing them
to moan. He glanced at the blood again, sticky, coagulated, and mostly frozen
onto his skin. The sight of it brought another wave of nausea. He swallowed the
lump in his throat and crouched low to the powdered ground, digging in his
fingers and lifting palm fulls of ice. The tiny crystals stung his blue
fingers, but he didn't throw it back. He lathered the ice over the blood. It
melted from his body heat, and the mixture of sticky, red, unmelted ice dripped
down his calves, past his ankles, and back into the snow. He crinkled his nose
at the disgusting sight. He had to get rid of the blood. He rubbed his inner
thighs until they were raw from abuse. No matter how hard he tried to cleanse
himself, a red tint remained on his skin.

Home came to mind then. His bed, food, bathtub, a small fire burning in his
room. Hot tears tore paths down his cheeks and froze onto his chin. He sniffed
and wiped his runny nose.

“I can't go back.”

The realization hit him hard. He couldn't face his family. Not now. No fucking
way. As the only heir of his clan, and an Omega at that, he was supposed to
remain 'pure' until he found a mate. No chance of that happening now. He was
meant to be the highest ranking of Omegas one day. No one could touch him
without a death penalty. Now? Now he was considered violated and dirty. If he
went back, back to his parents, back to his home, family, friends, and comfort,
he would be killed. His life was ruined. Medical examiners would discover his
predicament upon arrival no doubt, so he could never keep a secret. It didn't
matter if this was his fault or not, this issue of purity was among his clan's
most sacred traditions, a law basically, and now that had been broken. He had
nowhere to go.

But he had to do something.

The tears stopped. He choked down his sobs. Numbness fell like a blanket,
covering him and shielding away the cold. A few final gasps steadied his breath
spreading in small clouds before him. His exposed foot took one step forward,
then sunk in the snow. Then another. Then another. With that he wandered
through the woods aimless. He didn't want to live, but he didn't know how to
die. He was lost and freezing, so what? He might as well let the cold take him
since his only other options contained death one way or another. The trees
around closed in and the snow fell in thicker sheets. Were his eyes no longer
working? Or did the snow become too heavy to see through?

Body numb. Mind numb. Everything white, and the trees like walls narrowing in,
suffocating him. The branches spread like spider webs closing to trap him. In
the very back of his mind, in dark recesses of reason no longer reachable, a
voice screamed at him to find help. He shoved this voice away as he trudged
forward. He was just a ghost with his silvery hair and exposed skin. Hours or
minutes flew by on the wind. Clouds covered the rise of the moon, so he
couldn't tell.

The wall of black trees suddenly gave way to a road. Jimin’s foot slipped on a
dip in the ice, and he tumbled down into the ditch below. At that moment
Jimin’s body gave up. The sky filled his vision, twisted, turned. So many
flakes were falling all around him, until the ground met his face and
everything became still. A twig lay just an inch in front of his eye. Ice
killed the little leaf on it, leaving it brown and stiff.

Jimin curled into a fetal position, shielding his face with his trembling
fingers. He shut his eyes, giving in to the cold and the dark. Snowflakes
gently tickled his nose.

-

Seokjin breathed in and out steadily, focusing on the steady rise and fall of
his chest. He let his head lay limp against the window, bouncing with the car
when it hit a bump. The glass surface left one side of his face cold and clammy
while the humming car heater gave his other side a fuzzy warmth. His acting
skills were fair enough, so perhaps pretending to sleep would save him from
having to drive a single inch of the road back home. The little glances he
received from his mate made him blush nonetheless, he was so going to be caught
in his little act. He always knew when Namjoon’s eyes traveled to him, and he
couldn't help how they still made his stomach and chest bubble. Namjoon no
doubt picked up on the hints of his emotions whirring through their connection,
the mating marks they shared on their shoulders. A low voice broke the steady
silence that had lasted for thirty minutes.

“Jin, I know you're awake.”

Seokjin stirred, and made a big show of waking up. Namjoon wouldn't catch him
so easily. He stretched his arms, filling the car with a gigantic yawn, popping
his back, and purposefully letting his fingers brush over Namjoon’s cheek. The
Alpha flicked away the Omega’s fist which blocked his view of the road. “Ow,
hey!” Seokjin hissed and clutched his hand, kissing the red spot forming on it.
“Why?” He pouted.
Deep chuckles rose from Namjoon’s chest. “If you don't want to drive you stay
on your side.”

“What!”

“Mhm.” Namjoon nodded, grinning smugly.

“Aiiiiiiish. I cook an amazing breakfast, put up with you dropping our bags in
the airport at least five times, let you drive even if you break everything you
touch, and this is how you treat me? I should jump out of this car right now!
Find a new mate! Then how would you feel, eh?”

Namjoon side glanced at him and raised a brow. He snorted when his eyes met the
unconvincing look of fury on his Jin’s face.

“I'm gonna do it!” Seokjin wagged his finger in the air, his eyes wide.
“Well... unless you are in the mood to give me a massage the second we finish
unpacking. Your mate is so sore after the plane. Ahhhh….” He breathed out and
rubbed his shoulders. “The pain, it's too much!” He tilted his head back
dramatically. Namjoon didn't respond, so Seokjin pouted and crossed his arms.
Trust his mate not to give him his deserved attention.

He relaxed again and he felt Namjoon’s fingers interlocking with his own. He
was about to pull away when Namjoon stopped him with a light squeeze. “I’ll do
it as soon as we walk through the door.” Seokjin smiled, but didn't let Namjoon
see it. At least not with his eyes. His mate would feel happy warmth radiating
from him.
A comfortable silence settled, and Seokjin resumed his previous position with
his head resting on the window, except his left hand laced in Namjoon’s. The
cold seeping through the glass kept him awake, so he watched as the trees
coated in ice and snow flew past. They were so close to home. Just a few more
miles and he would throw on his pajamas. Seokjin let his eyes slowly droop
shut, but before they closed a strange, discolored lump in the ditch along the
road caught his attention. As soon as he spotted it, they had already moved on.
He peeled his face off the glass, blinking. Something about it didn't seem
right. He couldn't let it go.

“Turn around.”

Namjoon furrowed his brow. “What? But we’re almost home.”
 
“I know, I know, just turn around. I saw something.” Seokjin said, already
twisting in his seat searching for whatever it was he saw. Namjoon sighed, but
complied to his mate’s request with a simple shrug. He would let Seokjin have
his way or else he would have to track the Omega through the snow later. That
was an ordeal he didn't have the energy to deal with, especially with the snow
filled clouds on the horizon. The low drone on the radio earlier stated that a
storm would blow in during the night. It was all beautiful in his eyes, but so
deadly.

Seokjin’s gaze traveled here and there, searching for what he had seen before.
He had suspicions of what it was, but the idea made his stomach sick. “Whatever
I saw, I hope I'm wrong…”

Namjoon looked at him, surprised to see such concern written on his face.
“Wrong abou-”

Seokjin jumped up in his seat like a child going to the amusement park and
pointed out the window in the direction of the woods.
“There! There it is! Oh my, Namjoon, pull over! That's a person!”

“Where?”

“Joonie, pull over!” Seokjin was about to grab the wheel himself if Namjoon
didn't slow down.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Namjoon parked the car on the side of the road. He was certain that no one else
would drive by even if he didn't take that precaution, they were in the middle
of nowhere after all, but just to be on the safe side. They didn't have money
to throw away on car repairs because of careless actions and speeding,
inattentive drivers. Seokjin on the other hand burst out the passenger door
without his jacket before the car's gears even switched to break. Completely
uncharacteristic of him. Namjoon hastily grabbed the garment and chased after
the Omega to the small “lump.”

Seokjin’s heartbeat pounded in his head. He didn't mind the frost biting him,
this was more important. Adrenaline covered the cold. Every step closer to the
person heightened his dread. Were they wolf? Human? Dead? He kneeled by the
body, chewing the inside of his cheek. Things didn't look good at all. The
boy’s skin, pale from the cold, was contrasted by his quivering, blue lips. At
least his fingers and toes weren’t black. He would be ok, hopefully. “How long
have you been out here?” He murmured. Namjoon came up beside him and draped the
jacket over his broad shoulders.

“Shit, he's still alive.” Namjoon breathed.

Seokjin wrapped his arms around the boy with care, and began to move him. He
brushed the fine layer of snow off the boy’s face. “We’re taking him. Do we
have any cocoa or soup left at home? Something warm? Even warmed water would
work, maybe.”

Namjoon's eyes narrowed and looked up in thought. He nodded, “Mhm, plenty.” He
helped Seokjin lift the boy and made a path for him through the easiest parts
of snow to pass. They made it to the car without too much difficulty and he
opened the door for them. Seokjin settled himself in his seat with his arms
still around their unexpected guest. Namjoon closed the door and made his way
back to the driver’s seat. Walking around the car, he lifted his eyes to the
sky. The clouds looked like smoke in the growing night. They rolled in the air,
becoming heavier with snow. Every passing moment the flakes fell thicker. How
had Seokjin even spotted that person in this weather?

The boy had been easy enough to carry and weighed nothing in Seokjin’s lap.
Scenarios raced through his head. What happened? What brought him to that spot?
Where were his clothes? Did he go crazy and strip them off? (Seokjin heard of
such cases before.) Was he suicidal? Was he attacked? Seokjin shook his head
clear of his battling theories. He shouldn't be thinking of that right now. He
should be thinking of getting this person warm. Namjoon hopped into the
driver's seat and gave him a weird look as he started the engine. “There's a
blanket in the backseat, can you reach it?”

Seokjin turned and spotted the fuzzy, navy blue blanket. Perfect. He stretched
his arm out as far as possible, but it was out of reach. He pushed himself
further like forcing his arm out of the socket, until his fingers came into
contact with the midnight material. “Aha, got it!” He grinned triumphantly. He
positioned the boy so that he could wrap the blanket around them both, sharing
heat, and the boy’s head lay in the crook of his neck. “Let’s warm you up,
shall we?” He didn't mind that this person didn't have clothes. He could smell
that he was an Omega like himself. A young one at that. Something within
Seokjin clicked as he held the boy close. Maternal instinct maybe? Holding
someone like this kind of triggered something, a deep part of him that had
never been awakened before. He carded his fingers through the Omega’s silvery
hair and then drew them down onto his cheeks still full of baby fat.

“Is he going to be ok?” Namjoon frowned at the unconscious person.

Seokjin smiled, watching the road before them emerge from the darkness of
swirling flakes as they came closer to home. Namjoon glanced at him again when
he didn't hear an answer, but the look on Seokjin’s face told him everything he
needed to know. He sighed. “We’re keeping him, aren't we.”

Seokjin stroked a stray hair from the boy’s face. “Yup!”
Chapter End Notes
     Woohoo! First chapter! ^^ Please comment what you think, I'd love to
     hear your thoughts. :)
     Also, I have realized that even though they are werewolves, that
     wasn't really mentioned in this chapter. I believe that it's just
     everyday life to them, you know? We don't walk around everyday
     thinking about the fact that we are human. XD I'll be more careful in
     the future~
***** The Tests *****
Chapter Summary
     He didn't want to scare this person in their first meeting. The boy’s
     eyes focused again on his. The confusion and fear in them tugged at
     his heart. They blinked a few times before, “Jimin, I-I’m Jimin.”
     -
     Jimin blinked rapidly and tensed. He didn't even know the answer to
     that himself. All he knew was that some fucker ruined his life. He
     should have died out there. Things would be easier.
     -
     But it seemed like fate really wanted nothing more than to fuck him
     over.
     -
     His heat should have started three days ago.
     No. It was just one time. There's no way that could happen with just
     one time.
Chapter Notes
     So if you don't know that Mpreg is a part of this story.... be aware
     of it now!!!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dunk

The boy’s head hit the doorframe.

“Sorry.” Namjoon repositioned himself to walk in from the side, allowing the
boy's feet to enter first. Internally he slapped his cheek for apologizing to a
person who was totally out of it.

“Be careful with him!” Seokjin followed closely behind, peering over Namjoon’s
shoulder as he carried the bundled, limp body over the threshold. Only his
white face and small feet poked out of his cocoon. His pink lips looked chapped
and cracked from the wind, but not openly bleeding. Seokjin shut the door
behind them just as the snow became a storm, cutting off the flakes that
managed to fly in only to melt within seconds on the wooden floor.

“Ahhhhhh, so nice.” Seokjin let the warmth of their home wash away the last of
the cold clinging to him. But it wasn't as warm as his small smile watching
Namjoon carefully place the boy on their leather couch. The cushions sighed as
his body sunk into them slightly. Seokjin went to them both, cupping the boy’s
face. “He's still so cold…”

“Well, he was freezing.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrow at the tone, but the boy held more of his attention.
Namjoon pursed his lips. “Why didn't he turn while he was out there? His fur in
wolf form should have kept him warm.” Namjoon didn't venture further down that
line of thought out loud. The fact that the boy didn't have clothes and he
didn't turn… He hadn't been thinking clearly. Shock took him or something else
clouded his mind out there. Fear? Maybe both. Yet he couldn't have been out
there too long or else he would already be dead. Whatever happened to him, it
took place recently. An hour or two ago? Maybe a little more, or would that
push the limits of the body's ability to survive? Seokjin’s hand still lay on
the boy, rising and falling with his steady breaths, but Seokjin's eyes
followed his mate. The Alpha's head crossed back and forth over the back of the
couch. The light above cast angular shadows over his face.

Namjoon crossed his arms, thinking aloud again. “We’re close to the Park clan,
so he may be one of them." He stopped. "If he is then he won't understand much
technology.” He absentmindedly scratched his head.

Seokjin agreed. The Park clan was one of the three largest clans of their kind.
The names of Clans came from the family that founded them. Plenty of smaller
clans lay here and there scattered all around their territory, separated and
tucked away from humans. Every single smaller clan aligned its loyalty to one
of the big three. They often chose whichever larger Clan sat closest, but then
the rare exceptions did happen. Both himself and Namjoon were mixed. They each
had a parent from a small clan, and a parent from the Kim clan. The Kim clan
was the largest of all. It held the most influence over the others, whereas the
Park clan was the smallest of the big three and traditional. For the most part,
the Parks isolated themselves and did not believe in the excessive use of
technology, especially after the last war left them in a state of panic. If
this boy really was from the Park clan, he would be in for a shock when he
woke. It wasn't every day one might see a headlamp for the first time. Namjoon
and himself preferred living like civilized human beings, so they owned many
modern commodities from past trips into human society like the one they just
returned from. They preferred not to change into their wolf form unless
absolutely necessary. When the full moon came around they took suppressants
much like heat suppressants to stem the urge to turn. Many in the Kim clan and
the Choi clan, the third of the big three, thought like this. Being in a wolf
form became increasingly unpopular over the years.

Seokjin gasped and slapped a hand to his forehead.
“Joonie!”

Namjoon jumped at the outburst. He stilled, looking at Seokjin expectantly.
“Hm?”

“We uh," he scratched his hair, "forgot the suitcases in the car.”

“Shit.”

Seokjin stood up, pulling his jacket around himself tighter, but Namjoon placed
a hand on his shoulder. “I got it, watch him.”

Namjoon walked out the room and back into the storm, mumbling something about
the car doors being frozen shut.

As soon as the door closed, Seokjin returned his attention to the person in
front of him. Little coughs started to come from his thick lips. Seokjin leaned
over, his eyes wide. “Hey, are you awake?” The boy’s arms shifted, and he
rubbed his eyes open. He took his hands away from his face, and their curious,
apprehensive gazes met. The boy blinked rapidly in the artificial light. His
pupils darted different directions all over the room. His breath quickened and
he swallowed. He tried to sit up, but Seokjin stopped him. “You're okay now,
don’t hurt yourself." What was a good question to ask in this situation? "Uh,
What's your name?” He smiled. He didn't want to scare this person in their
first meeting. The boy’s eyes focused again on his. The confusion and fear in
them tugged at his heart. They blinked a few times before, “Jimin, I-I’m
Jimin.”

-

The stranger’s face lit up. “I’m Kim Seokjin."

Jimin looked around again. Where did the snow go? Why was he not dead?
Shouldn't he be? That's what normally happens when people are stuck in the snow
at night.

“Jimin?” Jimin turned back to Seokjin. This taller Omega must have found him.
Mixed with the Omega’s scent, which permeated the room, lurked something else.
Seokjin cleared his throat. “Are you hungry? We don't know how long-”

BANG

The door burst open. In came a flurry of flakes and the heavy scent of an
Alpha.

“Why’s it so cold!” The Alpha walked in, laden with one large suitcase and two
smaller bags. All of it, including himself, was invisible under a layer of
powdery ice. Only his eyes and mouth, two black dots and a hole, broke through
the white. He was a living, moving snowman.

“Let me help with that!” Seokjin jumped up and went to the snowman’s side. He
brushed away the snow, revealing the golden skin and ebony hair of a tall
Alpha. He cupped his hands and whispered hushed words to the Alpha’s ear. Jimin
heard nothing but a few breathy, incoherent sentences. The Alpha’s eyes darted
to himself for a moment. When Jimin caught his gaze it fell back to Seokjin.
Jimin concluded that those two must be mates. They were living with each other
after all. Or at least he thought they lived together. Why else would they both
be here with their scents mixed?

Seokjin took the burden of the two smaller bags, leaving the large suitcase for
the Alpha. "One moment, I'll be right back." He made his way up the stairs to
the left of the entrance. The Alpha stared at Jimin, gathering his words
together. “Jimin, I'm Kim Namjoon, and that's Seokjin, my mate.”

“I told him my name already!” Came muffled from above. A few seconds and some
gentle thumps later, Seokjin stood beside Namjoon again holding pieces of
fabric. Namjoon peeled his coat away and pushed the suitcase aside.

“Jimin, what do you want for dinner?” He smiled, and that did it. The nerves
tied around Jimin’s chest loosened. Not completely, but his voice returned.
Namjoon’s smile directed towards him was so open and friendly, he couldn't help
but feel more welcomed.

“I'll eat whatever you make.”

Seokjin burst out laughing. “Jimin, don't be shy. You have to be hungry, so I’m
going to make lots of food, and you are expected to eat all of it, understood?”
Jimin’s chin went up and down quickly. Seokjin clapped his hands and crossed
the room to Jimin’s left where the kitchen lay.

Namjoon approached Jimin. The sound of dishes being moved and electronics being
turned on filled the background. Namjoon didn't say anything, so Jimin did
likewise. He waited until the Alpha settled into a chair on his right, hands
sitting in his lap. “Jimin, may I ask you some questions?" Jimin swallowed, but
he nodded. “Excellent. If you become uncomfortable, speak up, ok? And here, put
these on.” He held out the fabrics Seokjin had seconds ago. They must have
exchanged them without Jimin’s notice. Fuzz buzzed his mind too much to catch
details. Now, Jimin saw clearly that they were clothes. He dipped his head in
thanks.

“Thank you.” He said quietly, accepting the clothes from Namjoon’s hands.
Namjoon had the courtesy to give Jimin privacy as he stood and pulled the
clothes over himeelf. His muscles stretched and hurt, but he could handle it.
The clothes were very different from what he was used to. The clothes he grew
up with had all been hand made, yet these seemed like they could endure more.
The thick shirt trapped all the warmth around his body. The blue pants, also
made of some thick artificial material, warmed him up. It was like his legs
were encased in an oven. He realized they were pajamas. Big, fluffy, pajamas.
He sat down again, and Namjoon turned back his way. The Alpha drew in a deep
breath.

“What clan are you from, Jimin?"

Ok, that's easy enough.

“Park.”

“And how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, but didn't venture further into that detail. Jimin
knew his age was young. He should have been safe with a family at home, not
alone in the woods.

“Where’s your home? So we can take you back, if that's what you want.” He
quickly added. “When the storm clears you can go on your own if you wish.”

“What are you talking about? We are not letting him go out there alone, he's
eighteen!” Seokjin piped up from the kitchen. Along with his voice, an aroma of
cooked meat and vegetables made its way to the two sitting in the living room.
Both stomachs growled.

“Uhhh” Jimin blanked. He couldn't mention that he was the heir of the Park
family. Well, could he? What would these people do? Were they also from the
Park clan? No, they were Kims. “I… Don't want to answer that.”

Namjoon shifted in his chair and tilted his head slightly, studying Jimin
closely with a steady gaze. Jimin looked away, focusing on the patterned carpet
in front of the fireplace.

“Ok, but can you tell me this?" He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "Why
were you half frozen in a ditch, naked?”

Jimin blinked rapidly and tensed. He didn't even know the answer to that
himself. All he knew was that some fucker ruined his life. He should have died
out there. Things would be easier. “Look, I'm done with these questions, ok?”
He probably could have said that with less of a sting. Jimin sighed and closed
his eyes. He shouldn't be rude to these people. It seemed like hours passed
before Namjoon’s calm voice reached his ears again.

“Jimin, it's ok, you don't have to answer them. Seokjin and I only want to help
you. Please understand that.”

Jimin nodded as he spoke. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he kept them closed,
bit his lip, and took deep breathes to keep his composure. A heavy weight lay
in his chest, forcing him to struggle just to stay up. It hurt, piercing his
lungs and making it hard to breath. Namjoon said nothing more, but Jimin felt
his presence still there, smelled his unique, Alpha scent, but he didn't force
anything else out of Jimin. He was the most gentle and least demanding Alpha
Jimin had ever met. Soft footsteps came from behind and the pressure of a hand
landed on his shoulder. He heard Jin’s voice. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Jimin didn't move, and neither did the others. He opened his eyes, still
holding tears back.

“Can I ask you two a question?”

Namjoon nodded, and Seokjin’s hand on his shoulder squeezed in reassurance.

“I-I don't have anywhere to go right now,” he swallowed, “and…” his voice
faltered. He couldn't get the words past his mouth.

Seokjin walked around the side of the couch to kneel in front of Jimin. He
glanced at Namjoon, and the Alpha nodded his head.

“Jimin, look at me.” Seokjin lifted Jimin’s chin. A single tear had managed to
break free and lay sparkling on his cheek. Seokjin reached up to wipe it away.
He kept one hand there cupping Jimin’s face as the other held both of Jimin’s
hands which lay in his lap. “Namjoon and I don't know what happened to you, but
whatever it was, it was awful. You can stay here as long as you need.” Jimin
opened his mouth, but Seokjin shushed him. “It doesn't matter how long.
Whenever you feel ready, you can leave.”

-

So Jimin stayed. He ate chicken, vegetables, and rice with Namjoon and Seokjin.
Sitting there with them, in a moment at their kitchen in their dining room, he
decided to forget everything. He needed to put his life behind him and live
with them, but he didn't want to take advantage of them. Within two weeks, when
deep winter settled in, he found his new life routine. He helped Seokjin around
the house with chores, he went hunting sometimes with Namjoon if a trip into
town wasn't an option for food, and when he was alone he would clean inside, do
yard work, buy groceries while the others ran errands, or whatever else was
needed. To Namjoon and Seokjin's surprise, Jimin caught on to technology
smoothly. Of course there were still incidents like the time he mistook a phone
for a light switch. No telling how many innocent victims were confused by a
random Omega wolf calling them, but only saying, "Why won't it turn on?" Their
house lay in the middle of nowhere, but this was what Jimin wanted. Actually,
he needed it.

But it seemed like fate really wanted nothing more than to fuck him over.

-

At about mid-morning, Seokjin and Jimin made pancakes together. The tall
windows behind them allowed the morning light to stream in, which glistened on
their glasses of milk and orange juice. A few thumps from above told them a
certain Alpha woke up, probably from the enticing smell. Namjoon walked down
the stairs, bleary eyed, and sat with them at the table. Just as his fingers
brushed a fork, Jimin's utensil clattered onto his own plate. Seokjin and
Namjoon jumped at the sudden ring of noise. Jimin, mortified expression painted
on his face, swallowed his mouthful of food. His face turned a pale shade of
green. He clutched his stomach. “Uhh, excuse me.” He pushed back his chair,
almost running for the bathroom. Namjoon and Seokjin exchanged looks, but
neither followed Jimin. They understood that he probably wanted space, but
every few minutes Seokjin looked over his shoulder.

-

Inside the bathroom, Jimin leaned over the toilet with his mouth open, but
nothing came up from his churning stomach. This was getting ridiculous. For the
past two days it seemed like he could no longer keep down anything he ate.
Normally it started later. This was the first time it happened during a meal
with Namjoon and Seokjin watching. What was wrong with him? Well, he had
something in mind, but he didn't want to go down that road.

His heat should have started three days ago.

When it approached, Jimin worried about the affect it might have on Namjoon.
But the day came and… nothing. He'd lain in bed, ice water beside him, waiting
for the waves of uncontrollable urges to wreck through his week. Instead of his
mind being swarmed with a cloud of desire to find an Alpha, his thoughts
remained clear. His memories flooded forward, bringing up the one scene he
wanted to forget most. That day… waking up to see that his legs were bloody and
his body ached.

No. It was just one time. There's no way that could happen with just one time.

But still, here and now, Jimin picked himself up off the floor to face his
reflection in the mirror. He looked healthy. His fuzzy, oversized shirt made
him look like a young, innocent, teenage Omega. Even more so with his sweater
paws. Well, that's what he was. He looked like he had no worries, and could
just toss his shoes and drink hot chocolate on the couch. His eyes told a
different story. He saw through the lie he told himself. He had to make sure.
He couldn't have peace in his head and tell himself this was a cold or flu
until he made absolutely sure.

A stroke of luck met him when he found boxes of tests right under the bathroom
sink. Only two or three remained missing from their cases. A few more boxes hid
behind those, all with one still inside. He didn't have to waste money or time
and make a run to civilization. Dust covered the cases, but they would work. He
wondered for a moment though, why did Seokjin and Namjoon not have kids, or
'pups?' Clearly they had tried, and they were at the prime age to have a small
child running around.

"Off task Jimin, off task."

He drew in deep breathes before he grabbed one and walked back to the toilet.

-

Seokjin frowned. “He's been in there too long, shouldn't we check? What if he's
sick? He's acting weird lately. Have you noticed he's pale?”

Namjoon swallowed his bite of food, shaking his head. “Let him come to us.”

Just like that they heard the creak of the bathroom door, and a few seconds
afterwards, Jimin’s form emerged from the doorway. His knuckles, white from
strain, curved around a small bundle of a few identical sticks. His eyes
worried Seokjin most. They were downcast, scared, or angry? Seokjin dropped his
meal to face Jimin.

“Jimin, what's-”

Jimin looked up, and his face had become so pale, Seokjin’s heart ached for
him.

“I'm pregnant.”
Chapter End Notes
     If this makes you uncomfortable... just don't read it.
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***** Seokjin's Story *****
Chapter Summary
     “No! It's not 'alright!' I'm fucking eighteen and pregnant! And, and-
     ” he hid his face in his palms. He couldn't go further. He already
     depended on others to take care of him, how could he take care of
     someone else?
     -
     Namjoon ran his thumb across the back of Seokjin’s hand. “You're not
     his Omae, you can't protect him from everything. You don't even know
     what you're trying to protect him from."
     -
     “I want to tell you about myself.”
     -
     Ice fell into his stomach and spread all the way to his toes.
      
     The bed was empty.
Chapter Notes
     So I'll go ahead and explain outside of the story that this is O/B/
     A because there are no female werewolves. (You probably saw in the
     tags.) Because of this I did not want to use the terms “mother” and
     “father.” So I was lazy and just tweaked the words “Alpha” and
     “Omega” to be “Omae” and “Apae” A little silly, but it works!
     If those are actual words somewhere then I am not aware of it. Here,
     they are what kids call parents. I guess a Beta who happens to be a
     parent would be “Betae?” XD
See the end of the chapter for more notes
He used every. single. one of them.

When the two faint lines appeared in the first test he didn't know how to read
it, so he checked the box only to fall into a panic attack. He did it again,
and again, and again, until tests that showed two pink lines littered the
floor. Seokjin and Namjoon handled the news better than himself, but then
again, they didn't know how it happened.

On Namjoon’s part, the whole time he was suspicious of the circumstances they
found Jimin in. When Jimin refused to explain himself his suspicions only grew.
For the past weeks he watched for signs. Jimin’s scent gradually changed, but
as Omegas, he and Seokjin didn't notice. Only Alphas detected the scent of a
pregnant Omega, and maybe strong Betas. Seokjin thought that Jimin was growing
ill and insisted he rest more, but Namjoon knew better. He only waited for
Jimin to confront and admit it himself. Now, Jimin stood before them like he'd
just seen a ghost.

Seokjin blinked a few times before going to Jimin’s side with Namjoon
following. The young Omega still had the tests clutched in his hand. Namjoon
removed one from his iron grip to see for himself. Sure enough, Jimin spoke the
truth. Namjoon recognized these to be the tests Seokjin once bought, and for
once they showed positive.
Seokjin guided Jimin by his shoulders back to the table. Jimin resisted at
first by pulling away, or trying to at least. Currently, any strength he had
started failing him. “I... I'm not hungry.”

Seokjin shook his head, “No, just sit down.” Jimin bowed his head and gave in.
Namjoon pried the rest of the tests from his hand finger by finger. Seokjin
rubbed soothing circles into his back. Jimin was there, but he didn't feel like
he had control of his body. He just let Namjoon and Seokjin do what they
wanted. Seokjin switched to stroking Jimin’s hair. “The Apae...?”

Jimin almost shook his head no, but in mid-turn he hesitated. He wasn't ready
to admit that he'd been raped, and that he didn't even know how it happened.
The other two waited, holding their breath.

Namjoon spoke up, “Jimin, it’s hard, but you need to talk.” Seokjin nodded in
agreement. Jimin crossed his arms, covering his body. He curled in on himself.

“I-uh, he left. That's all. I don't want to see him again. Don't try to find
him.” The words tumbled from his mouth like rocks crumbling apart.

Namjoon and Seokjin looked at each other. Jimin lied. It was obvious by the way
his ears turned red.

Jimin found it harder and harder to breath. His body rocked in shallow gasps he
was taking. “How... how am I supposed to... to do this? I... I don't know
anything about… I just…” He shook his head.

“Jimin, calm down, it's alright.” Namjoon placed his hand on Jimin’s shoulder,
but then the young Omega lashed out.

“No! It's not 'alright!' I'm fucking eighteen and pregnant! And, and-” he hid
his face in his palms. He couldn't go further. He already depended on others to
take care of him, how could he take care of someone else?

“Namjoon.” Seokjin didn't need to say anything more.

“Mhm.”

Arms wrapped around Jimin, but he didn't throw them off. They lifted him up
from the chair and in a few seconds he heard thumps that meant they were going
upstairs. He peeked through his fingers to see Namjoon’s face inches away. Even
though the Alpha was mated and Jimin was not, the scent settled his mind some.
It was one of the weird things about Alphas, that their presence could calm
Omegas as long as they were calm themselves.

Jimin’s room lay just to the left at the top of the stairs. Seokjin passed
Namjoon to open the door for them. Jimin closed his eyes, and allowed the older
two to put him in bed and arrange the sheets around him.

Just when he thought that he would move on, this happened. This fucking
happened. He wanted to disappear, melt into the mattress, and vanish.

-

“Jin.” Namjoon whispered to his mate who still played with the blankets around
Jimin. He looked up when he heard his name. Namjoon gestured for him to follow,
and the Alpha led the Omega out of the room hand in hand. He closed the door
behind them to let Jimin have peace. He also didn't want Jimin to hear their
conversation. The door clicked, and he turned to Seokjin. “He's lying.”

Seokjin sighed, “I know, but have you not seen him these past few weeks? He is
terrified of something or sick. I don't want to trigger bad memories.”

“We don't know who he is. He can stay, but we need answers.” He paused. “Honest
answers, Jin.”

Seokjin ran his palm across his face. “I know, I know. But for now, he's going
through a lot-”

“We could help him more if we knew how much-”

“But, to push him into telling the truth-"

“Jin.” Namjoon took both of Seokjin’s hands in his own. “Think about it, we
found him naked, now he’s pregnant, he won't tell us anything. I’m almost
certain he was raped.” Seokjin flinched. “But he needs to tell us, especially
if he knows who it was. We can help him more when he's honest.”

Seokjin closed his eyes and nodded. “I-I know Joon. It's just… I don't want him
to freak out and leave us. If we push him, and he runs off because he's
scared…”

Namjoon ran his thumb across the back of Seokjin’s hand. “You're not his Omae,
you can't protect him from everything. You don't even know what you're trying
to protect him from.”

Seokjin opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. Something in Namjoon’s
words stung him. He took his hands away from his mate. “Namjoon, I’ll stay with
him for now, and I'll get the truth.”

“Jin-” but Seokjin walked into Jimin’s room and closed the door behind him.

-

Jimin lay still for a minute. He could see their shadows below the door and
muffled voices reached his ears, but in a human form he couldn't tell what they
said. Because he was now… pregnant, he wouldn't be able to change forms even if
he wanted to.

As the voices became even quieter he found himself rubbing his midsection. He
didn't feel any different, and his stomach remained its regular, small belly.
Other than feeling sick at random times of the day and missing his heat, he
would have had no clues.

The door creaked open, and Jimin looked up to see Seokjin. The older Omega
approached and sat on the edge of the bed. He stroked a few hairs away from
Jimin's face again. “How do you feel?” Jimin pulled the blanket over his face.
“That bad?” He didn't give a response. “Ahhh, Jimin, it’s really cold out here.
I think I'm going to join you.” He didn't say no, so a few seconds later and
Seokjin lay beside Jimin under the blankets. Silence filled the room for a long
time, and the sun passed over all through the day until it shone directly
through the window. “Jimin, how much do you know about me?” Jimin peaked his
eyes out.

“Mm, not much.”

Seokjin knitted his brows and tilted his head. “Really? I thought I was open
with you.”

Jimin chuckled. Seokjin was always talkative. Jimin heard many stories about
Namjoon or their trips in the past.

“I want to tell you about myself.”

Jimin tilted his head to look at Seokjin’s face. “Ok.”

“Ahhh, you can't react like that! At least pretend to be interested.” Jimin's
teeth flashed in a smile.

Seokjin sighed and snuggled closer to Jimin. “You found those pregnancy tests
under the bathroom sink? Those were mine.” Jimin perched his head on his arms.

“Yeah, why were there so many?”

Seokjin raised both eyebrows, “Don't interrupt, I'll get to that.” He patted
Jimin’s hair. “So… even though I have those, I can't have children.”

“Oh…”

Seokjin smiled, “You look surprised.”

“Well, I mean, it’s just that…”

Seokjin played with the hem of the blanket. “It’s just that most infertile
Omegas live alone and isolated out of shame?” Jimin blushed, nodding. “It's
wrong, but it's the truth. That's kind of what happened to me at first.” Jimin
wanted to ask more, but he kept his mouth shut. “Most Omegas have their first
heat by thirteen or fourteen, maybe later if they're late bloomers. For
whatever reason I didn't, and my parents immediately took me to a doctor in the
Choi clan. After they examined me, we got the news. It's become more common for
Omegas to be infertile, and I’m one of those.” He paused. The whole time he
didn't look Jimin in the eye, so without fear of being caught, Jimin studied
the way his eyes filled with a little water and his nose became redder. “I
remember the walk to the car was so quiet, and when we did get there… well,
they wouldn't let me inside. I was sixteen at the time.” Seokjin took a deep,
shuddering breath before continuing. “After that I made it mostly on my own. At
least I was old enough to work, but like most Omegas in my situation, I was out
of school. There was no time for it if I wanted a place to sleep anyways. Lots
of people see infertile Omegas as a waste of space, especially employers.
Living on my own was scary. I mean, I barely had anyone to help me, and there
were nights I had to sleep on a bench, in a bathroom, or any shelter I could
find. It was impossible to find a steady, safe job. I was almost trapped in the
worst position an Omega can find themself in, but then I landed in a position
as a cashier at a family business in one of the small clans. It was near the
Park clan. At first I didn't want to tell them why I was on the street in the
first place. I was certain they'd throw me out. But, they found out, and they
still accepted me. I was so far behind, but they helped me finish my education.
Their oldest son tutored me. He was the Alpha that eventually became my mate.”
Seokjin smiled and looked back at Jimin. “Without their help I would still be
on the streets doing who knows what.”

Jimin bit his lip. “And… the tests under the sink?”

Seokjin ran his fingers through his own hair. The sun now dipped low enough
that the light filtered through the trees before it hit his wall in a splotched
pattern. Some of the light fell on Seokjin’s hair, giving it golden spots. “I
bought those because I wanted to be pregnant. Namjoon chose me even though he
had plenty of 'normal' Omegas waiting in line to mate. He told me, I wanted to
be an Apae in the future, but I love you, and you're standing in front of me
right now.”

Jimin laughed, “That's sweet.”

“Yeah, he can be an idiotic, clumsy asshole sometimes, but he's my clumsy
asshole. Anyways, despite what he's always told me, and even after we mated, I
felt like I failed him. I was always insecure about my body. Things only became
worse when I would go into town and see Omegas my age pregnant or with
children. Some didn't, but they were talking about it. I really hated myself.
There were people who even hated me. They told me that a perfectly good Alpha
was wasted on my body. I bought those tests secretly, and I tried getting
pregnant so many times. Namjoon caught on. Or well, he noticed there was a
problem.” He chuckled, “It's not normal to spend an hour in the bathroom then
come out with a puffy, red face. After he knew something was wrong, he searched
the bathroom I spent so much time in. It was easy to find the tests. Then that
evening I wanted to try again, but he refused. I… I lost it. I was crying, I
yelled, I wanted to beat his face in, but he held me and listened to me as I
told, well, cried out all that I was feeling. That whole time I had felt like I
was facing it alone, but after I brought my problems to the surface Namjoon
helped me. I stopped hiding things from him. It changed everything in our
relationship.” Seokjin had a distant look in his eyes. After he’d opened up so
much about himself, Jimin closed the space between them and curled up in
Seokjin’s chest. Seokjin placed an arm around him. The light from the sun
dimmed down to a teal that left tall shadows surrounding them in their little
circle of comfort.

“Jimin?”

“Yeah?”

“Please, don't be afraid to come to Namjoon and I. We want nothing more than to
help you through this. Whatever it is. You can tell us anything.”

Jimin tensed. Could he really? Admitting infertility was one issue, but being
violated and considered tainted, well, that was a whole different beast. What
could he even say? He didn't remember anything. Then his identity… there was a
reason he kept that to himself. If Seokjin and Namjoon knew, would they keep
their word? Where Jimin grew up, people didn't rely on trust or promises. He
buried his face into Seokjin’s chest. His voice came out muffled, but clear
enough for his audience’s ears.

“Ok, I didn't have a mate. I'm pregnant because I was attacked, but I don't
remember it. And… there's more.” Tears from his closed eyes stained Seokjin’s
shirt. “I-I want to tell you both, you and Namjoon, together.” His voice shook
so bad he had to stop. How could he continue in this state? Seokjin rubbed
circles into his back.

“It's late. Get some rest, think things over, and you can tell us tomorrow,
ok?” Jimin nodded. “Ok Jimin, go to sleep.” Seokjin gently peeled Jimin away
from himself, but he pulled the blankets back over the younger Omega. Before he
walked away, the soft touch of lips met Jimin’s forehead for just a second.
Then, light flooded the room briefly before Jimin became alone. He placed a
hand on his stomach again, and he shut his eyes to the night.

-

“You waited the whole time?”

Namjoon nodded and stood from his position on the top step of the stairs.
“Jinnie, if I said something earlier that hurt you then-”

“It's ok. You were right. He's ready to tell us, but after he rests.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “How did you…?” He gestured at the door.

Seokjin crossed his arms, “I was open about myself, so he's ready to open up
himself.”

Namjoon smiled fondly. “You're really amazing sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Namjoon chuckled and held both hands of his mate again. He planted a light kiss
on Seokjin’s lips. “Let’s sleep.” Another kiss, and his hands traveled to
Seokjin’s waist. Seokjin had a bad feeling where this was going. He pulled away
slightly.

“Wait, regular sleep, or do you mean, like-?” Their faces were less than an
inch apart, and it seemed like all of Seokjin’s blood had rushed to his cheeks.

Namjoon brushed their lips together one more time, breathing his answer out.
“Babe, we’ll decide when we get there.”

"Please, I already know where you're taking this you dick." Seokjin giggled as
he was lifted and carried down the hall to their bedroom.

-

There was one thing Seokjin would never grow tired of in mated life. It was
waking up with a sore body, but being held close by the love of his life. He
turned carefully so as to not jolt Namjoon awake, and he kissed the cheek of
the sleeping Alpha. He loved the way the morning glowed on their bare skin. All
he wanted was to stay there, snuggle further into Namjoon’s embrace, sleep all
the way into the afternoon, but he had another mission on his mind. He forced
his will to carry himself out of bed and into the bathroom to clean up. Once
dressed, he passed a stirring Namjoon and walked into the hall. He covered his
yawn as he opened Jimin’s door. “Good morning Jimi-”

Ice fell into his stomach and spread all the way to his toes.

The bed was empty.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Frantic Dreams, Fresh Air *****
Chapter Summary
     “He’ll come back, I'm sure."
     “Jimin, why would I leave you?”
     -
     His life held purpose, a goal, no matter how small.
     He settled on words that boiled down to, “I’m sorry I left like
     that,” “I won't do it again,” and “I found something, it's a gift for
     Seokjin.”
     -
     Nervousness bubbled just below the surface. “Now that you know who I
     am, I understand if you don't want me here anymore.”
Chapter Notes
     This is all just essential filler before we really get to the the
     good stuff. There are important moments to the story here, so I do
     hope you can enjoy this update.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Seokjin’s frantic, confused emotions spiraling in every direction like
fireworks served as Namjoon’s alarm clock.

“Oh my god, what if he's lost again? He could be out there in the cold, and
it's not just himself anymore. We, we should have-”

“Jin, calm down. I woke up two minutes ago. What happened?” Namjoon rubbed the
back of his neck as he stepped down the stairs.

Seokjin's hair had oil streaks where he'd ran his fingers, and the floor below
his feet felt warm from pacing on it. He stopped and gripped the back of the
couch. "Oh god, that's where we put him the first night..." His unease traveled
through their bond like a wire of electricity. His heart raced and his muscles
tensed. Warmth surrounded him, because Namjoon's arms embraced him from behind.
His Alpha's hands ran along his side and shoulder. Lips brushed his neck.
Seokjin closed his eyes and let the calming effects take over. His hold on the
couch loosened and the warmth left when Namjoon let go. Namjoon walked around
and sat on the cushion. He patted the one beside him, so Seokjin followed.
Right when he settled, Namjoon reached for his hand and held it in both of his
own.

“Now tell me what happened.”

Seokjin swallowed, “I woke up this morning to check on Jimin, but he wasn't in
his room. I didn't want to panic over nothing, so I looked everywhere, and he's
not here.” Namjoon blinked and opened his mouth to say something. “One more
thing,” Seokjin cut in, “The car, it's gone.”
 
Namjoon shut his eyes and sank into the cushions behind him. “Shit.”

Seokjin leaned against Namjoon, staring at the ceiling stretched above him. “I
don't get it. He’s from the Park clan, he shouldn't know how to drive. But when
I walked out there the tire marks in the snow looked like they were left by an
experienced driver.”

“I started teaching him last week. He caught on quick.” Namjoon shrugged.

Seokjin groaned and hit his mate's shoulder. “How are we supposed to find him?
He could be anywhere by now.” He gestured wildly in the air to make his point
clear. A different set of fingers made their way through the coppery strands on
his head.

“I don't think so,” Namjoon ruffled his hair some, bringing out the natural
scent, “because he isn't the type to steal a car. For now, let's wait.”

Seokjin huffed, but leaned his head back until he could see Namjoon’s face as a
mixed up blur a few inches above his own. “I can't wait, I have to do
something.” Namjoon’s lips met his forehead, and Seokjin felt how the corners
turned up.

“He’ll come back, I'm sure.”

Seokjin nodded, “He needs to hurry up! It's driving me crazy, I'm this close to
the edge!” His right hand shot into the air. A half millimeter separated his
thumb and index. Namjoon shook his head and coaxed him into shifting their
bodies until they laid side-by-side, pressed into the leather cushions still
cooled from the night.

“Get some more sleep, you need it. I'll wake you when he's back.” Namjoon
pulled him closer to his chest.

“Promise?” Seokjin’s eyes already begun drooping.

“Yeah.”

Even in his sleep Seokjin couldn't shake away his worries. In his dreams he
kept seeing Jimin the way they found him. He lay unconscious, but clothed this
time. Around them flashed different locations. In seconds a snowy forest
surrounded them, then the shore of a lake, the middle of a parking lot, a busy
street, and mostly blurs. The intensity of the random flashes, unrecognizable
blotches, churned his stomach. He groaned as waves of nausea rolled over him.
Then it finally ended. A simple concrete tunnel that contained a single track
stretched far ahead. A river of flickering, fluorescent lights traveled down
the tube until it all faded to a distant black hole on both sides. Years of
graffiti from generations of disgruntled Alphas, Betas, and Omegas added
splashes of color to the dull gray of the walls. Seokjin couldn't waste time
curiously admiring it. Jimin sat feet away from him, and something was
definitely wrong. The younger Omega lay curled on the center of the track. His
breath came in and out in short, erratic gasps. Sweat beaded his face,
contorted in pain, and moisture even glistened on his neck. The cries from his
mouth and his hand clutching his stomach worried Seokjin the most. He kneeled
over Jimin and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His sleeve took
away most of the little droplets, and with the touch, Seokjin felt Jimin’s
trembling. He gathered the smaller body into his arms. What was wrong? It’s
like Jimin was already giving birth, but his stomach was still its regular
size. He opened his eyes for just a moment, just so Seokjin could see the
terror in them. But they hid again as his face screwed up and he let out
another heart wrenching cry. “Just… go- ah-ahhh!” Tears leaked down his face.
“If you stay… you... you'll get hurt.” Pain blossomed inside Seokjin’s own
body. It rapidly changed only to become worse. His skin. He could feel it being
torn off and ripped into shreds, his arms being yanked away in loud cracks and
pops along with his legs. He didn't even know he’d closed his own eyes or that
sweat poured from his face. He sat here, now, his body still intact and a
young, pregnant Omega in his arms. But he'd been reduced to the same state as
Jimin. Both of them clutched onto each other, a huddled ball sitting on tracks.
Loud whistles echoed through the tunnel. A single light pierced the darkness in
the distance. Jimin’s next words came in just a breathy whisper. “I'm only
going to hurt you.” The steady rhythm of the wheels filled their ears. The
whistle blew again, overwhelming everything else. Seokjin bit his lip until a
drop of blood came forward, only to be smeared on Jimin’s cheek. He only heard
sounds of the approaching train and Jimin’s labored breath in his ear. He held
Jimin as close as he could, moulding them into one clump.

“Jimin, why would I leave you?” He carded his fingers through Jimin's hair. It
shifted around, wild from the wind shooting down the tunnel. The breeze tugged
at his own hair and lapped at their shirts. The whistle of the train became a
roar. Combined with its chattering wheels, Seokjin comprehended nothing but the
blinding light of such a monster and a desperate mantra coming from the body
glued to him.

“I'm sorry, Seokjin, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, please go."

He couldn't control the scream that poured out as the train bore down on them.

-

Namjoon jumped as the wave of Seokjin’s utter panic crashed into him. He had to
blink and take a few breaths to compose himself before he could deal with his
shaking mate. Seokjin didn't scream or cry. Instead, his face paled and he lay
there dead silent. Namjoon pulled him closer. He'd seen Seokjin in many states,
but this wasn't one he was familiar with.

“Jin, bad dream?” No response. “Wanna talk about it?” He waited. "Or not...?"

Seokjin let out a shuddering breath and shook his head. “No, it’s only a dream.
I'm worried about Jimin.” His head did crazy things.

Even with that answer, Namjoon sensed something deeply wrong bothering Seokjin.
For now he let it go. Probably the aftershock of whatever nightmare he'd had.
He ran his thumb over Seokjin’s soft cheek. “He's not back yet, but it's only
been an hour. Wait a little longer and calm down."

-

Jimin’s eyes darted here and there, searching the entryway and what he saw
beyond for signs of Namjoon or Seokjin. The bundle in his hands weighed more
than it looked, and he had to keep it hidden. Beyond the entryway and into the
living room, nothing but the sigh of the heating system battling the frigid air
outside made a sound. Jimin internally praised himself for his own success at
not being caught upon entry. A few more steps and he could hide the bundle in
the pantry for only a minute. His eyes and nose peaked around the kitchen door
like a mouse in hiding. Not a soul stood in there. So now, just a few more
steps and…. was that a snore? Jimin froze, not daring to move even a finger.
Yeah, pike that would actually keep him invisible. The snore came again, but
from behind him. He turned around, searching for the source among the furniture
and bottom of the stairs. Then he heard it again, but from the couch? "Hide it
or you're going to get caught!" He nodded to himself. He switched from
tiptoeing to hopping as he entered the kitchen. Footsteps here always had a
tapping sound, so jumping from mat to mat would be quieter. Hopping to the
first mat was an easy success. He brushed a strand of silvery hair from his
face, he could do this. He estimated the force he needed for the second and
jumped into the air again. To his mind, in slow motion he watched his toes meet
the mat. He suppressed a yelp as, to his horror, the mat slipped and sent him
falling to the floor. No other choice then… he sacrificed his bottom to keep
his bundle safe. “Owwww.” Pain shot through him and he covered his mouth,
clamping his eyes shut, but the bundle remained ok and safe in his arms. He
smiled the best he could and picked himself up to finish his mini mission. He
did take a moment to rub his lower back. From this point on the pantry stood
only steps away. “Screw it.” He walked on the floor like a normal person would,
ignoring the taps that came from each step. In seconds his bundle hid among a
few cleaning supplies on the floor. “Just a minute and I'll come back.” He
whispered, parting the bundle. He walked, definitely not hopped, back to the
living room where the snoring continued.

From his angle the couch appeared empty, until he stood right behind it and saw
something that ripped a hole of guilt through his chest. Namjoon lay peaceful,
the occasional snore emanating from his throat. But wrapped up in his arms was
Seokjin, who had obviously been sleeping fitfully. A fine sheen of sweat
covered his flushed face, and his mouth gaped partially open. Jimin knew what
plagued his mind. Looking in the mirror would give the answer.

“Jimin?”

Jimin jumped at the sound of Namjoon's voice.

“Yes?”

“Where did you go?”

Jimin walked to the chair beside the couch. Once he sat down he looked Namjoon
in the eye over Seokjin’s tousled hair. Jimin flicked his own unwashed strands
from his eyes. What all would he admit? That he left, made it a few miles, then
pulled over and sat on the side of the road overlooking a lake. The glassy
water reflected the gathering clouds in the sky like a spotless mirror.
Everything stood so still, so completely silent. The smell of fresh water and
damp wood filled his lungs. He finally found a moment to think. He sat on an
old, molding stump that soaked a spot in his sweatpants. Chirps came from
different branches now and then. The road winded away less than ten feet from
him, yet this place seemed untouched by human society or his own kind. While an
eagle flew over the water, he let his hands roam to his stomach again. He shut
his eyes and he soaked in the cool atmosphere, refreshing his mind from the
constant, low rumbling fear he held in for weeks. Now he was only lost. “What
am I going to do?” He mumbled to himself. For the moment, nothing hormones and
cells filled him. What would this become in several months? Would he ever be
able love or even raise this? He opened his eyes in horror. No. This wasn't the
person who attacked him. He couldn't let that person control him like that. He
refused. He imagined a face, a child’s face. Innocent, curious, and dependent
on him to love and raise. A face that he could watch turn from a little baby
into an adult. He didn't ask for this, and the person growing in him didn't ask
for this, but that didn't matter to him anymore. What happened happened, no
changing that. Now Jimin had a new person coming into his life after everyone
he loved before could no longer be reached. He had to stop running and hiding,
because that only kept the wounds fresh. He dug, and found something he wanted.
Despite the circumstances, despite the uncertainty and the pain surrounding the
events, desire to be a good Omae grew in him so strong he felt like he was
about to fly into the air. His life held purpose, a goal, no matter how small.
He had to raise his child. His. His responsibility and nobody else's. He hopped
off the stump, about to go back to the car, when his ears picked up a rustle
among the bushes.

Well, what parts could he tell Namjoon?

He settled on words that boiled down to, “I’m sorry I left like that,” “I won't
do it again,” and “I found something, it's a gift for Seokjin.”

Namjoon raised a brow. “What is it? And…” his eyes scanned over Jimin, “where
is it?”

Maybe it would be best not to mention it sat in the pantry. “Wake up Seokjin
and I’ll bring it.” Jimin left Namjoon without another word to fetch what he
found after the most pivotal moment of his life.

-

Seokjin sluggishly opened his eyes due to his shoulder being shaken. He sniffed
and stared at Namjoon. His eyes had dark circles despite sleeping all day after
an almost sleepless night. He shifted his legs away from Namjoon so they no
longer tangled. “Help me up.” He grumbled out, starting to fall asleep again.

“Jimin’s back.”

His eyes shot open. “Really? Where is he?” Seokjin sat up himself and his gaze
swiveled around the room. The sound of Namjoon’s laughter rang in his ears, but
what did it matter if he acted ridiculous? His Jimin came back. On cue, Jimin
walked into the living room. He sat right beside Namjoon. Seokjin didn't hold
himself back. He threw his arms around the younger Omega, and Jimin stiffened
underneath him for a moment, but melted into the embrace. Namjoon cleared his
throat, and Seokjin pulled away. One hand stayed on Jimin’s back. Jimin’s hands
sat in his own lap, playing with a small bundle of cloth.

“For you, here. Sorry.” Jimin offered the bundle and Seokjin took it into his
own lap. It’s weight seemed off. The couch dipped more as Jimin scooted closer,
and Namjoon rested his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder. Then the bundle shifted.

“Oh my god, why did it move!”

“Open it.” Jimin laughed, taking one of Seokjin’s hands and placing it in top
of the bundle. He carefully began to peel back the layers to see the center.

“If you brought a live animal Jimin, I swear I'm going to-” he gasped, “Awwww,
it's so cute!” In the little nest on his lap curled a small puppy. It appeared
to be a domesticated breed, but probably mixed. “Where did you get this?” He
stroked the coppery, smooth fur of the pup.

“It's a she, and she was was just hiding in the bushes. I didn't see any
others, and the mother was gone.”

“Aww, poor thing.” The puppy was healthy, still probably needed to see a vet
anyway, and its eyes sealed itself shut in dreams. The thought crossed his mind
that this puppy found itself in a similar dilemma to Jimin, being alone and
them found by a stranger. He didn't voice this idea, but Namjoon detected the
shadow of it in the back of his own head. He shifted slightly. Seokjin turned
to him and placed the puppy in his hands. “You name her.” Namjoon smiled fondly
at the puppy curled in the cup of his palms.

“Later, I'm gonna wash her first, and she'll be hungry when she wakes.” He
started to stand when Jimin reached out across Seokjin to grab his sleeve.

“Wait!” He swallowed, “I… want to talk to you, and Seokjin, together.”

Namjoon sat down again and Jimin retreated his arm which almost knocked
Seokjin's head. “It's about how you found me.”

Namjoon nodded, “Ok.”

Jimin chewed on his lip. It took him a minute before he composed the right
words in his mouth and delivered them. “I already told Seokjin a little, but
there's more.” He went into details of how he awoke in the forest confused and
alone, and that he had no memories of what happened in the hours leading to
that moment. He confirmed Namjoon’s suspicions that he had somehow been
attacked and raped. “I can't go home. My parents are… traditional. They believe
a touched Omega without a mate becomes worthless. I can't lie to them, they had
me examined regularly.” When he finished his head hung low. The puppy whined,
but didn't wake. “I need to know something. Have you anything heard about the
Heir of the Park clan?" He lifted his gaze to see Namjoon and Seokjin’s
response.

Both sat confused by his sudden interest in political families. “Jimin, nobody
even knows who he is.” Seokjin said, and Namjoon continued his thought.

“We won't hear anything until he turns twenty-one.”

“So there's no news?” Jimin leaned forward in anticipation.

Seokjin glanced at Namjoon. “You're from the Park clan, don't you know this?”
He tilted his head.

Jimin sighed. So his parents decided to keep his disappearance a secret. Should
he feel hurt or relieved? That didn't matter. He had to be honest with Seokjin
and Namjoon. “You may not believe me, but I'm the Heir of the Park clan.”

Dead silence.

Seokjin blinked. “Jimin… I, I can believe you, but if you're the heir of the
Park clan, how would someone manage to drag you into a forest?”

Namjoon spoke up, “It would actually be relatively simple. The Park clan
doesn't use most modern technology, remember?”

“Right, they're so isolated. No offense.” Seokjin lifted a hand. Jimin
shrugged, and Seokjin continued. “Wow, so you're royalty. I can see it now,
because you look like your parents.”
Jimin wrung his hands.
Nervousness bubbled just below the surface. “Now that you know who I am, I
understand if you don't want me here anymore.”

Seokjin pursed his lips. “Nonsense, you're staying whether you want to or not.
That's what you get for scaring me today.” It was a joke, but he really meant
it. Jimin’s situation held so much more dangerous than they'd ever realized. If
he returned to his family he would be killed. The Park clan was notorious for
its strict traditional values. Seokjin stood, throwing on a smile to hide the
dark nature of his thoughts. “I'm going to the kitchen. Anything specific you
two want for lunch?” Both shook their heads.
 
Namjoon stood up as well. “Mini needs to be washed.”

Jimin smiled, “That's what you're naming her?”

Namjoon nodded. “Hey, Jinnie,” Seokjin raised his brows, “tomorrow we’re going
to town. We need to pick up toys and puppy formula.”

“Ok,” Seokjin nodded, “come help me with the food Jimin.” Before Namjoon left
the room, Seokjin called out, “Remember to take your suppressants, it’s full
moon tonight!”

“Got it!” Namjoon flashed a thumbs up before ascending the stairs.
Chapter End Notes
     .....and from this point on things will be sooOOOOO much more
     interesting. Can't wait!
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***** Attacks *****
Chapter Summary
     He began to notice the looks he received when he showed his face in
     public.
     The heavy smell of an Alpha entered his lungs. “Hey! Let go of-”
     The cold steel of a blade pressed against Jimin’s lower spine.
     -
     “Someone please help me! My friend, an Omega, he's being attacked in
     that alley! Hey! Help! Help me! My friend’s in trouble!”
     -
     Anger boiled in Namjoon.
     -
     Namjoon grabbed his hand and tilted it to see the blood himself,
     confirming what he saw. “Jimin, we have to take you to the hospital.”
     “It's still too early.” He grabbed Namjoon’s shirt, clinging to it
     like a lifeline. “Namjoon, it's too early!”
Chapter Notes
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     Well, this one is WAY more interesting. ;)
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8 months later

Jimin gagged. “Apples and chicken? That sounds disgusting!” He scooped up the
little jar and gently placed it on top of the rest in a grocery basket on
Seokjin’s arm. He turned around to scan the rows further.

The older Omega raised a brow at his back. “He won't need these for a few
months. He's not even born yet.”

Jimin looked over his shoulder “I know. I'm going to freeze it and save money.”
He returned to the shelves, looking for what he found interesting.

“Is that safe?”

Jimin dismissed him, waving his hand. “I'll look it up later.” He turned back
around holding a few more jars in his palms, adding them to the pile. He
frowned as they clanked into the rest already stacked and weighing the basket
down. “Are you really, really sure about carrying that? I’m pregnant, I don't
have a broken arm. I can handle it.” He reached out to take the burden off of
Seokjin’s arm.

Seokjin ignored and evaded Jimin’s offer by swerving around and pointing out
another type of baby food, this one being bacon flavored formula. Jimin seemed
to have developed a strange taste after all. Maybe his baby would too. “What
about that?”

Jimin wrinkled his nose. He tasted the bile in the back of his throat. “Mm-mm.
That’s nasty. Bacon shouldn't be a liquid.” He walked the best he could down
the aisle. They were done for the day. If Jimin had to encounter one more gross
baby food he would vomit right there in the aisle. Besides, carrying a baby for
eight months nearly pushed him to his limit. He’d gained so much weight, he
constantly had to pee, everything seemed swollen, his cheeks were more
noticeably “squishy,” and sometimes he even found himself so dizzy that he had
to lay down. The first time a spell hit him Namjoon was the only one present.
When Jimin stumbled and fell into his arms, the Alpha panicked and rushed him
to the hospital, despite the younger’s protests once he became alert again. Of
course, they came home to a giggling and red-faced Seokjin once it was
explained to Namjoon that the dizziness was just another part of the
experience. But for today Jimin’s head stayed clear.

Seokjin followed behind closely, his free hand placed firmly on the small of
Jimin’s back. He helped to ward off the wandering fingers of strangers drawn to
touch the smaller Omega’s belly. If he learned one about Jimin over the course
of several months, Jimin didn't like to be touched by strangers. More than that
actually. When unknown hands first started to reach out, one seemed to invite
more and more, people just being curious. The unwelcome contact nearly threw
Jimin into a panic attack. Seokjin had to force the people to leave before
pulling Jimin into a secluded area where he comforted him and reassured him
that he was ok. Seokjin and Namjoon believed that Jimin may have been different
before, less skittish, but ever since the accident that brought them together,
Jimin hated being touched without knowing who those hands belonged to.

After scanning their items and paying on Namjoon’s card, the two Omegas exited
the building, welcoming the blast of Summer heat that poured down from the
September sun. After only a minute of strolling down the street, perspiration
made Jimin’s neck, back, and face sticky. As his symptoms increased and his
energy decreased, he normally stayed home resting when Namjoon and Seokjin went
to their little town, the only nearby civilization. He began to notice the
looks he received when he showed his face in public. This led to him only
appearing when he had a doctor's appointment or other such business. Since they
belonged to no official clan, no laws bound Jimin to being punished for his
“crime.” People here still noticed that he didn't have a mate, and yet he
carried a child. All they could do was glare at him in hostility. If looks
could kill… But Jimin was not the only one they glared at. Eyes always traveled
from his body to the person walking beside him, Seokjin. The people of this
town knew well by now about Seokjin's infertility, and yet an Alpha mated him.
A healthy Alpha who “should have gone to someone worth it.” Because of this, if
Seokjin walked alone it wasn't uncommon for him to find harsh words, spit, or
even threats thrown his way, especially by single Omegas still looking for a
mate or Alphas who enjoyed the power. Today though, they stuck together. Even
with Namjoon off buying food for the week, the two of them had a better chance
of staying safe together than alone. Yet, it irked Jimin that these people
wouldn't even dare to glance at them if Namjoon were present. A lonely Omega
was too easy of prey.

Seokjin’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket.

     Joonie: Waiting for you guys at the car. Found a new toy for Mini. ^^
Seokjin showed the text to Jimin, and a grin spread on his face as his slightly
chapped lips read the words out loud.
They turned at the corner of a brick building, and suddenly Seokjin’s arm
crossed Jimin’s path, forcing him to stop and almost fall in the process. “Ah!
Hey-” Seokjin caught him and turned him by his shoulders. Everything became a
blur. Bricks, street, sky, concrete, all melded as gray lumps in his vision.
Seokjin’s grip didn't lift as he roughly dragged Jimin in the opposite
direction. Even when Jimin complained about being bruised, the fingers clamping
down on him only tightened their hold. Weaving through the pedestrians on the
street enjoying their day, some of them clutching ice cream in their hands,
Seokjin pushed him forward. As the crowd thickened his pace slowed, until they
almost came to a standstill in the center of the street. Jimin panted despite
the ease of the exercise. But Seokjin… Jimin sensed something wrong. Seokjin’s
eyes were blown wide and he turned his head this way and that, taking in the
full circle of their surroundings. He reminded Jimin of TV shows that showed
antelopes or zebras who caught the scent of a lion. “Seokjin, why did you have
to grab so hard- what?” Large hands, much larger and stronger than Seokjin’s,
grabbed ahold of him and firmly guided him forward. The heavy smell of an Alpha
entered his lungs. “Hey! Let go of-”

Slap

Stars appeared in the midday sky.

“Shut up, bitch, or you get a knife in the back.” The cold steel of a blade
pressed against Jimin’s lower spine. Beside him Seokjin struggled in the same
dilemma, held by a large Alpha who he knew also carried a weapon. The Omegas
did as told. They obediently let the Alphas escort them back the way they came,
into an alley laced by trash and shaded from the intense rays of the sun. Feet
away people walked by minding their own daily business, oblivious to or
ignoring the scene happening right beside them. Jimin bit his tongue to stop
himself from calling for help. He couldn't risk a smooth blade plunging into
his side. Deep in the alley they stopped in front of several men, all hidden by
hats pulled down shadowing their faces.

“Who are-” His question ended in a garbled mess when a heavy hand that smelled
like gasoline clamped over his mouth. One of the men before them lifted his
head, revealing a lean and handsome face. Plenty of Omegas would have fallen
for his perfect symmetry and dark eyes that held a mischievous gleam in their
depths.

“Oh! A familiar face!” The Alpha clapped his hands. “So Seokjinnie dear,
Namjoon got tired of you and knocked up this slut? Decided he wants some babies
afterall, huh?” He smiled, showing his sharp teeth. "That's what I heard." No
words crossed Seokjin’s lips. He didn't look the all too familiar voice in the
eye, despite the sound of footfalls on pavement getting louder step by step.
“You should just leave him. You'd make great money as my whore you know, with
that pretty little face of yours and those sweet lips. Alphas would be all over
you. And the best part? They won't even have to worry about a condom cause
you're all empty. Just like before.” Seokjin would have kept his stance of not
caring, not giving a single fuck, if he hadn't heard the whimpers to his left.
“Who’s this? I seen him following you like a lost puppy since he first showed
up. Ahhhhh, but that smell. Lift his chin, will you?”

Seokjin’s eyes whipped around to see Jimin being restrained by strong Alpha
arms that wrapped around him, and a blade held to his chin forced him to lift
his head, exposing his neck. The Alpha that spoke buried his face in the crook
of Jimin's neck and breathed in deep breaths. Jimin jerked back, earning
another slap from the Alpha who trapped him. The Alpha enjoying his scent
pulled back a little, but placed his hands on Jimin’s stomach. “Now dear, don't
be shy.” He nibbled the sensitive skin above Jimin’s vein. The Omega whimpered
and bit his lip, scrunching his eyes shut. The smell of pregnant Omegas somehow
allured Alphas. Maybe that was to help Alphas know that particular Omega should
be protected and loved. Unfortunately it could also lead to moments like this
with unrestrained Alphas. Poor Jimin couldn't help himself. Seokjin opened his
mouth to warn him against doing something stupid, but Jimin already kicked his
assailant.

“Argh!” He hit Jimin across the face for the third time, and this time Jimin
didn't lift his head back up.

Seokjin swallowed, sweat beading on his forehead. “Daeho! Don't touch him
again!” The Alpha that smelled Jimin, Daeho, turned his attention to Seokjin
who held his gaze steadily. Their eyes met and burned into each other. Memories
surfaced in Seokjin’s mind. In his time lost and alone this Alpha tormented him
so many times, and no one ever stood up for him because of their statuses. It
would be the same today. Both Seokjin and Jimin were the lowest of the low,
surrounded by Alphas, and their intentions weren't clear yet. Knowing their
business, he had a few guesses. He reached out, hoping his connection with
Namjoon could save them. If they were lucky, they would be unharmed and only
lose their money or something before Namjoon came. If he came. He detected a
trace of their connected thoughts and emotions, but it stretched so thin at
this distance. Would Namjoon receive anything? He grasped onto every little
speck and spark of it before Daeho’s sharp voice snatched him away from his
task.

“This one’s useless right now.” He pointed at Jimin who haf lifted his face
again, but his expression looked down and defeated. He slumped against his
guard. “Throw him out.” Then Daeho turned back to Seokjin sporting a wicked
smirk. “This one on the other hand, wanna try working for my business again?
You were so good last time, would've made lots more money if you hadn't left
out of blue.” He ended on a bitter note, but his hand came up to cup Seokjin’s
cheek. From the corner of his eye Seokjin watched the other Alphas dragging
Jimin away. Daeho’s voice turned absolutely devilish. “It's been too long
Seokjinnie. Watcha been up to?”

Seokjin couldn't change forms right now. The alley walls crushed in too narrow
for that. The warm body of the Alpha behind him disappeared, leaving him
trapped between Daeho rough bricks. He narrowed his eyes to slits. “You can't
touch me again. I won't let you. Besides, my mate is on his way right now.”

Daeho’s face leaned in inches from his own. His smile revealed his long teeth.
“Ah Seokjinnie, I know when you're bluffing.”

He was bluffing. He had no clue if Namjoon even suspected something wrong.
Namjoon could be waiting in the car, confused about why his mate never messaged
him back and hadn't shown up yet. Seokjin flinched when Daeho's breath
fluttered across his neck.

No way he would just let Daeho take him again.

-

Jimin moaned and lifted his head from the dusty street. Standing up from the
ground turned into a struggling task. His own body worked against him now. He
shielded his eyes from the sun and spotted the opening of the alley. Small,
muffled sounds like grunts came from it. “Seokjin!” He shouted, going to its
ominous entrance. He reached the opening but realized he couldn't do anything.
Seokjin, surrounded by five different Alphas, fought to defend himself. Not
only that, he struck back in attacks. In his wolf form he might have had a
chance, but not like this. Jimin flew around back into the street. “Someone
please help me! My friend, an Omega, he's being attacked in that alley! Hey!
Help! Help me! My friend’s in trouble!” Jimin shouted out, but not one person
even batted an eyelash. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He went back
to the alley, and to his horror Seokjin’s shirt fluttered, ripped in half,
dangling from his exposed shoulders. A heavy blow landed on Seokjin’s head, and
he fell to the ground completely limp. “Seokjin!” Jimin stepped back into the
alley, tunnel vision narrowed down to Seokjin. Then an Alpha grabbed him and
carried him back out, throwing him onto the street. His body slammed into the
ground, and Jimin gasped, wrapping his arms around his midsection. People
walked around him without even glancing down. He didn't know if he could get up
again, he ached so much. He fought his way onto his elbows, and a familiar
scent reached out to him through all the others that permeated the air.

“Namjoon!”

-

Don't worry Seokjin, I'm coming, I'm on my way.

Namjoon could tell where Seokjin stood through their connection. It grew into
stronger threads, tying them together as the distance between them closed. He
raced past the crowd, not caring if he hit someone on his way. Curses were
thrown at him, but no one dared to go after him. Namjoon’s frantic pace only
increased when the connection suddenly dulled, becoming hazy. His stomach
clenched. Seokjin had been hurt in some way. He lifted his hands in a cup
around his mouth, ready to call out for his mate. But then…

“Namjoon!”

Namjoon stopped running and pinpointed the noise in the crowd. “Jimin!” The
little Omega lay on both the ground and the verge of tears. “Jimin are you ok?”

Jimin nodded many times as Namjoon came to his aid. Strong but gentle arms
wrapped around his sides and helped him to his feet. He leaned into the Alpha,
drinking in the familiar scent. Namjoon embraced him, messaging his back,
relieved to see him ok. Jimin's shaky finger pointed towards the alley. “S-
Seokjin. Namjoon, Seokjin is…” Namjoon nodded and let Jimin go.

Jimin sniffled once as Namjoon disappeared around the corner where Seokjin and
the bad Alphas were. He paced back and forth, taking deep breathes until he
somewhat calmed down. He didn't hear anything, but he watched as the Alphas ran
from the alley seconds after Namjoon walked in. They looked for easy prey, not
a fight. When he was sure that the alley cleared, Jimin walked back in. A knot
of anxiety twisted in his chest. How was Seokjin?

-

Anger boiled in Namjoon. He watched in sick satisfaction as the last Alpha
scrambled out the alley to save his own skin. To them, Seokjin wasn't worth
fighting for. To Namjoon, his mate was his whole world. He relaxed his breath
and emotions. It wouldn't do anymore to suddenly become a giant wolf, although
he’d considered it on his way. Seokjin needed him now like this.

Seokjin lay in the gutter of the alley, his clothes partially ripped off,
various marks decorating his skin like Christmas lights on a tree, and the
scent of other Alphas lingered heavily over him. Namjoon’s instincts told him
to get that scent off immediately by marking him, but he pushed that aside for
what Seokjin needed. He looked at the especially big bruise forming on
Seokjin’s temple and the blood oozing through his split lip. His right wrist
turned red, swelling up which concerned him. He heard Jimin's soft footsteps
getting closer.

“Is he…?” Jimin’s trembling voice asked. Namjoon faced him, and the Omega stood
wringing his hands, his head hung low.

“I think his wrist is hurt, but he’ll be ok.” Namjoon lifted up Seokjin. “Come
on, we’re going to the hospital.”

“I'm so sorry Namjoon, I don't-” Jimin burst out, but Namjoon interrupted him.

“Jimin, you did everything you could. He’ll be ok, I promise.” He walked away,
Jimin trailing behind. He didn't know how to respond to Jimin’s next words.

“I know people don't like us, but why would nobody help? We were attacked right
in front of them.”

-

3 Days later

“Jimin, are you ok?” Seokjin asked while adjusting the strap that supported his
cracked wrist’s brace. Their trip to the hospital revealed the extent of the
injury. Luckily, that turned out to be the worst of it. The cuts on his face
disappeared already, and the bruise that marred his skin, which had turned a
frightening shade of purple, finally started to fade into yellow. He stood
healthy and alert, waiting for Jimin’s answer. The younger Omega didn't respond
yet. He buried his face in one hand while the other rested on his stomach. The
late-morning light streaming inside threw his unique shadow on the cabinets.

“I just… don't feel right.” He leaned against the counter. “Can we shut the
curtains? Please?” Seokjin couldn't see Jimin’s eyes past his fingers, but his
forehead wrinkled and his brows knitted together.

Namjoon walked into the kitchen, planting a quick peck on Seokjin’s lips. “Why
are we cutting the light off?” Jimin uncovered his face and gave a strained
smiled to the Alpha.

Seokjin popped a grape in his mouth. “Jimin doesn't feel well.” He offered a
grape to Jimin, and frowned when the younger one shook his head. Jimin's face
flushed and his eyes weighed heavy. “Jimin, do you want to lay down?” Seokjin
asked. Jimin nodded and left without a word. Seokjin’s gaze followed him until
he disappeared on the other side of the couch.

-

The light became too much. His eyes burned from it, and nausea slowly creeped
into his stomach. Jimin’s body felt like melting into the couch. He craved
relief, but for the past few days his symptoms only grew more intense. He could
especially see the affects on his feet which swelled to a size he didn't care
to admit. His weight spiked even though he hadn't changed his diet. He never
expected his hands to swell or his eyes to start acting up. Flashes of light
fluttered across his vision like sparks. Whereas the sun pounded down on his
skin a few days ago, pain did the same from inside his head. To sum it all up,
his whole body ached. His dinner the night before sloshed and bubbled inside.
He forced his will to carry him to the bathroom on the ground floor. Seokjin
and Namjoon wouldn't appreciate vomit flying onto the wood. He knew their
forgiveness came easily for any accidents at least. He had no spare moment to
bother shutting the door for privacy. In seconds he sat on his knees bent over
the toilet emptying the contents of his stomach.

Round one.

He lay down for a few more minutes when sickness struck him again, sending him
back to the bathroom retching.

He lay back on the couch, thick sweat making everything sticky, and the loss of
fluids left his mouth parched and his throat sore. Even his tongue swelled up
now. The red light traveling through his lids turned black. He opened his eyes,
and Namjoon beside him holding the most beautiful sight. A clear glass of water
rippling in a plain, ordinary cup. He lifted Jimin’s head and tipped the liquid
into his mouth. A little moan of relief escaped him. The coolness trickled in
him and spread all the way to his fingers. His heart set itself on gulping down
every sip, but Namjoon pulled the cup away before he finished. Jimin whimpered
and opened his lips to ask Namjoon why he did that so rudely. The way Namjoon
looked at him stopped him. Namjoon’s eyes were blown wide and fixed on a single
point on Jimin’s face. Jimin blinked and patted his face. “Namjoon, what is
it?” He pulled his fingers back, and a layer of deep crimson, warm blood coated
his prints.

Namjoon grabbed his hand and tilted it to see the blood himself, confirming
what he saw. “Jimin, we have to take you to the hospital.”

Jimin flinched, “No, please don't. I'll clean up in the bathroom, I have to
puke again anyways.” He sat up groaning and walked past Namjoon, nut the Alpha
quickly held his wrist in a tight grip.

“Jimin, you're not ok. Think about this reasonably or you're going to hurt
yourself and your baby.”

Jimin twisted his arm away. “I said I'm fine.” He turned again, determined not
to make a big deal of nothing. “Ah!” He doubled over in pain, sharp pain that
stabbed his abdomen and blurred his vision. The room spun as he fell, but the
floor never hit. Namjoon’s arms came around him again, keeping his body from
falling. He leaned his weight into the Alpha. He tilted his gaze up. Namjoon’s
lips moved rapidly, but Jimin didn't understand what he said. His name? A drop
of blood from his nose collided into his lip. Then it hit. Did he already enter
labor? “It's still too early.” He grabbed Namjoon’s shirt, clinging to it like
a lifeline. “Namjoon, it's too early!” Even his own voice carried nothing but a
mess of garbled sound to his ears. “Namjoon, Namjoon what's happening?” His
body fell numb to him. His vision clouded over and his eyes rolled back. The
last thing he saw was nothing but moving, fuzzy images.
Chapter End Notes
     Just so you know, those baby foods I mentioned actually exist. XD
     I've seen chicken & apples at work, and I looked up weird baby food
     flavors when I saw the bacon flavored baby formula.
***** Hello World *****
Chapter Summary
     Hoseok lifted his hands in the air. “Woah. Slow down, and follow me
     calmly, both of you.”
     “We’re severely short right now. There's no one qualified to take
     proper care of his condition.”
     -
     “We’re ready to begin.” Namjoon nodded and drew deep breaths.
     More instructions rang out, more cuts dug deeper, but Namjoon refused
     to look at that mess of blood and organs being shifted.
     Namjoon gripped his hand tighter to prepare Jimin for the news.
     “That's your baby.”
     Jimin’s smile faded a little. Then his eyes. His skin paled. Then the
     nurses' voices became clear.
     “Sir, you have to leave.”
Chapter Notes
     So before we begin, I know pretty much nothing about the medical
     world. I've read a bit to try and get SOME things correct, but don't
     expect pristine accuracy. XD
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jung Hoseok pushed his hair back, allowing his forehead to shine in the
fluorescent light of the hospital. His left hand carried a smooth and dark
leather bag, like a sculpture of ebony. The silver handle fitted to his hand
perfectly. It complemented his white hospital outfit and strawberry blond hair.
The cute Omega nurses smiled and waved as he passed down the hall. They would
probably be fighting over who could take him.
 
Well, if he wasn't a Beta they would.

He grew used to it of course, the cycle. He met a nice Omega, they talked, they
went out together a few times on dates, but it always ended because he didn't
have the status they desired. He never held grudges. He understood that their
nature pushed them, and he accepted that. Besides, he had no time for a serious
relationship. His work didn't tie him to a hospital or regular home, he
traveled as a physician. Today he planned to leave this place and continue on
his way helping whoever he could in whatever towns he passed. Clans made no
difference to him by now. Sliding doors covered in stickers and ads opened for
him automatically. He entered the quiet parking lot, and shielded his eyes to
the west. Did the sun set that much already? He squinted, turning his eyes away
from the golden orb that peeked over shadowed trees. Faded warmth of the late
Summer evening wrapped around him, bathing him of the sterile hospital smells
and replacing them with the scent of damp grass and a nearby lake. Frogs
croaked, birds chirped, insects buzzed, and flashes of lightning bugs looked
like tiny yellow fairies flitting on the edge of the woods. He sensed small
animals' shining eyes watching him from their safety net of leaves. They were
aware of his species, knowing that his deadliness exceeded any human they
encountered. He smiled though. He wouldn't hurt them. He took a step forward,
making his way through the parking lot. He didn't have a car himself since he
walked everywhere, but a hotel lay just a mile down the road. The sun wouldn't
even be gone by the time he reached it. He contemplated what he should grab for
dinner. Any restaurants on the way? Or would the hotel itself have options?

screerrrrrrrreeeeeEEEEETTTTTTT

Rubber on pavement ruined the quiet, calming atmosphere. It interrupted
Hoseok's thoughts and he turned his head until he spotted a car that rushed
into the parking lot, nearly hit three other cars, then parked over three
spaces horizontally before figures jumped out. Three of them. The tallest
carried the smallest which was either really fat or heavily pregnant. Still,
their jerky movements and rushed voices told him something was off. Worry
filled their faces. He trotted over to them and caught up, matching their pace
to the doors. The one not burdened with a person and wearing a cast saw his
uniform. His face lit. “Doctor!” He waved his hand, running to stand right in
front of Hoseok. The other followed him.

Now closer, Hoseok clearly saw the baby bump giving away pregnancy, but the
Omega looked far too young to be so. Blood stains trailed over his papery skin.
The one wrapped in a cast, and Omega by his smell, spoke up first. “Please help
us. My, my friend here is eight months pregnant and he was feeling bad today,
then he couldn't stop throwing up, then his nose started bleeding and he passed
out, and we-” His words all came out like one.

Hoseok lifted his hands in the air. “Woah. Slow down, and follow me calmly,
both of you.” The Alpha and Omega nodded fervently. Hoseok led them back
through the automatic doors, and straight to where the help they needed. “Is he
in labor?”

The Alpha shook his head. “We don't know. He fainted, and we have no clue
what's wrong.”

Hoseok nodded. He pulled the Omega aside as nurses swarmed him. They left him
standing alone as the nurses wheeled the pregnant Omega deeper into the
hospital. Hoseok opened his mouth to ask for their names when a nurse tugged on
his sleeve, pulling him to the side. He beckoned for Hoseok to lean down.

“We’re severely short right now. There's no one qualified to take proper care
of his condition.” The nurse worried his lip.

This little, local hospital had one flaw, too few staff members and too many
emergencies. Hoseok shook his head and glanced at the couple who looked at him
expectantly, waiting for news. “I'll do it.” He whispered. The nurse nodded and
told him which room to go to. Then Hoseok walked back to the couple. He shook
both their hands. “I'm Hoseok, I'll take of of…?”

The Omega clung to the Alpha’s arm, “Jimin is his name."

Hoseok nodded and continued, “Jimin. First I need to examine him. You can wait
in the designated area for the report.” He pointed at a waiting area filled by
chairs, toys for children, outdated magazines from both their society and human
society, and two TVs mounted on the wall. 
 
The Alpha nodded and guided his Omega to the seats. “Thank you, Dr. Hoseok.”
The Omega kept glancing over his shoulder on the way to the waiting seats.
Hoseok didn't stand around to watch them sit. As soon as he acknowledged the
Alpha’s thanks, he spun on his heels and walked hastily to his Omega patient,
Jimin. In all his time he never dealt with a pregnant Omega like this. His
usual cases were simple injuries or illness, not complications in pregnancy. No
one else stepped up though, so Hoseok dug up confidence in his ability to step
up to the task. If he didn't, he risked multiple lives. On the other side of
doors without handles a nurse busied himself taking measurements like
temperature, blood pressure, breathing, and other information that might help
them discover the problem. Hoseok didn't believe Jimin's labor started, not
shaping his symptoms. Something else went wrong. Laying on the table, in the
blue hospital gown and bathed in artificial light, Jimin’s skin looked icy. His
head tilted away from the wall and his lips parted slightly showing a small
sliver of black cavern and teeth. Small, young, where did his mate go? Jimin
moved his head, wincing in the bright lights. Hoseok dropped his task to stand
by the Omega's face, hand on his cheek to guide his eyes. Jimin’s pupils fell
in and out of focus, but Hoseok saw them landing on him. “Jimin, can you hear
me?” Jimin didn't respond, but his bottom lip twitched. “I’m Jung Hoseok, I'm
your doctor today, ok Jimin?” Jimin blinked. Hoseok had to accept that as his
answer, whatever it meant. The nurse came to Hoseok’s side, showing him the
results for Jimin’s blood pressure. “Oh……” Hoseok paled as white as Jimin, “I
know what's going on.”
 
-

Hoseok approached the couple again on swift feet, but he wanted nothing more
than to run out of the building then and there. The Alpha heard his footsteps
and turned. Hoseok hid his worried expression behind his doctor’s mask of calm
and collected. In his own work he preferred to be totally transparent, but
hospitals called for more professionalism. The couple stood, and Hoseok cleared
his throat, “I’m afraid Jimin has severe preeclampsia.” Confusion came over
both of their faces, so Hoseok explained. “To save Jimin and the baby from
permanent damage we have to operate immediately to terminate the pregnancy. You
said he was eight months along, do you have a specific number of weeks?”

Both of their faces crashed, and the Omega answered his question through his
quivering voice. “He's at thirty-six weeks.” The Alpha wrapped his arms around
the Omega.

Hoseok brought his fingers together. His doctor talk took over. “I can assure
you that the baby will be ok. We will probably put him on oxygen until he's
ready, but other than that he will be ok, and Jimin as well. When the pregnancy
is over his body will return to normal. One more thing before we begin,” his
eyes darted back and forth between the pair, “only one of you is allowed to be
with him in the operation.”

The Omega’s eyes widened. “What? No, you have to make an exception, please!”
Tears welled up.

Hoseok would have accepted the heartbroken request if he officially worked
here. “I'm sorry, it's policy, and I can't change that.”

The Omega slumped in defeat. His Alpha stroked his hair, “Jin, I’ll go.”

The Omega’s gaze snapped up to his mate. “Joon…”

“I know how much you wanted to be there for him, but I'll keep him calm and
make him feel safer. You know that. It's for Jimin’s sake.”

The Omega, “Jin,” bit his lip, but nodded. “You're right. For Jimin.” He let go
of the Alpha and Hoseok wrung his hands apologetically.

“I'm sorry it has to be this way. But you'll see the baby and Jimin soon. Both
of them will be safe.”

Jin slowly nodded, but he didn't reply further. Hoseok turned away to go to the
operating room, and the Alpha followed him. Nurses took the Alpha to be
sanitized and instructed about what he stepped into. Hoseok went his own way to
prepare for the surgery before him, his first ever cesarean.

-

Namjoon didn't actually pay much attention to everything the nurses droned on
about. He couldn't. His mind split between worry for his mate who he left
behind, and anxiety for Jimin's ordeal ahead. The fact that the nurses believed
him to be the Apae scraped his nerves. In a blur of lights and halls he stood
outside the doors of the room where, in a few minutes, Jimin would be cut open.
His fingers shook, he kept swallowing even if his mouth tasted like bitter
metal, and his stomach did multiple flips. No way he would allow himself to
puke onto his face mask or hospital scrubs. The nurse inatructed him to wait
here until Jimin’s spinal finished. Something like that. They told him he would
be allowed in, and then the surgery would begin. He couldn't stay still. His
feet carried him back and forth in a continuous pattern. Why did his mind eat
away at him? It presented scenarios where Jimin lost too much blood, Jimin's
medicines failed, alarms started singing. Nurses assured him that Jimin would
be fine. He had to calm down if he wanted to help Jimin calm down. He and Jimin
didn't share a mating bond, but Jimin knew his scent. Jimin needed the scent of
a calm, familiar Alpha. The door to the operating room opened and he jumped. A
nurse wearing a matching white face mask peaked his head out. “We’re ready to
begin.” Namjoon nodded and drew deep breaths. "For Jimin. Stay calm for
Jimin..." He muttered, passing through the doors. Inside, his eyes darted
straight to the Omega on the operating table. A curtain separated Jimin's head
and shoulders from the sight of the surgery. Namjoon focused on Jimin’s face,
because if he looked down at the stomach he knew he would race out. Jimin's
eyelids were sealed. He looked so fragile, like the slightest touch could
shatter his skin. Namjoon glanced at Hoseok, the person he trusted with Jimin’s
life. He sat in the chair designated for him beside Jimin’s head. His turned
his eyes away from the explicitly bloody sight of instruments cutting into
delicate skin. Hoseok calmly doled out instructions to the nurses by his side,
but Namjoon didn't pay attention to them. He wrapped one hand around Jimin’s
smaller palm, and used the other to brush back his silver hair. Seokjin did
that a lot, maybe it helped the younger Omega relax. Jimin’s eyes fluttered and
he tilted his head to look at Namjoon. He managed to smile at Jimin's sickly
gaze, but he knew that his small grin never reached his eyes. Jimin wouldn't be
able to tell considering how glazed his own eyes had become. Namjoon leaned in
closer so he could whisper straight into Jimin's ear. “Hey, you feel anything?”
Jimin shook his head, small motions to the left and right. Namjoon fondly
traced his thumb across the Omega's temple. “Do you know what's going on?”
Again, Jimin groggily shook his head. Namjoon debated within himself whether or
not to explain that Jimin’s pregnancy would end today. Could the information
help Jimin? Or would he be thrown into panic? More instructions rang out, more
cuts dug deeper, but Namjoon refused to look at that mess of blood and organs
being shifted. He needed to make a decision now, but his chance escaped him.
One second only the medical personal spoke, then tiny coughs and one long,
piercing cry rang out behind him. A smile tugged on his mouth. He couldn't help
but grin at Jimin, who looked confused by the noise and surroundings. “Jimin,
hear that?” Jimin nodded. Namjoon gripped his hand tighter to prepare Jimin for
the news. “That's your baby.”

Jimin blinked a few times, comprehension growing in his eyes. He tried to lift
his head. “Let... let me see him. Where is he?” His daze weakened him, and he
didn't succeed in lifting his head over an inch. Namjoon gently settled him
back down. The light blue form of Hoseok's scrubs entered his view, eyes curled
into crescents above his mask. Hoseok stood by him, and nestled in his arms lay
a loosely bundled white blanket. A tiny head of thin, black hair poked out,
wrapped and snuggled in the cloth. "Here..." Hoseok lowered the blanket and
tilted it, revealing a little red face still upset about his rude awakening.
The baby's cheeks puffed and his eyes hadn't opened yet. Jimin didn't laugh or
cry, but choked out something in between. His free hand reached up to touch the
soft, slightly damp new skin of his baby’s face. “I-I'm not crying.” He said,
but his eyes shimmered.

Hoseok smiled warmly, “He's five pounds and two ounces, and he’s a little early
so for now he has to stay in the NICU. But we’ll get him back to Omae as soon
as you're both ready.”

Jimin nodded, but bit his lip. His touch stayed on his baby until Hoseok walked
away. His arm lingered, reaching out through air so purified it stung his nose.
He looked back at Namjoon. Despite watery eyes he smiled.

Namjoon chuckled. Jimin's expression turned a little dazed again. Dazed, but
happy. He kissed the Omega's forehead, “You did it.” He stroked his thumb
across Jimin’s cheek. After all the anxiety and rushing, he savored the quiet.
The nurses' voices on the other side of the curtain rose. Why couldn't they
simply finish their work and leave them in peace in a recovery room? He shook
his head and focused on Jimin. “I'm proud of you. Your baby’s gonna be ok, and
you're gonna be a good Omae, and Seokjin and I will help you along the way.
Everything's going to be ok now.” He combed his fingers through the Omega's
silver hair. Jimin’s smile faded a little. Then his eyes. His skin paled. Then
the nurses' voices became clear.
“Sir, you have to leave.”

More voices filled the room as people wearing scrubs flooded in. Jimin’s eyes
closed and his head rolled back, hitting the board in a quiet yet ominous thud.
One long breath sighed past his lips and teeth. Namjoon hadn't moved a single
inch yet. “Jimin?” The Omega’s hand slipped out of his. “Jimin!” Nurses tugged,
pulling him away. Jimin got smaller and smaller, and soon the nurses blocked
his view of the body that every light focused on. Machines buzzed and beeped,
signaling that something wrong. “Jimin!" He rounded on the nurses. "What's
happening? You have to tell me!” He pushed back, but they were a group and him
just one. They overpowered him and sent him past the doors, slamming them shut
behind him. The boom in his ears echoed long after the sound waves dispersed in
the dim hall.

-

Boom

Seokjin jolted awake. "What was that...?" Echoes traveled from a hall far to
his right across the lobby. His thoughts went into overdrive. Should he
investigate? Should he stay and wait for Namjoon? Minutes trickling by left him
jittery in his seat. He currently sat in his third choice after the first two
didn't allow him enough nervous ticking room. He tapped his foot, drummed his
fingers, shifted into all sorts of positions, and nothing helped to break the
sick feeling all over. He knew something went wrong, he just knew it. Something
in his mate's connection held him on edge. Namjoon was worried, so he became
ten times more worried. He couldn't take it anymore or he would explode from
the inside. He jumped up, and walked all the way across the deserted lobby.
Maybe a nurse tried to stop him or simply asked where he thought he was going.
He didn't pay attention. The hall that light streamed from, that consumed his
mind while nothing else existed. He turned the corner, and the hall was
completely empty except for one figure sitting against the wall. The figure had
his knees pulled to his chest and his face in his hands. Seokjin’s running
footsteps reverberated like little taps. “Namjoon!” His mate lifted his head,
and Seokjin’s heart sank to his toes. Tears gathered in Namjoon’s eyes. They
hadn't fallen yet, but they trembled on the edge. Something had gone completely
wrong. “Namjoon, what’s happened, tell me, please.” Seokjin nearly crashed into
his mate as he fell to his knees and grasped Namjoon’s hand in his own. Namjoon
looked at the door directly across from them and buried his head back into his
free palm. His face twisted, and the drops finally escaped his eyes. He looked
back at Seokjin, looked at him straight in the eye with his own red orbs. His
voice came only as a rough whisper.

“I don't know.”

Namjoon’s eyes returned to staring at the door. That's where Jimin had to be.
Seokjin bolted before Namjoon could say anything else. His fingers locked onto
the handle and he yanked as hard as he could, but the door didn't even shake.
“Jimin…” He turned back around and paced in front of the door, holding in his
own tears and chewing the tips of his fingers. “Namjoon, what did you see? What
happened when you were in there? What do you know?”

Namjoon parted his lips, but then the door that separated them from their
little Omega opened. Hoseok stepped into the hall, his face serious. Namjoon
sprung from the ground and went straight to Seokjin’s side. “What the hell was
that?” He growled.
Chapter End Notes
     Ughhhhhhhh I made myself cry. If Hoseok had left only a few minutes
     earlier than his life would have just continued the way it was, but
     you'll see what happens to him now as we move along. ;)
     Also, preeclampsia is real, and I did read over it. This is a
     dramatized version of it from what I can tell.
***** The Journalists *****
Chapter Summary
     Jimin’s eyes sparkled to life when he smiled. “I want to see....
     During Hoseok’s absence, Jimin paced all over the room, no particular
     pattern in mind, while biting his nails and crossing one arm over his
     ribs.
     Jimin stared at Hoseok. The Beta walked in minutes ago and announced
     the news of why he couldn't leave on his discharge day. “They want to
     talk to me?” He asked.
     “No, they want to get an exaggerated story from you.”
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry this update took so long to come! *cries a river*
     I started school which totally threw me off, and I had to deal with a
     bunch of crap as things got busier which made me super stressed. But
     I’m back now! So please don’t give up on this story!
     **note - The name that you'll see pop up for a new character here is
     the same as a member of another group, but I actually didn't realize
     this until after I decided to use it. So I'm just saying here that
     even though the character shares a name with this person, they are
     not the same.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hoseok tugged down his sky blue mask. “I can take you to Jimin now.”

The Omega, “Jin” as he knew him, stepped forward. “Please. I'm Seokjin and this
is Namjoon, Jimin’s… guardians. Sorry about him.” He gestured back at the tall,
shadowed Alpha, Namjoon.

Hoseok smiled. He didn't expect much different from the Alpha after his nurses
had to shove him out the room. “That's alright. Now, the recovery room is this
way.” He set off, and the footsteps behind him indicated that the couple
followed. In all honesty, for minutes he hadn't been certain that Jimin would
make it. At least, not when he was called back to the operating room because
the young Omega blacked out while being patched up. In his condition, he
stepped to the edge of falling into a coma, but not anymore. Hoseok prevented
that. As a first major surgery for such a situation, it went unexplainably
well. According to everything he knew in a rare case like that, someone should
have suffered permanent damage and maybe even death. That wouldn't happen
though. The nurses already scuttled around, spreading the gossip that a doctor
who didn't even work at the hospital saved the life of a patient when none of
the others could. Hoseok shook his head. Hopefully their talk wouldn't bring
unwelcome attention. The hospital being shut down due to policy wasn't what he
wanted.

To Namjoon and Seokjin, the grey halls stretched into an endless, winding road.
Every twist and turn dragged them deeper in a maze they never wanted to enter,
but somewhere in the center lay Jimin, in a condition they could only imagine.

Hoseok stepped through a plain, white doorway, Jimin's room. Machines hooked up
to the Omega, monitoring his heart rate and blood pressure, occasionally
letting out a soft beep to remind them he still lives. The only thought running
through Seokjin's head was that Jimin looked… deflated... in more ways than
just his midsection. His skin was still deathly white and his eyes were shut,
but at least his face rested peacefully instead of strained.

Hoseok pushed in two chairs from the hall for the couple standing by the
doorway, shuffling and unsure if they could entire. He motioned them to come
after he set the chairs beside the bed. “You guys come on. He won't wake for a
while, but you can stay here.” He pointed at the chairs. They walked inside,
and thanked him, settling down in the cushioned seats much more comfortable
than they appeared.

“Doctor, how long will he stay here? And the baby?” Seokjin asked, his hand
reaching to take Jimin’s which lay still on his healing stomach.

Hoseok glanced up into the light in thought. “Uhhhhh, about a week?” He paused,
finger on his lip. “Yeah, a week for him to recover and the baby’s lungs to
develop. We want them to bond with physical contact as soon as they're both
capable. And we also need a name.” He raised his brows and bounced on his
heels, clasping his hands behind his back. “Did Jimin think of a name for the
baby?”

Seokjin side glanced at Namjoon, hesitating to speak for a moment, but began in
a slow voice. “He talked to me about naming him after his best friend,
Taehyung.”

Namjoon tilted his head. “He wanted the baby to be Taehyung?”

“No, not exactly." Seokjin narrowed his eyes, tapping his fingers. "It was…
Taemin! Yeah, that was it, Taemin.”

“Are you sure?” Namjoon said, staring at his mate. If they names Jimin's pup
the wrong name, they'd never hear the end of it.

Seokjin hit him lightly with his free hand. “Of course I'm sure! That baby is
the baby of my baby! Why would I not be sure?”

Namjoon rubbed his shoulder, cringing from the sting, “Aish! I only asked to be
sure!”

Hoseok grinned. “I'll be monitoring Jimin closely tonight, so feel free to get
some sleep. If anything happens I'll wake you.” He walked around, checking the
little glowing pinpoints of light on monitors one last time. Then he shut the
blinds on the window, admiring the final rays of daylight before stepping out
of the room to give the little group privacy. Before he shut the door though,
Namjoon cleared his voice, so Hoseok turned back to him. On the Alpha’s
shoulder rested Seokjin's head, as the Omega absentmindedly played with Jimin’s
fingers while Namjoon spoke his thoughts.

“Dr. Hoseok, thank you. You saved him and… we appreciate that. Deeply.” He
tightened his lips like the words embarrassed him, revealing too much of his
care for the boy.

Hoseok nodded his acknowledgment, then shut the door. He needed to finish
recording Taemin’s information. As he wrote he mumbled out his words in ink
over the scratching of the pen, “Park Taemin… born Sunday, September seventh,
at 7:23pm.”

-

“Those journalists won't leave poor Dr. Hoseok alone!”

“Well it's your fault for yapping to everyone he ‘brought someone back from the
brink of death when nobody else would.’ What else did you expect when we live
in a town that has a total population of five people!”

“Uh! You little shit, you went along with it!”

“Shut the fuck up, we’re about to be in his room!”

Two nurses walked in wearing sweet smiles plastered to their faces, carrying a
tray of food.
“Jimin, you ready to get back on your feet today?” The one sporting light green
hair asked as he set the tray beside Jimin’s bed where Namjoon and Seokjin
stood. The other nurse placed a juice box in the Omega's smaller hand.

Jimin’s eyes sparkled to life when he smiled. “I want to see Taemin.”

Hoseok walked in rubbing sleep from his eyes, but the sight of Jimin looking
much healthier and about to jump out of the confines of the bed brightened his
demeanor. “Jimin, you'll see him. We just have to bring him to you.”

Seokjin frowned and crossed his arms, “Huh? Why? I thought we were all going to
the neonatal wing together.”

Hoseok opened the window, allowing afternoon summer air to pour in alongside
birdsong. “We were, until two journalists came in asking to see and take
pictures.” He side glanced at the nurses who avoided his eye contact through
their work. He smirked in sick amusement. “They're refusing to leave so we have
to wait for security to take care of it, which will take a while. They're
crazy!” He threw his hands in the air dramatically.

Jimin laughed. He liked his doctor, Hoseok. Not only because the Beta saved his
and Taemin’s life, but because he proved to be a genuinely good person. Namjoon
brought books he would read aloud to Jimin, Seokjin brought him, or more like
smuggled, snacks and cooked meals to beat the hospital's trays, but then Hoseok
had the personality of the sun. He could be serious, although most of the time
he was very… extra. Jimin viewed this as a golden trait of his. Hoseok managed
to bring smiles to his lips and keep him calm despite his itch to leave his
recovery room and run away holding his baby, especially when Namjoon and
Seokjin had to leave and he sat alone for hours. Hoseok’s serious side rose to
the surface when he worked. The intensity of his focus on anything he did made
him into a completely different person, and yet they balanced each other as the
same person. Within the few days of being here, Jimin knew that Hoseok
personified the sunshine, joy, fun, childlike, keen, diligent, intense, and
sincere all wrapped into one package. If they met under different
circumstances, if Jimin’s life wasn't in so much risk, he wondered if they
could have been casual friends hanging out to see a movie or eat food.

The nurses shuffled out and Hoseok came to stand beside Jimin. “Ok, lay down. I
want check the incision sight.”

Jimin nodded and leaned back until his spine met the mattress and his head sank
into the pillow. Hoseok’s fingers lifted his hospital gown, unveiling the cut
in his lower abdomen still healing. He let the blanket cover the rest of
Jimin’s body. Jimin’s eyes darted around nervously as Hoseok made mental notes
of his examination. The incision sight had turned to nothing but a straight red
line across the delicate, soft and pale skin. He clicked his tongue. “It looks
good.” He looked at Namjoon and Seokjin. “Everything is healing like it should,
and,” he looked at Jimin, pointing both of his fingers like he'd just told a
bad joke, “you have someone to meet today. But try standing up first.” Jimin
nodded eagerly, and started shifting his muscles. Hoseok and Namjoon placed
their hands on Jimin’s shoulders and sides to help him sit up, then Jimin swung
his legs over the edge of the white bed on Hoseok’s side. They held each other
by their arms as Jimin lowered one bare foot, and then the other to the smooth
tile. Jimin zoned into nothing but watching his pearlescent feet on the aqua
squares. Hoseok took a few steps back as Jimin moved forward, and then he
started to let go. “You good on your own?” Jimin nodded, so Hoseok dropped his
arms to let the Omega take control of his movements. Both Seokjin and Namjoon’s
eyes plastered onto him, alert for any sign that Jimin stepped in trouble. The
Omega took slow, careful steps to the window and poked his head through,
soaking up the sun’s rays after days of artificial light. After so many months
of barely seeing the sun, he missed it, but he didn't stay long. Another matter
tugged on his heart, not something he'd experienced or missed. He turned around
to face Hoseok.

“I want to see Taemin now.”

-

During Hoseok’s absence, Jimin paced all over the room, no particular pattern
in mind, while biting his nails and crossing one arm over his ribs. Namjoon and
Seokjin watched him, a little on edge themselves, but whereas the couple shook
from excitement, Jimin’s body tingled nervously. Why was he so on edge? This
was his child and Hoseok was taking care of him, he had nothing to be afraid
of. He just wanted to properly see his baby for the first time, hold his baby
for the first time, feed his baby for the first time, do everything that was a
first. His back faced the door when he heard the little click that meant the
handle turned. Both Namjoon and Seokjin stood, the former of the two knocking
over his chair and cursing in the process. The door steadily opened, and
Jimin’s heart leaped. His eyes darted directly to the blanket bundled in the
crook of Hoseok’s arm. His pulse raced in his ears as it came closer to him,
until it sat right in front of him and he saw the face of Taemin. He bit his
lip and fought back tears. “Can... Can I...?”

Hoseok tilted his head. “You want to hold him?” Jimin nodded, blinking away
moisture, and Hoseok grinned, “Of course you can hold him!” They gently
switched roles, so that Jimin cradled the little Taemin and Hoseok stood
beaming at them. The faint smell of baby powder emanated from his baby. The
pup’s hair was nothing but dark fuzz, his eyes shut, tiny fists curled by his
mouth framed by two puffy cheeks, and his lips were just smaller versions of
Jimin’s full ones. His skin no longer burned an angry red, but shined creamy
and new, so beautiful. Jimin’s knees shook. He slowly walked back to the
hospital bed to sit down, certain he’d fall without it. Namjoon and Seokjin
craned their necks to see Taemin. Jimin held him close burying his nose in the
wisps of hair. He never wanted to let go or let this moment pass where he
easily had Taemin nestled in his arms close to his heart. No tears stained his
eyes, because what he felt was far more overwhelming than joy or sadness, and
he drowned in it, allowing it to consume him entirely.

“We did the blood tests yesterday and the results are back. Even I haven't seen
them yet.” Hoseok pulled out a few sheets of paper and rustled through. “Taemin
is an…” he held the syllable bitimg his tongue between his teeth as he flipped
through pages, “Omega!”

Jimin blinked. He leaned Taemin back again to study his pup’s sleeping face. An
Omega? Jimin sighed. That meant he would face some of the same challenges Jimin
dealt with. Seokjin peeled back the layer of blanket separating his gaze from
Taemin’s face. “Awww, he looks just like you.”

Namjoon smiled, but he put his arms around Seokjin’s waist and started guiding
him to the door. Jimin and Taemin needed bonding time, especially to make up
for the days that had been cheated from them. Hoseok caught onto the same idea,
and held the door. Seconds passed an they were gone, leaving Jimin alone. He
held Taemin’s head up, supported by his palm and laying the pup on his chest.
He peeled the blanket away and tucked the pup in on his bare chest, so they
could share their lost skin-to-skin contact time, accompanied only by the
sounds of a hot summer day carried through the window.

-

Jimin stared at Hoseok. The Beta walked in minutes ago and announced the news
of why he couldn't leave on his discharge day. “They want to talk to me?” He
asked.

“No, they want to get an exaggerated story from you.” Namjoon answered, Alpha
scent steadily increasing in prominence.

“They’re waiting outside right now. I don't know who did it, but someone leaked
that you're leaving today.” Hoseok faced the four directly, Namjoon, Seokjin,
Jimin, and a wide eyed Taemin curled in a sling on Jimin’s chest, and he set
down his papers. “This is their last chance. They're desperate for some story.”

Seokjin knew that under normal circumstances, it would be safe to let Jimin
speak to whoever he wanted about his experience in Hoseok’s care, the
unofficial doctor made locally famous for saving his life. Jimin’s life didn’t
allow for normal circumstances though. His name and face needed to remain a
small dot among the vast crowd, or the risk that his parents would discover him
rose immensely. The Park clan stood isolated, withdrawing into itself, but news
still got around. As long as Jimin stayed low, he and Taemin would remain safe.

Jimin puffed his cheeks, and he resembled Taemin under his chin for a moment.
The reporters felt like a thorn in his heel. As long as they lingered, he’d be
trapped in this plain room. Couldn't they find anything better to investigate?
His situation wasn’t all that interesting, and Hoseok had made it clear days
ago that he had no intention to divulge his story.

Namjoon stood silent, head down and hand stroking his jaw. “This place has an
exit in the back. Can't we use that?”

Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck, relieving stress of the past week. “You
still have to go around to the parking lot and they're watching that.” They
hovered around like buzzards over a kill, and the lot did not extend to the
back where they could possibly escape notice. A random car driving behind the
hospital would raise the suspicions of anyone watching. Hoseok sighed. He hated
it when the journalists were only after him. But Jimin now? Bullshit.

“What rank are they?” Namjoon stepped forward. He’d always remained reluctant
to use Alpha authority on others because he didn't see it as fair or equal, but
they needed a solution to get Jimin home and the fastest option lay before him.
Enough was enough with these reporters who harassed Hoseok and now Jimin for
days, trying to sneak under their very noses. The Doctor’s eyes traced up and
down his body, and darknened, like he understood Namjoon’s thoughts.

Hoseok pursed his lips, but answered anyways. “One is a Beta and the other’s an
Omega.” He didn't like where the question could lead to, or the way Namjoon
suddenly appeared a few inches taller. Seokjin’s eyes lowered to the floor and
his arms curled around himself. A similar reaction took over Jimin immediately.

Seokjin lifted his gaze back up. “Namjoon, please don-”

“Ok, thanks Hoseok. Jin, come out when I text.” Namjoon sidestepped Hoseok and
pushed past the doors. By now every twist and turn through the white and blue
halls had been etched into his memory. Nurses passed in a hurry guiding
patients or alone. Some he’d spoken casually to about the weather or general
hospital business smiled his way, but as he turned the last corner and entered
the lobby he only saw the giant glass doors blinding him from all the sun
leaking through. He stood taller and his chest puffed out a little. His
footsteps hit the floor, purpose in them, like each one beat a drum. His fists
clenched, knuckles popping and tension coursing in every muscle of his arm. The
hospital staff and patients, mostly composed of Omegas and Betas, all of whom
had been focused on their own work or waiting for their turn to see a doctor,
lifted their heads his way. The Alphas by their sides stiffened and eyed
Namjoon, some being curious, protective of their own mates, or attempting to
cover their noses to keep themselves from being riled up by the aggression
radiating from Namjoon’s core instinct. Luckily for them, he passed out the
doors in seconds and their business continued like nothing happened after a few
coughs. Namjoon on the other hand spotted two figures holding cameras and
journals. They sat on a wooden bench right outside the hospital doors. Namjoon
only heard enough of their conversation to know that they were gossiping, and
then he yanked a camera from the beta’s hand only to smash it into the ground
in front of their faces. The whole thing shattered at their feet and both of
their eyes widened. The Beta yelled in anger until his eyes met Namjoon’s
dangerous ones. Instead of running off, he sized the Alpha up. Namjoon stood at
least a whole head taller. The Omega beside the Beta silently tugged his arm,
begging for him to let it go.

“It's not worth it, please. Let's just get out of here.” He whimpered.

The beta didn't back off. “What the fuck is your problem?”

“Do as the omega says and leave.” Namjoon growled. He towered over the beta.
“If you don’t I'll break a lot more than your camera.” The beta shifted on his
feet and glared at him. Namjoon didn't back down. He stood inches from the
Beta, heat from anger seeming to raidiate from then both. The omega whimpered
again, pulling the sleeve of his companion who didn't budge.

Then the Beta cracked. He looked down in submittance and slumped away, the
Omega following closely in the boiling summer heat. Before they made it to
their car, Namjoon kneeled and collected the many pieces of the ruined camera.
He chased after the pair across the burning pavement. “Hey, wait!” They
stopped, and both of them visibly cowered when Namjoon came within three feet
of them again, but Namjoon only held out the camera parts. “Please, just stay
away from us, ok?” The Beta blinked and his mouth became a small “o,” but he
nodded and accepted the parts. Namjoon watched as they hopped into their car
and drove off, sick from his actions but satisfied by the results. Then he
pulled out his phone.

-

Hoseok helped Jimin step into car, where Seokjin and Namjoon already sat in the
front seats. Namjoon of course had to drive because Seokjin’s wrist still
needed healing time.

Hoseok himself had already packed his bag days ago, which lay in the parched
grass to the side of the lot. “Take care of Taemin, ok?” Jimin nodded,
instinctively placing a hand on Taemin’s back. His entire hand seemed to engulf
the baby’s torso. “I don't want to worry you, but he's premature, so watch for
any problems that might show up. Especially any breathing problems.” He paused,
eyes warmly looking at Taemin. “That's it I guess.” Hoseok began to turn, but a
hand smaller and smoother than his own snatched his. Jimin had grabbed him
before he shut the door, so Hoseok turned back and waited for what he had to
say. The Omega struggled for his words for a moment.

“Um, thank you Dr. Hoseok. Taemin and I…” Hoseok pat his hand and backed away,
smiling.

“Just take care of yourselves, ok?” Jimin nodded again, and Hoseok shut the
door of the car. It pulled forward, and before it left his sight, Hoseok saw
the hands of Jimin and Seokjin waving back at him. He lifted his hand and waved
until they traveled beyond the curtain of trees, and his hand lingered for a
moment with his smile. Then he made his way to his own bag. Even if he'd only
been outside for a minute, the heat threatened to make him sweat already. He
pulled his bottle out and took a sip of the iced water cased inside metal cool
to the touch. He drew in a deep breath of the woods, grass, and baked earth,
like the past week had never happened. Then he glanced at his watch, pulled out
a map, and started his walk to the next town.
Chapter End Notes
     This is, in my opinion, the slowest chapter of this whole story and
     that’s partly why it took forever for me to edit. It’s kind of a
     means to an end. The next chapter is when the main conflict of the
     whole story will be set in motion.
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