Resigned; a #YoonminAU
"So stop. Stop bringing others between us!" Yoongi tries to take a hold of the omega, "stop making it about the other person-"
Jimin’s eyes flicker to Hoseok who is in Yoongi’s car, worried eyes fixed on them, "yeah," Jimin sighs, "let's stop."
Jimin hugs himself, heavy rain pouring on him, "let's stop bringing the other person between two lovers."
Yoongi reaches out desperately,"good. Okay, good. Now-"
"Now let the third person go, hyung," Jimin thanks the rain for hiding his tears, stepping back, "let me go."
- The Yoonmin arc of RESTRICTED, the taekook au
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The diary lies in the box of things Yoongi labelled as 'trash.' Forgotten by its owner. Harmless in its existence.
Jimin picks it up, wipes the surface before opening it. He smiles when he sees it's Yoongi's college time journal. The pages messy with Yoongi's rants all over it.
There are lyrics written at the edges of the pages Jimin flips through. His eyes skimming over the lines as he goes.
He pauses when he sees Hoseok's pictures. A few Polaroids. Taped on the pages. Yoongi wrote a few words under each. Jimin tries to move past. He can't.
By the time he comes to the end of the journal, Jimin has tears clinging to his eyelashes. He picks up the next diary, filled with just as many details and pictures.
Until it stops.
Until the day Yoongi writes he is going to ask Hoseok out. Then there's nothing for a few pages.
Jimin knows what happened that night. He knows what went down right after. He flips the page to see another entry after a week.
The pages aren't messy anymore. They are kind of sorted. Kind of clean, but… lifeless. Not filled with colours and chaos. Silent. Sombre.
Jimin wipes his eyes, reads the next few pages. Jimin notices how he is never really mentioned. Yoongi mentions him going out. Mentions the engagement. Mentions their new flat, but Jimin, his name, is never mentioned explicitly.
As if Yoongi refuses to let him in on his personal space. As if this is the only place Yoongi can manage to keep Jimin away from.
Yoongi mentions how suffocating some days are. He mentions often how alone he feels in his thoughts nowadays. Jimin can clearly see how those lyrics start to ebb off. As if Yoongi loses the inspiration with time.
Yoongi never, not even once, mentions Jimin by his name or acknowledges him. Jimin picks up the next few diaries and it’s the same. Yoongi writes about himself. He writes about life, his life, and he doesn’t mention Jimin.
Jimin is present as a shadow. A shadow that follows Yoongi and somehow engulfs him and takes him away from the sunshine he once had in his life.
Jimin chuckles to himself, for the first time seeing Yoongi's side of the story. A story that is, to Jimin, his 'love story.'
Jimin puts all those diaries back in the box. He sits on the floor, between all those boxes, and finds himself tearing up all over again. He wipes his eyes when he hears the footsteps. He hurries to shove the box under the desk, where Yoongi kept it.
“Hey, they are here,” Yoongi walks in, “tell them which boxes they need to carry. The fragile ones are labelled, right? Did you do it, or shall I?”
Jimin shakes his head, looking around the empty bedroom, “everything is packed. Tell them to get these. We are done here.”
Yoongi looks around the bedroom, a small smile on his lips, “it feels kind of weird to leave this place, you know? I rented it at the start of my college days. Now we are moving on, I feel like I am leaving so much behind.”
Jimin gets up, looks around the room, “yeah. I guess, I am learning about your sacrifices too late.”
Yoongi frowns, “what?”
Jimin shakes his head, “the new house… are you sure?” he looks at Yoongi, “are you sure you want that?”
Yoongi tilts his head, confused, “we are engaged. Going to be married soon. We are supposed to share a house, Jimin. What are you talking about? I’m sure.”
Jimin looks away, eyes fixed on the window, “we can rethink the wedding. We still have time. Please, think this through.”
Yoongi takes a step towards Jimin, “blossom,” his voice is tender, “are you worried that I will deny marrying you at the last moment? I would never do that,” he takes Jimin’s hands in his, “I would never run from my responsibilities like that.”
Jimin’s heart aches in his chest. He watches the man in front of him, and his heart stutters on its path. Jimin forces his tears to not fall when he steps closer to the alpha.
He presses his lips on Yoongi’s, slowly kissing the alpha, “I love you, alpha. I love you so much.”
Yoongi kisses him back, his hands leaving Jimin’s to hold him by his waist, “I know,” Yoongi sighs, “I know you do. Now, come on, the trucks are waiting. We need to move the boxes. The men are waiting. We can't be late, come on.”
He turns, drags Jimin down the stairs...
Jimin never questioned it. He never really stopped to notice the other in his own haste to fix his dreams around Yoongi.
His first crush.
Jimin never stopped to pick up on these signs. Now that he stops, the delusion starts to fade.
Jimin stops beside Yoongi by their car. He watches the alpha talk to the moving staffs, instructing them what to do and how to handle the boxes.
Jimin leans against the car and watches how the locket Yoongi wears gleam under the sun.
A sunflower. Jimin knows it’s a gift from Hoseok. From a carnival the two of them went to during their school days. Hoseok won two chains in a lucky draw. A sunflower and a sun. Hoseok still wears the sun, while Yoongi wears the sunflower.
Jimin feels the giggle burst out of him, tears rolling out his eyes.
How was he ever so stupid?
How did he never see something wrong in that? How did he never notice that Yoongi never stopped wearing it.
Sunflower to the sun. Always following the sun and nothing else. Eyes, existence, everything is only for the sun, nothing else.
Jimin wipes his eyes, smiles when Yoongi turns to look at him, quirks an eyebrow at him. Yoongi comes to get in the driver’s seat, Jimin joining him.
“So, we will stay the night at a hotel,” Yoongi smirks at Jimin, “order in expensive wines and food and then tomorrow everything will be ready for us to move in. Okay?”
Jimin leans against the car window, “take me home.”
Yoongi’s hand comes to settle on Jimin’s thigh, “home? For now, you don’t have a home, blossom. It will be done by tomorrow—”
Jimin closes his eyes, the alpha’s touch burning him, “home. My parents’ house,” he looks out through the window, “I want to go to theirs.”
Yoongi goes stiff. He risks a glance at Jimin and then back at the road.
“I am not staying at your parents’ house,” Yoongi chews out, “you know I am not comfortable around them. I have already booked us a hotel, blossom. Just a night, let’s—”
Jimin shakes his head, pulls his leg away, “I am not talking about you. I am going home for the night. I will see you tomorrow. Okay?”
Yoongi slows the car, “why are you suddenly so adamant about going home?”
Jimin grits his teeth, “I know you can’t stand my parents, but they are my parents! I want to go to them, and why are you making such a huge deal out of it?!”
Yoongi frowns, looks at him, “blossom, you know how they are! You don’t like them either. What—”
Jimin shrugs, “just take me home. I want to...” I want to be away for you. As far away from you as I can.
Jimin feels humiliated. The more he stays beside Yoongi, the more stupid he feels for never noticing.
The more Yoongi reaches for him, the more uncomfortable he feels now.
Yoongi sighs, “fine!” he speeds the car, “I never win against you and your stupid tantrums! Fine! Do whatever you want, I will just go along with it like I always do!”
Each word feels like a whiplash. It stings. It leaves Jimin feeling bruised. Jimin closes his eyes.
When they finally reach Jimin’s house, Yoongi stops the car, “go. I am not going in.”
Jimin nods, unbuckles the seatbelt and turns to leave. Yoongi grabs his elbow, pulling him back. Jimin looks over at the man, confused.
Yoongi’s eyes are focused ahead, his hand holds Jimin, “I didn’t mean it,” he sighs, closing his eyes, “the tantrum thing. I am sorry. I just…” he looks at Jimin, “I hate coming here. You know that.”
Jimin forces a smile on his lips, “because they forced you to be with me?”
Yoongi frowns, shakes his head immediately, “no! Of course not—”
Jimin chuckles, looking away, “not sure what else they ever did for you to hate them.”
“They are terrible to you!” Yoongi hisses, “they treat you like a baggage! Blossom—”
“Jimin,” Jimin sighs, “that name never really fit me. I don’t like it,” he looks at Yoongi, “why do you call me that anyway?”
Yoongi looks confused, “I…” he lets Jimin go, “I don’t know.”
Jimin nods, his hand on the door, “yeah, you just started calling me that out of nowhere,” he tries to keep his tone light, “I never really told you, but I don’t like nicknames. Just call me Jimin.”
Yoongi reaches for him again, “is there something wrong? Baby, tell me.”
Jimin pulls his wrist away, “everything’s fine, hyung. Nothing’s wrong. I will go now.”
Jimin gets out of the car, stops when he hears the other door opening. He turns to see Yoongi rounding the car.
“What?” Jimin stares.
Yoongi comes to stand in front of him, “if…” his eyes skim over the building, jaw tightening, “if you want,” Yoongi lets out a deep breath, looking at Jimin, “if you want me to go with you, I will go. In there. If you want me to, I will.”
Jimin shakes his head, “no. I don't.”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin’s hands in his, “are you sure?”
Jimin nods, “I am sure.”
“It’s just a night, then you will come back to me, right?” Yoongi murmurs, eyes searching Jimin’s face, “just a night. Right?”
Jimin nods, “yeah. Why are you making it a big deal?”
Yoongi leans, his forehead resting against Jimin’s, “it feels like you are leaving, blossom. You feel like a goodbye right now.”
Jimin chokes, “Yoon…”
Yoongi cups the side of his face, feather-like touch, “good night,” his lips press against Jimin’s cheekbone, “blossom.”
Jimin shudders, “good night, hyung.”
“I will pick you up tomorrow,” Yoongi kisses the tip of his nose, “first thing in the morning.”
Jimin shakes his head, “I will meet you. I might sleep late. You don’t have to come all the way—”
Jimin goes silent when those lips meet his. Yoongi pulls him flushed against his chest, kissing him breathless. Jimin grasps the alpha’s shirt, trying to hold himself up, while Yoongi coaxes his mouth open into the kiss. Yoongi kisses Jimin till both of them are gasping for air.
Yoongi pecks Jimin’s lips, “are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” he smirks, “I got us a suite with the city beneath us. Kind of wanted to fuck you against the window, you know?”
Jimin pulls away, chuckles, “right,” he steps back, “no, hyung. I will see you tomorrow.”
He jogs inside the house.
Jimin sags against the elevator. He hugs himself, trying not to think too much. Trying not to let his mind make him believe that all Yoongi wants from him is the sex.
Jimin sucks in a breath, trying to erase the alpha from his mind as much as he can.
Deep inside him, he knows Yoongi was joking. He knows they didn’t have sex since the first time when Jimin got into heat. He knows Yoongi never touched him like that and the thought doesn’t help either. That thought makes it worse.
Jimin stumbles out of the elevator, his eyes taking in the living room. His mother is sitting by the couch, reading something. Jimin wipes his eyes. He is here after a year almost.
“Mum,” he calls, tries to force his nerves to settle, “hi.”
Yoongi stands near the window. His eyes on the slowly moving traffic. He sips the wine, leans against the cool glass of the window and sighs. Watches how the glass fogs up.
He looks down at the liquid in the glass, sloshes it, thinks.
Thinks how quiet the place feels. A quiet he wished for since he met Jimin. Jimin is loud. He laughs loudly. He invades Yoongi’s personal space, falls over him.
He is touchy, likes to hold hands, snuggles up to Yoongi whenever he deems fit. He kisses Yoongi any chance he gets.
Jimin is not like Hoseok.
Hoseok understood Yoongi. Understands Yoongi the most. Better than Yoongi understands himself. He respected Yoongi’s personal space. He lets Yoongi have his quiet. He always knew when to reach out for Yoongi and when to leave him alone.
Yoongi closes his eyes and Jimin’s face flashes across his eyelids. Jimin leaving tonight. So quiet. So closed off. So vulnerable for some reason Yoongi doesn’t understand.
But, Yoongi understands one thing. Jimin is not made for quiet. He is not made to look like that. Ever!
Yoongi chuckles, “can’t believe the quietness I prayed for since I met you, when you are suddenly granting me that, I hate it.”
He turns to face the room, leans against the glass, “can’t believe the alone time is not as charming as I thought it would be.”
He pulls out his phone, powers it up to stare at the wallpaper. Yoongi is never cheesy. At least, he likes to think he is not.
The cherry blossoms stare back at him. His wallpaper. He put it on randomly. Without giving it much, though. He slides the screen, dialling the number.
“Hyung,” Hoseok sounds alert, “wow, you are up this late?”
Yoongi glances at the clock, “it’s just eleven?”
Hoseok chuckles, “for an oldie like you, it’s late. What’s up?”
Yoongi closes his eyes, “what are you doing? Busy? At Namjoonie’s place?”
“No,” Hoseok sighs, “Joonie will be late. He has some work or something. Why?”
Yoongi smiles, “remember how we used to plan a nightout? At a pricy hotel? When we would not have time and be busy with college, we would plan a day away from all that busy life? You and me?”
Hoseok chuckles, “are you at a hotel?”
Yoongi hums, “wanna come over?”
Hoseok laughs, “you nutjob! Why are you at a hotel, and why am I invited? What happened to your house? Where's Jimin?”
Yoongi shrugs, “just come over. I will send the address. Bring some beer too.”
Jimin twists and turns on the bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling while he wills his mind to stop racing.
It’s almost twelve. After having dinner with his mother, his father away on a business trip, Jimin is given his childhood bedroom to sleep in.
Only if Jimin can sleep.
He picks up his phone then, dialling the number he knows by heart now. He waits while the phone rings. On the last or so ring, it’s answered.
Jimin lets out a breath, “hi,” he curses himself, “I was just…”
“𝘠𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳?! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸!”
Jimin freezes. His hand trembles where he holds the phone.
“Wh-who is it?” Jimin forces his voice to come out steady.
Yoongi chuckles, “hoba. I was feeling alone, so I called him up. He is a little tipsy on the wine, you know? Now he is on his ‘everything is wonderful’ stage. Wants me to see the tower.”
Jimin clutches the duvet up to his chest, “ohh. Right. Yeah.”
Yoongi sighs, “how is that house? Everything okay?”
Jimin feels the tears trailing out from the corners of his eyes, “mum told me she missed me. Told me how she understands how tough it is for me. To marry you.”
“What does she mean by that?” Yoongi frowns.
Jimin shrugs, “you know. How I never got to experience a dating life. How I think I love you when in reality it’s just my omega choosing you because you are the first alpha I spent my heat with. She thinks we should wait it out.”
Yoongi is quiet.
Jimin turns on his side, “I think…” he clutches the phone closer to his ear, “I think she is right. You know?”
Yoongi sucks in a breath, “what do you mean?”
Jimin bites down on his lower lip, feeling it hurt under his teeth, “I think we should rethink all this.”
“You want to postpone the wedding?” Yoongi sounds confused.
Jimin lets out a shaky breath, “I want to call it off.”
Yoongi curses loudly, “are you kidding me, Jimin?!” he sounds angry, “the cards are ordered for printing, the venue is chosen, the date is fixed. I have a fucking honeymoon destination booked. The relatives confirmed to attend, our friends took their leave. We can’t—”
Jimin smiles, closes his eyes, “is it about the money? Or, your reputation? Which one you are always so afraid of losing? Your family name? I am always threatening your family name for you. No? Always bringing in a scandal. I am not made for you, it looks like, hyung.”
Yoongi inhales deeply, trying to calm himself down, “listen, Jimin. Listen to me. This is exactly why I didn’t want you to go to your house. This is exactly why. Your parents always manage to ruin things for you. They—”
“I want an out, hyung,” Jimin wipes his eyes.
“This is not a playdate, Jimin!” Yoongi growls, “it’s not going be just you and yourself all the time! I am in this too, damn it! I am—”
“Are you?” Jimin wonders, “in this? At all?”
Yoongi curses, “what the hell are you saying?!”
Jimin sighs, “I will meet you tomorrow. At the house. Let’s talk it out. I will see what we can do to lessen the blame on you. Yeah? Good night, hyung. Enjoy yourself.”
He cuts the call. When Yoongi calls him back, Jimin turns the phone off.
I am an absolute idiot to forgot to attach it, but this story is a spin-off from Taekook au, 'Restricted.'
Read it to understand the bits and pieces of Yoonmin up until Paris that's written there. x
Restricted, a #TAEKOOKAU [a/b/o]
“You know, omegas aren't allowed to play here, right? This is a strictly alpha-only club,” Jungkook rounds the table with a glass of beer in his hand.
The omega does not spare him a glance, “I know,” he hits the ball, watching it fly off.
“Is that a mating bite?!” Yoongi grits out, his eyes moving from Jimin's exposed mark to his face.
Jimin fumbles, confused at first, terrified the next. He hurries to wrap the robe properly around himself, trying to hide the mark.
Yoongi marches forward, reaching for him.
Jimin gasps when Yoongi's hand clasps his wrist, pushing his hand away to take a hold of the robe. Jimin turns sideways when Yoongi pushes the robe off his shoulder to expose the mark.
Still healing. Still fresh. Still hurting.
Yoongi freezes, his eyes focused on the mark.
“Is this why you broke up with me?” Yoongi whispers, his eyes fixed on the mark that Jimin hides again, Yoongi looks up at Jimin's eyes, “is this what you broke us off for? You started to like someone else?”
Jimin stares, chill running down his spine, “what?”
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Yoongi gestures at the mark, his face twisting with emotions Jimin doesn’t want to decipher, “the damn mark, Jimin!” his voice echoes in the room, “is this why you broke up with me?! You found someone else?!” Yoongi gives a hollow laugh, “damn, that’s quick!”
Jimin leans against the wall, tired eyes roaming over Yoongi’s face.
Yoongi’s face contorts, “just,” the alpha’s nostrils flair, he curses, “just tell me you didn’t cheat—”
Jimin laughs, throws his head back and laughed, “cheat?” he giggles, “cheat?!” his eyes glisten while the wide grin turns into a snarl, “out of the two of us, you shouldn’t worry about me cheating, Min Yoongi! Also? I don’t owe you shit! Get off of me! We are over!”
Yoongi’s face hardens, “I didn’t cheat on you! I don’t know why you think so, Jimin, but I will take you insulting me, I won’t, however, take you insulting Hoba. He would never do anything like that! You can trust him at least!”
Jimin nods, “I know him. I know you too. You both love each other, and I came between that. So, why,” Jimin shouts, frustrated, “can’t you let me go?! I took the blame, the media is out for me. The scandal is on my family. My parents are—” he looks away, “just let me go now!”
“Who is it?” Yoongi chews out, “whose mark is that?”
Jimin shakes his head, “I don’t remember. I hooked up with a bunch of people after coming here. I don’t—”
The growl makes him flinch. Jimin’s startled eyes find Yoongi whose eyes are golden now.
Yoongi closes his eyes, head hung low, trying to gain control over his wolf.
Jimin is about to reach out when Jungkook burst inside the room with Taehyung.
Jimin pulls away, looking at the two of them and back at Yoongi. He shoves Yoongi away then, walking up to Taehyung.
Jimin can hear Sarang crying. He can hear Taehyung trying to shush the baby and failing. He waits before the phone starts to ring and tells Taehyung to call Jungkook.
Jimin walks out of the room to go to Taehyung and sees how the omega sits on the bed, hopelessly staring at him.
“What's wrong?” Jimin frowns, “why can't he come here?”
Taehyung shrugs, still on phone, “he needs to go and pick Hobi hyung up. Yoongi hyung doesn't have a licence here and the cabs aren't-”
Jimin looks at where Sarangie is nibbling on Taehyung's shirt, “right. She is awake.”
Jimin wraps the shawl tightly around himself, leaning over the phone, “hey, Jungkook, I have a driving licence. I will go with Yoongi. You come here. The baby needs some rest. She is very fidgety since she got here. Come on.”
Taehyung shakes his head, “no. No, no. You can't!”
Jimin ignores him, “get his car running. I will meet you by the door, come on. Hurry up.”
Taehyung watches Jimin leave, “you don't have to! I can make Sarangie fall asleep.”
Jimin ignores him, leaving the room.
Jimin hops down the stairs while fixing his shoes. He rushes down the lawn to the gate where the car is. Yoongi looks up at him, and Jimin stumbles on his way to the car.
“Get in,” Jimin rounds the car, “quick.”
Yoongi gets in, his eyes on Jimin. Jimin ignores him.
“You are going to catch a cold,” Yoongi murmurs, “you are seriously wearing no warm clothes!”
Jimin shrugs, driving, “I will stay in the car anyway. Just shut up!”
Yoongi sighs, “I could have waited. You are literally in your nightwear, Jimin! Your fucking legs are bare!”
“Hobi hyung is taking a long ass flight to get here,” Jimin murmurs, “I don't want him to wait for us because it's already too late, and he's here because we needed him here. Just shut up, okay? I will be in the car anyway.”
Yoongi looks at him, “he can wait a few minutes.”
Jimin ignores the words, his eyes focused on the road.
“You smell like the alpha,” Yoongi whispers, voice low in the car, “you still smell like that alpha.”
Jimin can feel his stomach churn, “what?”
Yoongi hums, “if it was a one-night stand, how do you still smell of him?”
Jimin goes rigid, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, “I-”
Yoongi sounds thoughtful, “if you just met him once, then how do you still smell of him? It's not normal. The mark is not healing either-”
“I met him again,” Jimin curses himself mentally, “tonight. Stop now!”
Yoongi stills, “you... met him again tonight? He lives here?”
Jimin nods, “yeah. He does.”
Yoongi chuckles, looking away, “wow, didn't know you would be into French guys.”
Jimin takes a look at the alpha, “he isn't French. Can you drop it?”
“Why him?” Yoongi whispers, “why?”
Jimin feels how his heart cracks, he feels the sheer pain shooting through his veins when he opens his mouth, “because I love him,” his voice comes out hoarse, “and, I am doomed. That's all.”
The silence is deafening. Yoongi looks at him, Jimin looks outside.
“How fast can you fall in love?” Yoongi wonders, “you said you loved me. For a long time.”
Jimin chuckles, “people move on, hyung,” he sighs, “we move on when we know our love is making the other feel burdened. We move on. I moved on. That's all.”
Yoongi looks outside, “right,” he looks down at his hands, “I guess,” he shrugs, “I guess, I should be happy for you. Then?”
Jimin feels tears prickle his eyes, he nods, “yeah. Blessings from an ex sounds about right.”
“An ex,” Yoongi tastes the words on his tongue, “right.”
Yoongi forces out a laugh, “sounds weird, you know? Your ex. It feels, I don't know,” Yoongi looks at Jimin, “we were planning the rest of our lives together. How did we come here?”
Jimin smiles, risks a look at Yoongi, “we started off wrong. We were all wrong since the start.”
“Should have kept you as my first crush and love,” Jimin chuckles, “never went on with it. We were a disaster together. No?”
Yoongi looks out of the window, “yeah. We are poles apart.”
Jimin holds the steering a little tighter, “I should have stood up for you back then.”
“Should have told my dad off for forcing you to marry me,” Jimin takes a turn, eyes blinking fast to wipe away any moisture that threatens to roll out, “I will always blame myself for being so stupid. I came between the campus sweethearts. You and hobi hyung... you fit. So well.”
“I was an idiot,” Jimin shakes his head, “I should have told them that sex can just be sex and nothing more! I don't know, maybe a selfish part of me wanted to have my first love. Now I realize, in my haste of wanting my first love, I took away yours. I am sorry.”
Jimin's voice cracks, “I can't bring back those years, hyung. I can't go back in time and fix it all for us, but trust me, every day I look at myself and think, if I get to, I will. I will take myself far away from the two people who always belonged together. I am sorry. I am!”
Yoongi blinks, hastily wipes his eyes, “yeah, I know. I know you would. You are,” he looks at Jimin, “you know, I hated you. When it all started, I hated how manipulative you came off, and I hated how I got caught up on the web that I believed you spread for me. I believed it.”
“For a long time I would look at you and feel resentment,” Yoongi looks at the omega, “for a long time I will just try to not think about anything or my future or shit like that because at that point, it all felt meaningless. I was just going with the motion. I hated it all.”
“Those dates you would prepare for, those night walks, those voicemails you would send, whining about me always being busy, I wasn't busy, I just didn't know how to face you,” Yoongi closes his eyes, “I didn't know how to be with you and not feel that shimmering anger.”
“Maybe that's why I hated your parents too. They reminded me of my helplessness. My failure,” Yoongi watches the roads passing by, “I hated how I had to watch Hobi fall in Namjoon's arms for support and then for more. I hated it all, and you were the focus of it.”
“I didn't do shit for you to love me, Jiminie,” Yoongi looks down at his hands, “so I guess, I have no rights to be upset when you leave. I just… I wish-”
Jimin lets out a deep breath, “you wish for all of us to stop hurting. You want us all to be happy. I know. Right?”
“So, it's happening,” Jimin forces a smile on his lips, “you are in the city of love, going to pick the love of your life up. Who is, by the way,” he nudges Yoongi, “single now. This is the best plot for a romantic classic! You two are like the main leads! Coming together now...”
“After so many hardships,” Jimin shakes his head with a smile, “I say, you go and pick him up, or let him pick you up. Kiss each other and confess your undying love. Hey,” he laughs, “confessions in an airport. Another cliché trope ticked! Do it, Min Yoongi, you deserve it!”
Jimin's smile dims, leaving behind a soft one, “you deserve it, hyung, so does hobi hyung. You two belong together. Just think of me and Namjoon hyung as the cliché villains of the story-”
“You are not the villain of my story,” Yoongi stops him, “you can't be. Now I know.”
Yoongi sounds tired, “you are too good to be a villain, Jiminie.”
Jimin sighs, looks away, “a good person for someone can be a villain for another, hyung. I am, at least, a bump in your way and surely one for hobi hyung. I just hope, down the road, he forgives me. If ever.”
Jimin leans against the headrest, “now go, pick him up. Tell him you missed him or shit like that and don't worry about me, hyung. I will find someone to be happy with. You know me,” he closes his eyes, trapping the tears inside, “I fall in love easily. I will be fine. Trust me.”
“You already found someone,” Yoongi looks at the omega, “I just hope he makes you happy because I failed-”
“One failed love taught me this, hyung,” Jimin sighs, “my happiness should depend on just me. I let you play with my emotions. I won't repeat that, and I will be fine.”
“Now, go,” Jimin waves Yoongi off, “he is out there. Freezing probably. I will be here. Make it quick.”
Yoongi hesitates for a few seconds before he pushes the door open and runs towards the airport. Jimin watches Yoongi go, tears slowly toppling over the rim of his eyes.
“How on earth are you so underdressed?!”
Yoongi watches how Hoseok greets Jimin, eyes wide and horrified, while he stares at the other omega.
Yoongi shoves the luggage in the backseat and listens how Jimin giggles, tells Hoseok how he is fine and feeling quite warm inside.
Yoongi opens the door of Hoseok, nods when Hoseok smiles before getting in, and then he rounds the car to open the passenger side.
“Woah, woah,” Jimin places a bag on the seat, “go to the backseat. Hobi hyung is alone there!”
Hoseok looks at them, confused, “uhh...”
“It's not like I am miles away, mimi,” Hoseok laughs, “he can sit on the pass-”
“No, no,” Jimin shakes his head, “go and sit beside him. Don't disturb me while I drive. Go on.”
Hoseok sighs, waves Yoongi in, “come here. He is stubborn. You know it.”
Yoongi knows that.
Yoongi takes the back seat, looks at Hoseok, “the flight was good?”
Hoseok shrugs, “Jin hyung booked it. He makes sure I get the best of things,” he glances at Jimin and then back at Yoongi, “how are you doing? You,” he reaches to cup Yoongi's face, “you look pale, hyung.”
Yoongi's first instinct is moving away. He frowns, letting the touch linger while his eyes move to the driving seat.
“Yeah,” he shrugs, “I need sleep,” he smiles at Hoseok, “sorry for hurrying you to come here.”
Hoseok looks over at Jimin, “that's okay. Mimi, how are you?”
The question meets silence. Yoongi holds his breath, eyes on Jimin.
Jimin takes a look at them through the rear-mirror and smiles at the road, “I am good, hyung. I am thinking of picking up dance again. You need to guide me through it, I can settle down here. I think.”
Hoseok leans forward, “you want to settle down here? In Paris? Forever?”
Jimin nods, “I do. I want to open a dance school, as you know. I told you about it. I just want to pick up ballet again, you know?”
Hoseok smiles wide, “you are so good at it.”
Jimin blushes, “shut up.”
Yoongi watches them talk, he watches how Hoseok and Jimin laugh and get along together. He watches how Jimin is so friendly with Hoseok. There's not an ounce of hesitance while he talks, and Hoseok is just as casual.
“I can help you with the basics,” Hoseok hums, “for sure.”
The car comes to a halt in front of Yoongi's door, Jimin looks over at Hoseok, “I will take you to the studio I am thinking of renting for now. I don't know. I will just see, but do you want to come?”
Hoseok nods eagerly, “oh, I would love to come. For sure!”
Jimin nods, “I will go now,” he smiles at Hoseok, “welcome to Paris, hyung.”
Hoseok laughs, “aahh, thanks. I am glad you all are here. I would be so bored otherwise.”
Jimin looks at Yoongi then, smiles, “nah. Yoongi hyung would never let you be bored. Good night.”
Hoseok watches Jimin go, “he hides himself good, you know? His pain, the sorrow that he tries to not show,” Hoseok looks at Yoongi, “I wish I knew how to be so mature.”
Yoongi frowns, “what do you mean?”
Hoseok sighs, “Jimin. He is not happy. Can't you see?”
Hoseok tilts his head, a rueful smile on his lips, “loving Min Yoongi isn't easy. Out of the three of us, I know it the best. He doesn't know the pain he tries to hide, it shows because I know how it feels to love someone and let them go. I did it once. I was him once.”
Hoseok smiles, cups Yoongi's face with his one hand, “loving you was the best and worst feeling of my life. You ruin, Min Yoongi, without even knowing, you ruin. I,” Hoseok looks at where Jimin went, “don't know how he is so strong. I am not. I never was. He is very strong.”
“He thinks we will get together,” Yoongi snorts, looking at where Jimin disappeared, “he thinks we still love each other like that.”
“I still love you,” Hoseok nods, “but, you don't love me anymore,” he squeezes Yoongi's hand, “no matter what you make yourself believe.”
Yoongi laughs, “I don't think I ever knew what love is until you, hoba. What are you talking about?”
Hoseok watches him, a tender smile on his lips, “I taught you what love is, I know. But, I am not the love of your life. I never was. I know that too.”
“How do you know?” Yoongi gets out of the car, slams the door to go to the backseat and pull out the luggage, “you are speaking nonse-”
“You don't let your love go so easily like you did for us,” Hoseok gets out of the car, “you fight for something you claim to love. You know?”
“Like Jungkook is fighting for Taehyung,” Hoseok rounds the car, places his hand on Yoongi's back, “like you are fighting for Jimin,” he nods when Yoongi looks at him, “you crossed the world to come to him. You don't realize it, do you? That you love him?”
Yoongi snorts, stepping away from Hoseok, “I only loved you, Hoba. I don't care what you say, Jimin,” he looks at the house, “he was my responsibility. Since the start. You, I always loved you.”
Hoseok curses, “you are just too stubborn to see the present, hyung! Come on!”
“The present is,” Yoongi glares, “it's fucking raining and you and me, we both are drenched. Let's get inside and stop talking about this. I don't need your opinion on my feelings! Okay?”
Hoseok watches Yoongi march away. He sighs, following the alpha inside himself.
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“So you are telling me Taehyung's life is at risk, and we need to move to a damn pack to get away from the ones who are trying to come for him?” Jimin stares at Jin, “are you seriously suggesting we remove ourselves from this life?”
“For a few months, yeah,” Jin nods, serious.
“Are you going to be okay?” Taehyung asks that night, leaning against the bedpost while he watches Jimin pack the bags, “staying that close to Yoongi hyung-”
Jimin hums, “I just had to deny sharing a room with him. I did that. I will be fine, Tae, don't worry.”
Taehyung snorts, “I worry. I'm glad you told him off about you two being mates.”
Jimin smiles, watches how Sarang tugs at the shirt he folded, eyeing it. He puts the pile in the suitcase, sitting down with an exhausted sigh.
“This mark is making me exhausted,” Jimin sighs.
Taehyung looks at the mark, “it hurts?”
Jimin shakes his head, “a mating bite, as much as I read, is like a new pheromone running through your blood. It takes time to absorb in the system and the alpha's presence, care and all that can sooth it. But we are not like that.”
“So it's kind of painful,” Jimin looks at his hands, “I just hope it starts to fade soon. Otherwise, I have to start taking meds to get rid of it.”
Taehyung frowns, “those meds are not legal. You know that, right?”
Jimin snorts, “I know. But, what can I possibly do-”
Taehyung shakes his head, “those pills are not safe, Jimin. You are not taking them. They fuck up the omega's cycle and creates problem during pregnancies-”
They both go still when they see Jin standing by the door of the room, eyes on them.
Taehyung recovers first, he gives Jin a smile and shakes his head, “nothing, hyung. I was talking about the pills I had to take during my pregnancy.”
Jin hums, “oh,” he then turns to Jimin, “I am here to talk to you. Can we?”
Jimin nods, watches how Taehyung leaves…
Jin turns to Jimin then, “listen,” he shoves his hands in his pockets, coming to stand in front of Jimin, “I am Yoongi's friend first and this thing you two have going on is not helping our situation. Are you sure you want to be there as my mate and not his?”
Jimin nods, “yeah.”
Jin lets out a breath, “Jimin, whatever you two have going on-”
“We have nothing going on, hyung,” Jimin assures Jin, “like you, I am single. There is nothing going on.”
Jin gives Jimin a small smile, “out of everyone, I understand you the most, Jimin. Trust me.”
Jimin watches the man, “do you?”
Jin nods, “like you, I let go of my love too. Just like you-”
Jimin gives Jin a rueful smile, “no, hyung. The person you loved, loved you back. I am not lucky like that. I never was.”
Jin sits on the bed, pats the space beside him, “sit.”
Jimin sits, smiles when Jin's arm goes around his shoulder to pull him closer. Jimin leans his head against Jin's shoulder, staring ahead.
“I will try to be the friend you need,” Jin murmurs, “during this time, I will try to be the person you might want beside you. Yeah?”
Jimin nods, closing his eyes with a tired sigh, “yeah.”
Jin hesitates, “the mark-”
Jimin shakes his head, “not his.”
Jin breathes out a chuckle, “you didn't possibly think I would believe it's a random dude's. Did you?”
Jimin feels tears prickle his eyes, “he believed it.”
Jin's arm tightens around him, “he is an idiot!”
Jimin chuckles, peering up at Jin, “he is your friend.”
Jin looks tensed, “Jimin, you should tell him. The bite can go wrong in so many ways. You should-”
“He never loved me, hyung,” Jimin looks away, “I kept holding him back.”
Jimin lets the tears fall, “I am a responsibility he is cursed with since the start. I don't want that for him anymore. I want him to be happy, and I am not,” he chokes on those words, “I am not his happiness. I never was. Promise me that you won't tell him. Please? Promise me.”
Jin watches him for a few seconds. His own eyes glistening. Then he nods, lips pressing against Jimin's temple.
“I promise,” Jin whispers against Jimin's skin, “I promise I will keep it to myself. If that's what you want, then fine.”
Jimin nods, “that's all I want.”
Yoongi gets out of the shower, thinking of the next day's event in his mind while he dries his hair. His eyes skim over the room, thinking what else he needs to pack.
His eyes wander over the window, and he looks at the house in front of theirs. For a second, he stills.
Jimin sits on the bed. Jin right beside him. His arm around Jimin's shoulder and his lips pressed against Jimin's temple.
Yoongi feels the needles pierce through his skin, his eyes stay glued on the two of them. Jimin then turns, face hidden against Jin and Jin pulls him closer.
Yoongi turns away when Jimin's arms go around Jin's waist, hugging the alpha closer.
He turns to look at himself in the mirror. His eyes focus on himself, and Yoongi lets out a curse when he sees the red hue around his irises.
“It's just instinct,” he whispers to himself…
They all bow to the leader and his luna.
“Now,” the leader, Yushik, tells them to stand up properly from where they were bowing, “introduce yourselves. Someone do the honour.”
Yoongi holds his hand up, “This is Jungkook,” he points at Jungkook, “that is his mate, Taehyung...”
Yoongi smiles at Sarang in Taehyung's arms, “this is their baby, Sarang,” he turns to the others then, “this is Jin, you know him,” he smiles at Hoseok, “this is Hoseok, Jin's mate,” everyone's head whips around to look at Yoongi with wide eyes.
Yoongi puts his arm around Jimin, “and this is my mate, Jimin.”
They all stare at him. The entire pack is looking at them, and the leader and his Luna are watching them. Jimin grabs the hand around his waist.
Yoongi tightens his grip, “say something and risk Taehyung's life.”
Jimin shakes his head, “I refuse to let you lead me on anymore, hyung.”
Jimin giggles, swatting at Yoongi's chest, “hyung! Not the time for you to do this!”
He bows deeply, looking at the leader, “please forgive him, sir,” he gets out of Yoongi's grip, “he likes to jest a lot.”
Jimin takes a hold of Hoseok's hand, “this is his mate,” he slowly steps out of Yoongi's arms, replacing Hoseok there to come and stand by Jin, “and, this is my mate.”
The leader arches a brow, “oh?”
Jimin bows again, “sorry for the-”
“It is fine,” the Luna smiles, “welcome.”
Yoongi watches how Jimin fits himself against Jin. He watches how Jin's arm goes around Jimin's waist and the alpha pulls him closer.
There is a sizzling feeing that burns in Yoongi's veins while he follows the leader to their houses. His eyes keep going to Jimin and Jin.
When Jimin starts to talk about his heat and Jin voices his worry about his rut, Yoongi feels the nausea hitting him. He feels like vomiting right on the spot. With a choked sound, he takes a step back, making an excuse while he runs to the hut selected for him and Hoseok.
Yoongi looks up at the door of the hut and turns away when he sees Jin, “what?”
Jin hesitates before walking in, “listen, about the discussion today-”
Yoongi shakes his head, “there is nothing to talk about.”
“Yes, there is!” Jin sighs, “you know there is!”
Yoongi shakes his head, “no, there isn't. Listen, it's pretty clear that we are over. Whatever me and Jimin were, we are over,” he watches Hoseok walk inside the room, “I am glad, if I am being honest. I never wanted to marry him. I am glad the weight was off of me. I am glad.”
“I am glad how it worked out,” Yoongi shakes his head, “I don't see why you are here or what you are trying to achieve now...”
“So, you are telling me it's okay if we share his heat?” Jin stops when Yoongi's eyes shift to him, “your eyes are red.”
Yoongi snorts, “instinct.”
Jin tongues the side of his cheek, “it's ridiculous how you are denying it as if your life depends on it.”
“His ego hurts to accept that he likes an omega that was forced on him,” Hoseok comes to sit beside Jin, “his ego hurts to think he did exactly what Jimin's dad wanted.”
Hoseok nods, “Jimin's dad told him that down the road, he will forget me and fall for Jimin. He said that's how love is. Fickle and stupid. He said that's how an arrange marriage works, and Yoongi is no different. It hurts Yoongi's ego to think he did exactly that.”
Hoseok leans back against the couch, “Yoongi can't digest the fact that Jimin's dad was right about him and his feelings.”
“That's not it,” Yoongi glares at Hoseok, “it's not what you are saying. I don't love him! Okay? This is just my wolf. It's habituated with Jimin.”
“It will get better,” Yoongi stands up, “it will get better with time. Can you all give me that? I need some time to-”
“Move on?” Jin arches a brow, “move on from what? The feelings you have for him?”
“I don't love him!” Yoongi thunders, “stop being like his dad. Both of you!”
Yoongi storms out of the room, leaving Jin and Hoseok staring at his back.
Jin lets out a curse, “I came here to tell him we need to think of a way out of Jimin's heat without anything going wrong, but he is so stubborn! I swear!”
Hoseok hums, “he is more stubborn than Joon.”
Jin looks away, “yeah. He is more stubborn than Joon.”
Hoseok hesitates, “how,” he looks down at his hands, “how is he?”
Jin risks a glance at Hoseok, “not good. He misses you.”
Hoseok shakes his head, “don't lie to me. Not when it breaks you to do so. You don't have to.”
Jin looks away, “truth can be heartbreaking, but it's still the truth, Hobi. He misses you. He developed feelings for you. You should know that.”
Hoseok chuckles, “how do you talk about us so emotionlessly when you and I both know, you love him. Still.”
Jin smiles down at the floor, “I think you, out of everyone else, know and understand how I feel because you are in a same situation. No?”
Hoseok's eyes whip up to look at Jin, and Jin nods.
“I can see it breaks you to talk about Yoongi loving Jimin. I know how it feels, Hobi.”
Hoseok's eyes pool with tears, he looks away, “I can be selfish, you know? He was taken from me. He was snatched away from me. Not by Jimin. By his father. I can hold grudges. I can, but, who am I going to base it on? Who will I get back? This Yoongi is not mine. You know?”
“This Yoongi was not taken from me,” Hoseok wipes his eyes, “this is not the Yoongi I can call mine. This is Jimin's Yoongi. This is not the alpha that was taken from me. I might have him back, but it's not going to be the same.”
Jin nods, “same with Joon. I get you. I do.”
Hoseok smiles, shaking his head, “he still loves you. There's always going to be a part that still loves you. In him.”
Jin looks at Hoseok, “you have to know, that doesn't make me feel good. I never wanted you two to break up. I never-”
They both jump when they hear the knock.
“It is time for dinner,” one of the pack members stand by the door, “get your friends and come to the pack house.”
Jin nods, getting up, “I will.”
Hoseok stands up too, “I will see where Yoongi went.”
Jin nods, “yeah. I will wake up Jimin. He is taking a nap.”
At the head of the table sits the pack leader. Jin sits on his right and Yoongi sits on his left. Beside him is Hoseok and beside Jin is Jimin. Beside Jimin sits Jungkook and then Taehyung.
Yoongi focuses on his plate, eyes staying on the meal as they talk in a hushed tone.
“How did you two meet?” Yushik asks Yoongi and Hoseok, curious.
Hoseok chokes on his food and Yoongi holds out his glass, “well, we are childhood best friends,” he goes with the truth, “we fell in love gradually. Then,” Yoongi shrugs, “we got mated and that's all.”
Jungkook and Taehyung share the story as close to their reality as they can. Both of them blushing and trying not to match each other's eyes as they talk.
Then the leader looks at Jin and Jimin.
Jimin places his fork on the plate, smiles at Jin, “we met accidentally.”
He smiles at Jin, Yoongi watches, “I went into my first heat, and he was there to help me,” Jimin looks at the leader and his luna, “I think it was love at first sight.”
The luna, Byung, smiles at them, “that's so sweet.”
Yoongi feels the fire burn in the pit of his stomach.
Yoongi sips his drink, “or, maybe you plotted it,” he feels everyone turn to look at him.
He keeps his eyes on Jimin, “you wanted the alpha, and you ignored the thought of maybe him having a life, a lover, you just roped him into it. Maybe you were just selfish and obsessed.”
Jimin goes very still. His eyes moving to Yoongi for the first time since the dinner started.
“What?” he sounds winded.
Yoongi leans in, nods, “yeah. Maybe you were obsessed with him and thought this would be a great way to rope him in. Knowing him, he would never back away+
+from the responsibility. You said, 'fuck his lover or whoever he has, let me have what I want because I am a brat that way.' Maybe?”
Jimin's face drops, his eyes hold Yoongi in place, “I was in heat. I didn't choose that. An omega would never choose to have a public heat!”
Yoongi feels the anger leap at him, the old memories crowding his mind, those doubts pushing past his mouth before he can think them through.
“Oh, but you did know it was late, and he comes to pick up his lover,” Yoongi hisses, “you knew he was there for that omega. Not you!”
“No, I didn't,” Jimin grips the edge of the table, eyes glistening, “no, I didn't. I would not! I would never try to steal someone who is in love with another person! I was in heat, and it was my first heat. I didn't know better! I was out of my mind. It's not my fault!”
“Could have stopped how it escalated,” Yoongi growls, “could have stopped your dad from taking away his dreams, plans and life from him!” Yoongi knows his voice is rising, “no, you just played along because that would benefit you! Your daddy was helping you get what you wanted!”
“No,” Jin speaks up then, his eyes boring into Yoongi's, “no. I went along with it because I lost myself. I was, out of the two of us, the experienced one,” Jin speaks pointedly, “I had my ruts regularly. I kept my cool around the one I claimed to love, but lost it around him.”
“Later, I felt guilty, of taking something so pure,” Jin never wavers, “I felt like I owed that omega something because that morning, when I left him on that bed, sleeping, exhausted, I ran to my friend and cried about how I took something I shouldn't have. How I ruined it all.”
Yoongi hates how Jin turns his narrative around to speak to him now.
Jin nods, eyes never leaving Yoongi's face.
“I wanted to take responsibility, and I am from a powerful family. A much powerful family than Jimin's and if I wanted, I would get out of it without a scratch.”
“I didn't want to walk out, because no matter how I act, I am not an asshole,” Jin's face contorts, “I made a mistake and I took responsibility. I can't blame him or his family for falling for him down the road, can I?”
Yoongi grips the fork in his hand, “you don't love him!”
Jin smiles, “oh, but I do. If I let go of my grudges against his parents, his family, the guilt in me, the past anger of letting my loved one go, if I can be honest to myself now. I would know this, that I love him.”
“Are you angry that they are mated?” Yushik frowns, “why?”
Yoongi looks away, noticing the others around him now, “no. I am angry that they are romanticizing something that was a mistake,” he looks at Jimin, “that will always be a mistake.”
Jimin blinks, looking down at his plate.
The room is quiet. Everyone sits still.
Byung sighs, “if a mistake brings two soulmates together then, down the road, you can recall it and call it the starting of something good. You know? Love, if it finds its way to them, no matter how, is still love. If they can talk about that incident honestly, it's good.”
Yoongi shrugs, “how would you know it's love and not two people getting habituated of each other? How would you know it's love and not just habit? How can you love someone who took everything from you? Knowingly or unknowingly.”
He hates how honest that last question comes out.
Byung gives Yoongi a small smile, “if the question is in the alpha's mind, then he already fell in love. Don't you think?” the luna nods when Yoongi startles, looking at him, “if the alpha is asking that to himself, then he already feels something. Right?”
“He feels himself falling, and that's when the fight between his mind and heart begins. Otherwise, why would he think like this? He would be just hating the omega and be done with it. No?”
Jin hums, “you are right. Also, I have no doubt about my love for my mate. I love him.”
Byung nods, “then I think Yoongi shouldn't worry so much about you. It's not like Jimin is your mate, Yoongi,” he chuckles, “let them have their story and you enjoy yours. Yeah?”
“Yeah, now kiss and make up,” Yushik laughs, “Jimin looks really shaken, Jin, he might need a kiss.”
Yoongi goes still. His eyes shift on Jimin who is already looking at him and Yoongi feels his jaw tighten. Jimin's face goes impassive, and Yoongi watches how he turns to Jin with a small smile.
There is something that passes between them, and Jin chuckles, cupping Jimin's face.
Jimin leans in, his eyes on Jin and Jin has his eyes fixed on Jimin.
Yoongi feels Hoseok's hand on his knee, squeezing it. Yoongi holds his breath, eyes moving on Jin and Jimin. He tries to tell himself that Jimin has done more. Got a mating mark. But seeing it still irks him.
Jin leans in first, eyes holding Jimin's and Jimin gives him a small nod.
Yoongi gets up, ignores how the chair topples over, “excuse me,” he bows to the leader, “I think I am not feeling well. I will take your leave now.”
He stands up, turns and leaves the house.
The pack is located near the jungle. The moon is hidden behind the cloud, leaving the pack in complete darkness. Yoongi walks briskly. He almost runs to the direction of the jungle. He wants to be alone for now. For a few moments at least.
Until he can breathe again.
Yoongi hears the footsteps following him and feels like snapping. He feels his skin crawl with anger. Yoongi knows his eyes are red. His vision bloody as he walks, listens to the sound of water and follows it. It's a long walk and the footsteps follow him along the path.
Yoongi speeds up, passing the treeline, hoping he will be left alone.
Instead, his wrist is caught, and he is forced to stop on his track. He can see the waterfall. The urge to take a dip builds in him. Something to cool him down. Something to lessen the burn in his veins.
“I know you hate me, but what you did back there could have blown our cover!” Jimin shouts, “what you did was so close to breaking our plan and putting Taehyung back in risk! How could you let your mouth run when you know-”
“Oh, I should always keep my mouth shut,” Yoongi turns.
He ignores how Jimin does not cower under his blood-shot eyes. Yoongi takes a sharp step in front of Jimin.
“I should be silent and let you do whatever you want because that's how it is always, no?” Yoongi hisses, “you always do what you want to, and I fucking follow!”
“I should have stayed and watched you rope another person in this game of yours,” Yoongi crowds Jimin against a tree, “I should have stayed and played the good alpha that I am and-”
Jimin snorts, no humour shows on his face, “oh, you are anything but good. You are horrible!”
“You put Jin hyung in such a horrible position!” Jimin shouts, “he has to talk to the alpha and ease the tension you left behind. How could you be so selfish! Learn from Jin-”
“Oh, shut it!” Yoongi roars, “I am sure your little kiss pleased them enough! I am sure they liked it!”
“I am sure you liked it!” Yoongi kicks the ground, anger running through his veins like molten lava, “I am sure the leader is pleased enough! So do me a favour and leave me alone!”
Jimin grabs Yoongi by his collars, tugging him back, “I left you alone! Ages ago! You prick!”
“I left you alone when I left!” Jimin's eyes sparkle blue, “I left you alone-”
“No, you didn't,” Yoongi gives into the pull and stands against Jimin, “no,” he grits out, “you are still here, and I hate it! Let me move on!”
Jimin snorts, “move on? From what? We had nothing!"
“You don't need to put in efforts to move on from something you were never into,” Jimin's eyes shine bright blue, “you don't move on from empty vows, lies and illusions. You just break free of them, and I freed you ages ago. You are free, Min Yoongi. To do whatever.”
Yoongi laughs, a hollow and mocking sound, “you think you freed me? Or, it was you who needed the freedom? To go around, experience what it feels like to date or have flings and shit like that. Don't blame it all on me when I always did what you wanted me to do!”
Yoongi turns on his feet and speeds towards the waterfall. He dives in after kicking his shoes off. The cold water chills him to the bones, and Yoongi takes a dip. He stays under the water, willing it to cool him down.
It does nothing. He still feels the flame burn in him.
Yoongi breaks the layer of the water to come up and wipe his eyes. He combs his wet hair back, eyes blinking to settle on the omega who stands by the edge of the water.
Yoongi turns away, feeling the shirt stick to him now, “go back. Your alpha must be worried about you.”
The sound of the water rippling makes Yoongi hold back a curse. He looks over his shoulder at the omega.
“Your omega must be worried about you too,” Jimin holds his chin out, “you don't get to make it about myself.”
Yoongi snorts, “everything is about you for ages now, Jimin.”
Yoongi turns to face the omega, “every damn thing is about you. You make sure it's about you. You-”
“The amount of time you are wasting on blaming me for the past that I already accepted as my fault, you could use to win your omega back. You realize?” Jimin steps closer.
The surrounding darkness is fading because of the fireflies. Yellow dots rush around them, illuminating Jimin's face for Yoongi and Yoongi can't breathe. His eyes roam over Jimin's face, takes in those blue eyes and trembling lips. Those tears clinging to those lashes...
The sound of the water flowing past them, down the river is the only sound except of the owls crying out time to time. The foxes in the jungle scream, announcing the hours of the night.
Yoongi steps closer, “seems like I am always doing what you want me to do.”
Yoongi comes to stop right in front of Jimin, feels how their toes touch under the water, “tell me then,” he murmurs to not disturb the silence of the jungle, “what do I do next to please you? Would you like it if I mate him? Is that it? Would you like to see us married now?”
Jimin gives him a sardonic smile, “it's not me, you want these things with him.”
Yoongi gives a laugh, “yeah? I always wanted to. Mate him, have a family. Knock him up-”
Jimin turns away, “then do it,” he takes a step towards the shore, “and, stop making my life miserable!”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's elbow, jerking him back, “it's not me who is making your life miserable,” he hisses against Jimin's ear, the omega's back pressed against his front, “you are miserable to think things get back to normal just like that. Just like your fickle mind!”
“Every omega is not like you,” Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's shoulders, forcing him to turn and face the alpha.
Jimin still refuses to look at his face. Yoongi looks at the mark. The mark is raw, blood dried around the wound. The more Yoongi watches it, the more he burns.
Yoongi lets his hand move. He lets his thumb press against the wound, feels the blood against his thumb.
“Every omega doesn't wear a mating mark from a random alpha right after making out with them,” he hisses, “every omega is not-”
“As easy as me?” Jimin grips Yoongi's wrist.
Yoongi's face contorts, “how could you?!” his voice cracks, "how could you?! How could you?!”
He crowds Jimin up against the boulders that create a small dam across the river. The water rushing around them, almost touching their waists as it flows...
Yoongi feels the tears roll out of his eyes, “how could you just break it all apart like it meant nothing and move on so quickly?! How could you leave like nothing ever happened?! How could you let someone else mark you?! How could you kiss Jin, knowing he is my friend-”
“What should have stopped me?” Jimin arches a brow, “you?”
“I burnt my world to keep yours safe!” Yoongi snarls, “I burnt myself to keep you warm! Did that mean nothing to you?!”
“How much is enough for you?!” Yoongi screams, “how much is enough to please you?! I ruined my dreams, hopes, future to keep yours intact! I did everything to keep you happy. I did everything to make sure you are safe! You are protected-”
“Did you love me?” Jimin chokes out.
“If you loved me, you would know how much it hurts to hear I ruined my loved one's future, so they can keep me safe,” Jimin sniffles, “you would know how much it pains to hear they burnt to keep me warm. If you loved me, you would know how much it hurts to love you.”
“What more do I want?” Jimin reaches to grasp at Yoongi's shirt, “I want you to be happy. Why can't you let us go and see what's right in front of you? Hobi hyung and you are right here. Why are you ruining it? I don't see the point, you-”
“It makes me nauseous,” Yoongi murmurs.
Yoongi nods, “the thought that you are okay with me mating Hoba when this damn mating mark on you is making me lose my everything. I just want to know who is this person. Who do you trust so much to let them do this! Why? Did you leave me because of them? Who is it?”
Jimin lets out a curse, “just forget it, okay?! Why are you so hell-bent to make it worse-”
“I want to curve this mark out of your skin,” Yoongi slams his hand against the boulder, “I can't. It's killing me. Just tell me who-”
“I don't owe you that!” Jimin hisses.
“God, tell me you know that person!” Yoongi combs his hair back, frustrated, “tell me he knows there is a fresh mating bite! You need that alpha to heal it! It can get wound, Jimin!” Yoongi curses, “it's like a Rabies wound. You are leaving it open, and it worries me!”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's shoulder, “if it's not treated or healed properly, it can kill you!” Yoongi's face contorts, “and I can't sleep thinking about it! The wound is not healing! It's a wolf's bite, Jimin! You need to heal it! Who is it? I just want to find him for you!”
“It goes away with time,” Jimin hisses, “can you stop worrying?”
“It doesn't,” Yoongi grits out, “stop believing the internet for everything! This is a wolf's bite. It goes away with the person! If a mating bite was so easy to remove, so many would have it! Don't you think?!”
“You have to understand,” Yoongi presses his thumb against the wound in his frustration, “you have to understand the alpha needs t-” his eyes drop to the wound and Yoongi holds his breath.
Jimin frowns, “what?”
Yoongi presses more against the wound, ignore the hiss Jimin gives.
Yoongi frowns, watches the blood against his fingertip, “the blood...”
Jimin looks at it, confused, “what about the blood?”
Yoongi's eyes are bright red when they snap to match Jimin's curious and confused eyes, “the blood smells.”
Jimin lets out a sigh, “of course it does!”
Yoongi shakes his head, looking at Jimin, “the person smells of an alpha. Any alpha, but the blood,” Yoongi holds his finger up, his red irises screaming murder, “it smells of the wolf.”
Jimin feels his heartbeat screeches to a stop, “wh-what?”
Yoongi steps closer, “it's mine.”
Jimin inhales sharply, “no!”
Yoongi keeps his eyes on Jimin, he sucks his thumb into his mouth, tasing the blood. Jimin holds his breath, and Yoongi's eyes glow while the alpha glares.
“It's my blood,” Yoongi murmurs, voice eerily quiet, “mixing with yours. It tastes like us.”
“You are going insane,” Jimin laughs, trembles when Yoongi takes a step towards him, “that's- that's not you-”
Yoongi's brow arches, “is that so?” he still sounds quiet, as if he is holding himself back, “then let's test it, Jimin. Let me taste the mark. Let's see what happens.”
Jimin presses himself up against the boulder, shaking his head, “no!”
Yoongi stops in front of him, hovering over him, “why not?”
Jimin fumbles for words, “be-becau-”
“What was the reason for you to hide it?” Yoongi chews out, “what were you thinking? That I would never know?”
Yoongi grips Jimin's hips, “why would you hide it?!”
Jimin snorts, not matching Yoongi's eyes, “it's not yours-” he flinches, eyes widening and mouth parting on a silent cry when Yoongi leans in, pushes the shirt aside and presses his lips against the mark.
It throbs with pain.
Jimin hisses, his hands flying up to grasp at Yoongi's hair to pull him away. The alpha crowds him against the boulder, lips pressed against the mark, while his hands tighten on Jimin's hips.
Jimin whimpers when he feels Yoongi's tongue pressing against the wound, “Y-Yoon...”
Yoongi growls when the scent invades his senses. The blood lingers on his tongue. He presses in, lips moulding around the wound to suck on it.
Jimin crumbles, the pain intensifying, “wh-what are you doing? It hurts!”
Yoongi curses, “it's so raw! Shit!”
He tugs at Yoongi's hair, pulling him away from the mark, “no,” he shakes his head when Yoongi tries to seal his lips against the wound again, “I said, no!”
Yoongi closes his eyes, inhales deeply to calm himself, “the wound will only grow if you don't tend to it!”
“I will get it removed,” Jimin glares, pressing his hands against Yoongi's chest, “I will go back and have the operation to get it removed. You don't need to worry.”
Yoongi pauses, “the operation...”
Jimin nods, “yeah. It's an accident anyway.”
Yoongi's face goes blank, “oh.”
Jimin snorts, “what? You wanted to add this to your list of another reason why I am your responsibility?”
“Why didn't you tell me?” Yoongi hisses, “why didn't you tell me and how did this happen?!”
Jimin looks away, “that night... when we made out,” he shrugs, “you-”
Jimin stops himself, gives Yoongi a small smile, “why do I need to tell you anyway? You are going to tell me I did this to rope you in. You will tell me how I manipulated you into this now,” Jimin closes his eyes, tears spilling out of them, “I keep messing up. No?”
“I am not doing one thing right,” Jimin shakes his head, “I keep messing up, and I thought I will be able to hide it. Long enough for you to stop asking. Long enough for it to either get me or a solution to come forward. I would get it removed, but I had to come here.”
Jimin shakes his head, “don't worry about it, okay? I will sort it out. You don't have to think about it,” Jimin looks at the shore, eyes fixed on the darkness of the jungle, “you are not mated. I didn't bite you. So, you are free anyway. Just, ignore this conversation. Yeah?”
“Jimin-” Yoongi stops when Jimin pushes him away, shaking his head frantically.
“No!” Jimin glares, slaps his hand down on the water, splashing it on them, “no. Tell me I am your responsibility one more time and I will do something to myself. I swear! I am sick and tired of it!”
Jimin wipes his eyes, “I am an adult. Believe it or not, I am, and I can take care of my problems. I will deal with it. I will find a way. Please, I beg, don't tell me you want to find a solution-”
“I don't plan on mating you,” Yoongi murmurs, “I wasn't saying that.”
“You are not my responsibility, not anymore,” Yoongi holds his hands up, “you cleared it out. I got it. But, I did that,” his eyes focus on the mark, “and I need to take responsibility of my action. So, I can help you get it removed. If you want. Do you want that?”
Jimin eyes Yoongi, “how?”
Yoongi lets out a breath, “we need to keep it healed. You can remove it anytime you want, but if it stays open like that, it will get infected. Just... let me heal it. Then do whatever you want. Yeah?”
Jimin thinks, eyes on Yoongi, “how?”
Yoongi shrugs, “wash the wound and let the alpha lick it-”
Jimin shakes his head, “no! No way in hell you are coming near me and licking me! Do you hear yourself?!”
Yoongi arches a brow, “if we feel nothing for each other, it's just an act of help. You need to heal. Come on!”
Jimin shakes his head, “no! I will find another way-”
“There's no other way,” Yoongi sighs, “and, you know that. You would have found it by now if there was. You need to heal it. You need my help here.”
Jimin snorts, “oh, you helped me into this!”
Yoongi sighs, “I know.”
Yoongi holds his breath, eyes on the omega who is clearly doubtful. Yoongi's eyes move from Jimin's face to that mark. Something flails its ugly head in him, spreading a sense of possessiveness through his veins that Yoongi abhors.
Jimin nods hesitantly, “fine, just heal it.”
Yoongi lets out a breath when Jimin dips into the water, rubbing his fingers over the wound to clean it. When he comes back up, his white shirt sticks to him. The mark glistens with water and blood oozes out of it.
It should be an ugly sight.
Yoongi finds it fascinating.
He steps closer to the omega. His eyes on the mark that is a stark contrast against Jimin's pale skin. The wound is deep. Yoongi traces the uneven skin around it, feels Jimin's heartbeat against his thumb.
He leans, nose pressing against Jimin's skin, lips on the wound.
Yoongi holds back a growl when Jimin's hands grasp at his hair, fingers gripping those locks tightly.
Yoongi mouths the wound, presses the flat of his tongue on it to let his pheromones absorb into Jimin's skin.
Jimin lets out a shudder, fingers twitching in Yoongi's hair.
There is a sound of footstep and Yoongi growls, pulling Jimin flushed against him with his arms around Jimin's waist.
He eyes the shore, eyes moving towards the source. Yoongi lets out a curse when he sees the pack leader and the Luna coming towards the river.
Jimin grips at Yoongi's shirt, “shit!”
Yoongi ducks, “shush!”
Jimin glares, “they can't see us like this! Yoongi-”
Yoongi shrugs, “you are not leaving!”
Jimin's nails dig into Yoongi's biceps, “they cannot see us like this! What will you tell them?! We will be kicked out!”
“I think there is some tension between Jimin and Yoongi,” Yushik speaks, walking down the riverbank, “they look like-”
“Lovers,” Byung hums, “I don't know. They looked like they had history together. As if they have feelings for each other.”
Yoongi looks at Jimin…
Jimin leans against the boulder, head tilted back against it. Yoongi presses closer when the footsteps come closer.
By the sound of it, the leader and the Luna are out for a night walk.
“That's unacceptable!” the leader growls, “they know affairs are not tolerated here!”
Byung sighs, “my love, we just met them. Let's give it some time,” they walk by the boulder's other side, “we will keep an eye on them and if something is amiss-” Byung looks at the river, he halts...
“What is it?” Yushik asks, worried, “what happened?”
Jimin feels terrified when they stop talking. His instinct kicks in, and he is clinging to Yoongi. His arms loop around Yoongi's neck, face burying against Yoongi's chest. Yoongi holds him closer, lips pressed against the mark and eyes sharp on the figures he can see vaguely.
Jimin bites back a whimper when the silence stretches, his teeth pressing against Yoongi's throat.
Yoongi holds Jimin against him, his muscles tensed. He knows he can't move because then the water will splash. He knows if the two of them leans over, they can see them.
Byung takes a step forward, and Yoongi holds his breath when their eyes meet.
Byung goes still, his eyes wide on Yoongi and then shift to Jimin. Yoongi keeps the eye-contact, pushing Jimin up against the boulder to keep him out of sight, but it's all futile.
Byung's jaw locks…
Byung's eyes turn golden for a second, and Yoongi's gleam red.
“What is it?” Yushik tries to walk around Byung.
Byung's eyes shift on Jimin who almost clings to Yoongi, trembling now, “love,” Byung murmurs, “can you get me my shawl. It's cold here. I will wait. Yes?”
Yushik hesitates, “love...”
Byung turns to smile at his mate, “I will sit here. Come back soon.”
Yushik sighs, nodding, “I always tell you to take a shawl but you never listen,” the alpha walks back towards the pack and Byung turns to them.
“Come here,” Byung chews out, “now!”
Yoongi eyes him, “why-”
“Get out before I call for guards,” Byung glares, “you are in no position to talk back to your luna!”
Yoongi lets out a sigh and slowly moves to the shore. He lets Jimin up first and follows. They both stand in front of Byung.
Byung looks at Jimin, “Was he forcing himself on you?!”
“What the fvck?!” Yoongi glares, “why would I-”
“He is someone else's mate!” Byung grits out, “here in your arms. Looking terrified. What am I supposed to think?!”
“He is not someone else's mate!” Yoongi hisses.
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Byung gives Yoongi a long look and then turns to Jimin, “explain what he said.”
Jimin glares at Yoongi and then looks back at Byung, “we...” his eyes shift on the ground, “we dated for a few months before I met Jin-”
“Do not lie,” Byung's jaw ticks, “not anymore!”
“What is going on, and I want to know in details,” Byung arches a brow.
“I don't think we have enough time to explain with your husband coming over,” Yoongi looks at the jungle, “he will be here any minute now.”
“Make it short,” Byung hums, “point to point.”
Yoongi nods, hums, “okay. Whatever the story you heard back there in the dining room, replace Jin for me, and you got the answer.”
Jimin closes his eyes, holding his breath.
Byung holds Yoongi's stare, “then... the mating mark is yours?”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, “yes.”
Byung scowls, “then why are you two not together?”
“He loves someone else, the omega you know as his mate,” Jimin murmurs, “and-”
“And, he realized that after we almost got married,” Yoongi chews out, “after I mated him, which he didn't tell me, by the way.”
Byung looks at Jimin and then back at Yoongi, “so, if you love Hoseok, why are you here?”
Yoongi opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, “that mark is mine! If I don't heal it, there will be consequences!”
“You want to take the responsibility? Just that?” Byung asks.
Yoongi nods mutely. Byung's lips twitch with amusement.
“I have never seen an alpha so passionate about their responsibility. I must say, you are a gentleman!” he looks over at Jimin, “do you want him to take respon-”
“No,” Jimin shakes his head, “I want to remove this mark.”
Byung gives Jimin a long look, “are you sure?”
Jimin nods, earnest, “yes. I want to be free from this-”
“Can we talk somewhere else?” Yoongi cuts in, “he is freezing, soaked and that mark is already making him weak. I don't want him to catch a cold because you want gossip.”
A/N - Byung is a guy. 'Luna' is the position of the pack leader's mate. Address him with he/him, please. x
Byung looks at Yoongi, “you are too outspoken for your own good. I can kick you out of the pack, you know?”
Yoongi nods, “even then, I would still say, let me take him somewhere warm. He is freezing, and I do not care what you do to me for trying to keep him safe.”
Byung gives a slow nod, looks at Jimin, “go to your house. I will meet you there with Yoongi. Get changed. I will be there.”
Jimin looks up, “please,” he begs, “if you want to kick us out, do so. But, Taehyung... he really needs your protection. Please don't throw him out.”
Byung sighs, “he agreed to go along with your lies. Technically he is to be blamed too, but I know his position and I want to know where you stand. I am not going to do anything without thinking it through. So, go home, wait for me.”
Jimin nods, bows, and turns to leave.
Byung looks at Yoongi whose eyes follow Jimin. Byung watches how Yoongi does not look away until he can't see Jimin anymore.
Then the alpha looks at Byung and Byung gives him a small smile.
“Go, I will join you,” Byung hops off the boulder, “in a few minutes at his place.”
“There is a hospital near our pack,” Byung sits on the couch, eyes on Jimin who sits across from him, beside Yoongi, “we go there for emergencies. If you want, I can book a slot for your checkup and then, if the doctor approves, you can operate the mark off. Do you want that?”
Jimin nods eagerly, “yes!” his eyes are wide with hope, “I would like that! I mean, that's the only thing holding him back from moving on-”
Byung shakes his head, “that's not the only thing holding him back from doing anything, Jimin. He is in no way tied to you. Mind you.”
Byung looks at Yoongi, “you are free to mate another person. I have had many experiences in this pack where the alphas run off to mate more than one omega. Until and unless you are bitten and held down, you are free to move along. You are not tied to him in any way. You know it.”
“That's why affairs before mating is prohibited here,” Byung looks at the two of them, “that's why we make sure the alpha and the omega, both are marked and mated. Otherwise, we omegas suffer the most. What's stopping you is your conscience. Right?”
“But, you don't have to worry,” Byung looks at Jimin, gives him a small smile, “Jimin here looks strong enough to hold onto his own. He sounds very level-headed. He will find a way. You don't have to worry, Yoongi. You can move on with your life. If that's all it is.”
Yoongi hesitates, looking at Byung and back at Jimin.
Byung arches a brow, “an omega who, according to you, ruined your life, is giving you a clear shot at a second chance with the person you really like. Why aren't you taking it?”
Yoongi looks away, “it's not that easy.”
Byung frowns, “why is it not that easy?”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, “I need to know what ticked you off. I want to know why you decided to leave. I want to know what went wrong because believe it or not, I was in that relationship too, okay? With you! I have a right to know!”
“I read your diary,” Jimin looks down at his hands, fingers grasping each other tightly, “I realized how suffocated you were since the start. I knew I was imposed on you, but I never knew to what extent. That day I realized to what extent. I was killing your dreams, you...”
“You read my diary...” Yoongi turns to face Jimin fully, “you read something I kept for myself. My personal-”
“I stumbled across it,” Jimin closes his eyes, “I was curious. I am glad I did, because,” he looks at Yoongi, tears brimming in his eyes, “I got to know so much.”
“I had to make it right,” Jimin urges, “you have to realize-”
“My life is not an infinity stone that you put it back in time and everything goes back to normal!” Yoongi throws his hands up, frustrated, “time does not go back like that! People don't reset like that, Jimin!”
“But they do,” Jimin slams his hand down on the couch, “they do when they never changed. You never loved me! You never stopped loving Hobi hyung! That makes it work! I was the hurdle and with me gone, things should fall in its right place! If you let it!”
Jimin looks at Byung, “you understand, right? What I am trying to say? I came between them and he never changed. He never loved me, then what is he trying to do still?!”
Byung looks at Yoongi, “answer him. He is asking a valid question here.”
When Yoongi hesitates, Byung lets out a curse, “Yoongi, answer this for me, do you still love Hoseok?”
Yoongi glances at Jimin. Jimin is looking down at the floor.
“No, look here and answer it,” Byung sighs, “tell me. Do you love him?”
“I will always love him,” Yoongi murmurs.
Byung arches a brow, “then I think it's time you let Jimin off the hook. If that's the case, then I don't see the problem. He did what was the right thing to do. Yes, it took him some time, but he did what was needed. He left you, so you can go back to win Hoseok over. Right?”
“If that's all there is, then let Jimin go,” Byung gives Jimin a tender smile, “I am sure you will find love again, Jimin. People fear to think that love can happen more than once. But, trust me, love will find you again, and I hope this time the with the right person.”
“It doesn't make you fickle minded,” Byung takes a glance at Yoongi, “it doesn't make you a liar for breaking the promise to love a person forever. Love is an emotion and sometimes we fall in love without us even realizing. I am sure you will find someone who would not +
+ hesitate to tell you they love you. I am sure you will find someone who you will love again too. I think,” Byung reaches to take Jimin's hand in his, “Jin can be that person too. You know? Or, anyone else. You don't need to rush it. Just know, this is not the end.”
Jimin nods, eyes on Byung's hands around his, “thank you.”
Byung hums, “I am sure you have a future plan, right, Jimin?”
Jimin nods, tentative, “I want to dance again. I want to start my dancing school. Then, some day, I might find someone to settle down with. Have a kid...”
“A family I never had,” Jimin looks forlorn, “I think, what I always wanted was a family to call mine.”
“And you will have it,” Byung squeezes Jimin's hand in his, “just not with Yoongi.”
“I know,” Jimin looks away, “I know that now. Knew that since reading those diaries...”
Jimin looks at Yoongi, “you should have told me, hyung,” his voice cracks, “that you had someone. How did you think that we will have a family when your heart wasn't in it? How could you think like that? It would never last! Imagine if the breaking point came after the marriage!”
“You would never be able to commit to it because I wanted something totally different from what you were ready to give me,” Jimin wipes his eyes, “you always knew that you would never touch me ever again, and I had all these plans of a proper family that I shared with you!”
“What were you thinking?” Jimin grasps at Yoongi's elbow, “how could you tolerate so much pain when you knew you wanted a family with Hobi hyung and by doing this, you were letting go of that dream? It must have hurt so bad! Why would you do that? Just for responsibility?!”
“It makes me horrified to think we were about to get married, and you just let it all happen because you thought it's the only solution!” Jimin curses, “all you had to do was tell me you had someone, and we would find a way. I would have talked to my dad! Got you out of there!”
“People make mistakes, hyung, you don't punish them this terribly! We would find a way-”
“I thought I had a plan,” Yoongi murmurs, looking away, “the news was everywhere. My family was dragged into it. I thought I had a plan of turning it all around. I thought that...”
“Down the line I will find a solution, all I had to do was, get along with it for the chaos of the scandal to die down. I thought, down the line I will find a loophole and get the chance to break it all off.”
Jimin stares, “that's…”
Yoongi hums, “fvcked up. I know.”
Byung frowns, “so, your plan was to go with the flow until you find something to blame everything on Jimin and run? Was that it?”
“No,” Yoongi snaps, “my plan was to stay as aloof as I can so Jimin realizes he deserves better and break it all off.”
Byung rises his brows, “oh?”
“So, that's exactly what he did,” Byung tilts his head, “then, why is that bothering you?”
“I don't know!” Yoongi leans over, his head in his hands while he pulls at his hair, “I don't know, okay?! I didn't think it will take so long? I didn't think it will hurt so bad?”
“I was planning for him to break it all off and when he did, it felt so weird,” Yoongi hisses, “I never planned to lead him on. I always planned to be cold and void of any emotions, so he gets tired of me. I was just that. I deliberately tried to ruin his feelings for me.”
“I told him to use scent-blockers,” Yoongi grits out, “because I wanted him to know his scent bothers me. It's not the case. Far from it. I kept hoba's photo in my damn wallet when I barely use it,” he snorts, “I never carry cash like that. But I wanted him to see it.”
“I wanted him to know that he changed nothing, and he would change nothing, but, then I kissed him,” Yoongi curses, “I kissed him, and it was the start of getting off the track. I didn't plan that! It was his birthday and he was so pretty,” Yoongi snorts, “yeah, well…”
“You kissed him...” Byung looks at Yoongi and back at Jimin.
Yoongi nods, “yeah. I wasn't thinking! I,” he looks at Jimin, “I wish I could say I regretted it. But,” Yoongi shakes his head, “out of the list of things I regretted, kissing you isn't one of them. Surprisingly.”
“I never spent hoba's heats with him, I could control myself around him just fine. I am not an animal, you know?” he looks at Byung, “but Jimin's heat triggered me. I regret sleeping with him when I was clearly more experienced. I always regretted that. In that sense.”
“He deserved to have a better first time,” Yoongi looks away, face contorting, “he deserved to have a better first kiss. A better first love! I tried to hold onto that thought, so I could push him away, and he would find someone better. Just like you said. I wanted that for him.”
“I thought one day he will realize it, and he did,” Yoongi's jaw locks, “but, when he did, it hurt. Just like right now, you saying that he would find someone, an alpha-”
“It upsets you?” Byung arches a brow.
Yoongi gives a sardonic smirk, “it makes me want to tear you apart.”
Byung's eyes stay kind. His smile is kinder. He hums, nods to himself before looking at Jimin.
“You can't change time, just as you said, Yoongi,” Byung looks back at Jimin, “but, you need to make up your mind. What do you want, because you are hurting him and Hoseok. Both.”
“I don't think I can go back to Hoba,” Yoongi looks away, “I don't think I-”
“Is it because you can't or because you don't want to?” Byung arches a brow, “because, you can surely go back to him. He looked like he still has feelings for you. You know? It will be easy, I think.”
When no answer comes, Byung chuckles, “I am almost fifty, Yoongi. I am mature enough to understand what you are going through. You don't want to go back anymore. But, accepting that makes you think you are betraying a belief you had since you were a kid. So, you resist. Right?”
“I am in no way looking down on your feelings for your childhood best friend, but, Yoongi, people move on-”
“I think we should go,” Jimin cuts in, “I don't want to talk about this because I moved past it. I don't need to know where he stands anymore. I am over it. For good.”
Jimin looks at Yoongi, “you wanted me to cut it all off. Take the blame, I did. I did exactly what you hoped for. So, now, all this talk is for nothing. It feels like I am forcing you to like me back and I have learnt the hard way that it's not possible. I don't want to anymore.”
Jimin looks at Byung, “I don't need a relationship adviser. Not when there's no relationship to begin with. It's up to you if you want to get us expelled. I will take it. But, I refuse to sit here and listen to this. I will get the mark removed and set us free.”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, “see? It's all about you. You wanted me, you read my diary, you decided to run away, you hid the mark from me, now you want to end it all. You, you and you!”
Jimin flinches when Yoongi shouts, his eyes wide.
Yoongi glares at him, “I am here too!”
“This is my life you are playing with!” Yoongi jabs a finger against his chest, “this is my feelings you are destroying! I am sorry, okay? That I loved someone before knowing you! I am sorry that I didn't switch like a bloody knob the moment I saw you! So fvcking sorry!”
“I am sorry that I made a mistake, hell, I made a lot of mistakes, but so did you! You could have asked me if I was single or not before your daddy dearest hooked you up with me! You could have asked me about those damn diaries. You could have asked me! You could have asked!”
“I am not a damn furniture you change the moment you don't like it!” Yoongi growls, “I am not a damn thing you throw away the moment you think you are over it! I am damn person with feelings and you-”
“Your feelings don't lie with me!” Jimin shouts, “you don't love me!”
“Love doesn't happen in a day!” Yoongi screams, “you fool! Love doesn't happen so quickly! Even if it does, it takes time to grow to a point where a person feels confident enough to voice it! You are crazy if you think it's an instant recipe! It doesn't work like that!”
Yoongi looks at Byung, “one day I come home to him leaving, and he doesn't even give me a reason! The next day he is calling off everything and storming out of my life just like he came. I feel used, confused and frustrated. I know he has a point, but what about my points?!”
“Do you love him?” Byung asks, “do you see yourself with him?”
“I planned my future with him,” Yoongi whispers, “I was ready to marry him.”
“That doesn't answer anything, Yoongi,” Byung sighs, “you said it yourself, you think of him as your responsibility and nothing else.”
“I can lie and tell you I love you,” Yoongi murmurs, “but I don't want to. I am not sure yet. But, you are leaving, and you have decided to leave, so I might as well say it. Because,” Yoongi shrugs, “what is left for me to lose or gain anyway, right?”
“I started keeping a journal because of how I felt for hoba and I couldn't tell him that. I kept it all in that journal. You saw it, you read it. You know how I felt. I was honest. Then we got together and slowly those lines started to be less frequent and then stopped.”
“You thought it's because I lost my dreams, or I never mentioned you because I didn't consider you a part of my life. No,” Yoongi looks at Jimin in the eyes, “it's because I kept diaries solely for Hoba. When I felt my feelings were changing, my writings changed too…”
“I didn't feel like writing them down because these feelings were too raw for me to acknowledge them, forget writing them down. I was terrified of these newfound feelings, and I still am. I am not going to compare, okay? Hoba is my first love, but... I couldn't deny that...”
“My feelings for him were slowly starting to,” Yoongi gestures vaguely with his hands, “I don't know how to say this, but when we just got together, I hated you. I hated coming home to you. I hated everything about you. My feelings for Hoba were so strong, I was blinded by them.”
Yoongi curses, “but, with time, coming home to you got easier. With time, the pain hoba's thoughts would bring me started to feel less and lesser. I started to look forward to seeing you when I reach home. Remember, how shocked you were when the first time I went to pick you up?”
“I just drove there without thinking. I just wanted to see you,” Yoongi curses, “I never liked nicknames. They are stupid, utterly cheesy and ridiculous but that day you had this stupid bouquet with you. Of some flowers and you kept smiling at it and I thought flowers suit you…”
“I don't know when, but I started to cook for you, make sure you eat before you leave for college or work. I started to come home soon. I was keeping notice of your schedule. I didn't get the time to write anything because all these were new to me. I was learning a new person!”
“I am sorry if I didn't get the time to put that feeling in my damn diary with eloquent words because I was too busy going through this shift that was wrecking havoc on my mind. I didn't want the change, but it was happening, and I didn't want to acknowledge it. Ever.”
“I am not comparing, but falling for Hoba was so easy! I knew him since birth. He was my only friend for a long time. I was familiar with him, and he is like a comfort to me. But, you,” Yoongi combs his hair back, frustrated, “I hated the idea of feeling anything for you.”
“But, I was, and it was horrifying!” Yoongi looks away from Jimin, “I never wanted to love you, Park Jimin. I never planned on it. I would still tell myself you were my habit, I got habituated but, love is a habit too. You know? Choosing to love someone every day is a habit too.”
“And, I didn't want to make that choice,” Yoongi looks at Byung, his eyes shining, “I don't want to make that choice because it will never be good. Right? We were wrong since the start. We were doomed since the start, and it will only hurt us. Loving him is not going to be easy-”
“But you love him anyway,” Byung whispers, throat closing around the words, “knowing it will hurt. Knowing nothing will come off it now, you love him anyway. Right?”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, his chest contorting, as if someone is holding his heart in their palm, tightly…
Yoongi realizes with a start that maybe Jimin is. Maybe Jimin holds his heart in his palm. Without Yoongi's permission. He plays with it the way he wants. Maybe without him realizing it too and Yoongi knows it will break but he is tired of playing safe…
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispers.
Jimin stumbles back, shaking his head, “you don't mean it.”
Byung frowns, “what?”
Jimin grabs the neck of his shirt and tugs it down to reveal the mating mark, “it's his way of trying to do the right thing because he feels obligated now that there's a mating mark involved!”
Yoongi gives a hollow laugh, both of his hands combing through his hair frustratingly, “my god, you are so...”
Jimin steps back, “I can't ever trust you! You agreed to marry me when you felt nothing for me!”
Yoongi curses, “what do I have to do for you to trust me?!”
“You just called me names, you just said I am roping you into this,” Jimin hisses, “you just said I manipulated you into whatever we had. You can’t possibly think I will believe you now-”
“How about we do one thing,” Byung chirps in, “how about you two give this another chance?”
Yoongi and Jimin look at Byung. Confused.
Byung gestures, “you both clearly feel something for each other. Both of you do. How about you try courting? In the past, you both rushed into it and ruined it for both of you. How about this time you take it slow? A second chance?”
“Courting,” Byung smiles at them, encouraging, “old-fashioned way of an alpha gaining an omega's trust back. How about you try that? A time span where you two give each other a chance to walk up to each other, not dive into it head first. Huh?”
Jimin looks at Yoongi, “I don't want anything to do with him. Also, my heat is due-”
“What? You are going to spend it with Jin hyung?” Yoongi arches a brow, eyes sparkling red.
Jimin hisses, “say shit like that again, I will slap you!”
Yoongi steps forward, “go on!”
Byung stands up, “enough! Both of you! If you don’t want to give it a chance, that’s okay. Just stop picking fights with each other and try to be civil because otherwise, you are going to blow your cover, and then I won’t be able to help you or your friend! At least, be civil!”
Jimin nods, “I will be civil. I don't want to see his face anyway! Also? If I please, I can spend my heat with whoever the fvck I want! You get no say in this! If I want, and he agrees, I will bloody hell spend my heat with Jin hyung!”
Yoongi goes still, his jaw ticking. He watches Jimin fume and then he looks back at Byung.
“Thank you for not blowing our cover,” Yoongi bows, “I will take your leave now,” he looks at Jimin, “all the best on your new target!”
Jimin and Byung watch Yoongi storm out of the room.
@/ksjinddy I WILL BE FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR SUGGESTING THIS SONG FOR THIS STORY.
This is the perfect song for this story. I am so in love. It's Hindi. Idk if there's an English translation but,
THIS IS THE OST of this story from now on — youtu.be/A1fvWXogTLw
“I think we should talk,” Jin comes to sit beside Yoongi.
“No, we shouldn't,” Yoongi busies himself with the preparation of the feast for that night, “I don't want to create a scene, Jin. Leave me alone.”
“What is wrong with you nowadays?” Jin curses, “you are just so distant.”
“It's better than me feeling anything,” Yoongi looks at the lights he is hanging around the field where the weekly pack gathering happens, “I don't want to end up losing it, Jin. Just… let me be.”
Jin gives him a disappointed look, “you realize his heat starts tomorrow, right?”
Yoongi grips the hammer in his hand, looking at the stand where he is nailing the wires, “well, I am not sure why I need to know that.”
Jin lets out a long breath, “this pack knows I am his alpha. I will be locked in that damn house with him for these three days! Yoongi!”
Yoongi shrugs, looking at the people roaming around, “well, what do you want me to say? Enjoy? Do what he wants? See what he needs?”
Jin holds his breath, “you can't be serious.”
Yoongi slams the hammer against the pole, “I am! I am very serious! What do you want me to say?!”
“What should I do?!” Yoongi barks, “what do you want me to do?!”
“Byung summoned him,” Jin looks around to make sure no one is listening in, "I think they are talking about it. I don't know, Yoongi. Staying with him during this time will be a disaster!"
Yoongi looks away...
Jin shoves his hands in his pockets, desperate, “you realize this is his second heat, right? He will be just as inexperienced! I am not sure it’s a good idea for me—”
“Ask him,” Yoongi looks at his hand, tightly gripping the hammer, “just do what he says. Whatever he says.”
“You know what he will 'say,' in that state!” Jin grits out, “you know very well what his omega will say! I am an alpha-”
“Then talk to him now,” Yoongi shrugs, “ask him what he says. If he wants you, go ahead. You don't need my permission. I am no one in this business.”
Jin gives Yoongi a long look, “you are ruinous. You know?”
Yoongi chuckles, “I am ruined,” he picks up the wires in his hands, “he is ruinous. Excuse me.”
He marches away from Jin. Leaves before the urge to tear Jin apart grows more. He leaves before his anger erupts.
“Byung can't do shit, not when Yushik thinks we are mated,” Jin looks at Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok, “Jimin is quiet. He didn't utter a single word, guys. I am so fvcking frustrated right now!”
Taehyung looks at Jin, “well, you can contorl yourself, right?!”
Jin glares, “me controlling myself is not the problem here, Tae! He will be in heat! I am an alpha. Simply put, a knot! You realize that he will not be in his senses, right?!”
“I talked to him,” Taehyung bites his nails, “he was quiet with me too. He just said, it will be okay.”
“How will he be okay when he will not be in his senses and I will be the only alpha-”
“You can be the last alpha on this planet,” they all turn to see Jimin by the doorstep, “and, I can have my first ever heat, hyung. I would still not want you. I will be fine, trust me.”
Jimin looks at Jin, “I will be fine.”
Jin stands up too, “you think so, Jimin. You remember what happened the first time, right?”
Jimin nods, “I remember. That's why I am telling you, it will be fine. Calm down. Okay? Just control yourself, and you'll not be disturbed by me.”
Jimin goes to his room, closing the door behind himself.
Taehyung looks at Jin, “yeah, control yourself. I will call you every hour. Make sure you pick up. Otherwise, I don't care who thinks what or does what, I will come and break the damn door. Trust me.”
Jin nods, “fine!”
Yoongi sits by the waterfall. His eyes on the water while the night grows old around him.
It's almost two in the night, and it's the first day of Jimin's heat. Yoongi sits on the boulder, willing himself to go back home.
His muscles won't cooperate. He doesn't want to.
Yoongi lies down on the boulder, eyes on the sky. He feels the frustration seep out of him. Hot trails of tears silently roll out of his eyes to get lost in his hairline. He doesn't bother wiping them.
He counts the stars instead, trying to will himself to just stay put.
He watches the sky till he can't. Till he reaches for his phone and dials the number.
It rings. With each ring, Yoongi's heartbeat picks up. He thinks of cutting the call. Thinks of throwing the phone into the river.
The voice is shaken. Yoongi feels it in his core.
“How are you?” Yoongi watches the moon peeking through the clouds.
“Why?” Jimin coughs, his voice frail.
“Are you alone?” Yoongi chews the inside of his cheek, feels fresh tears roll out of his eyes, “please, be alone.”
“You are so selfish!” Jimin hisses, “fvck you!”
“Jimin,” Yoongi hears Jin's voice, “roll on your side-”
Yoongi holds his breath, his eyes stuck on the sky.
Jimin moans, “listen-”
Yoongi chuckles, “no, forget it. Forget I called.”
He cuts the call and sits up on the boulder. The voices echo in his head...
Yoongi prided himself in not losing it like almost all alphas did. He liked to think he was better than that.
But, he punches the boulder next to the one he is sitting on. He punches it until it hurts, bruises and blood starts to clot. Until it hurts more than his heart.
Until he can't anymore and then he dives into the water. The cold seeps into his bones, and he holds himself underwater. He swims till his skin is prune, and he can feel the cold almost freeze him.
Then he gets out of the water and goes home to Hoseok who is sleeping on the bed.
Yoongi watches Hoseok sleep peacefully. He walks up to the bed, eyes stuck on the omega, whose scent envelops him now. Yoongi leans against the bedpost, the voices still echoing in his ears, and his eyes are stuck on Hoseok.
This is the person he always wanted to come home to.
Hoseok stirs, turning on his side. He is wearing a T-shirt to bed and his boxers. The T-shirt is too big on him, almost falling off his shoulders. Yoongi watches how Hoseok slowly stirs, eyes fluttering.
“Hyung?” Hoseok sounds groggy, “I was waiting for you to come home.”
Yoongi watches Hoseok sit up on the bed, the T-shirt falling off his one shoulder. Yoongi's eyes trail over Hoseok's figure. He ignores how Hoseok notices that too. He ignores how Hoseok's eyes roam over his soaked figure too.
The night is too quiet. They are quiet too...
Yoongi feels the anger shimmer through his veins. He watches how Hoseok's lips part, a silent gesture that maybe even he doesn't notice.
Yoongi does though. His eyes drop to those lips. He reaches out, hand cupping the side of Hoseok's cheeks.
Hoseok sucks in a breath, “Yoon-”
Yoongi leans in, his forehead resting against Hoseok's and Hoseok grips his wrist, eyes on Yoongi.
Yoongi's eyes closes, silent tears oozing out of his eyes, “all I ever wanted is right here,” he murmurs, “in this room. This is all I ever wanted. You, like this. Waiting for me.”
“But, I stopped waiting for that dream, hoba,” he breaks down, “I stopped dreaming of you. I stopped, gave up, left this dream and walked out into my reality. Him,” Yoongi sobs, “he became my reality and now that he is gone, I feel like I am walking into a nightmare!”
Yoongi feels Hoseok going still against him, and he pulls away to sit at the edge of the bed, “I hurt him, I am hurting you, I am hurting myself,” he holds his head in his hands, pulling at his hair, “why can't I ever have what I want? Why am I so slow to realize who I want!”
“I want to buy that damn house,” Yoongi sobs in his hands, “I want to go home to him. I want us to love each other slowly. I want us to be something,” Yoongi looks at his feet, “but, here I am. There he is. With someone else. It hurts so bad! It hurts so fvcking bad!”
Hoseok crawls over to him, hugging him from the side, “hyung,” his voice comes out heavy too, “breathe. You are too riled up. Please, breathe. Okay? It will be fine. It's just a heat. Even if he is with someone, it doesn't mean anything. It's just a heat.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “our entire relationship was based on him being in heat. How am I to forget that, and I can't,” he looks away, “I can't-”
“It will be fine,” Hoseok rubs Yoongi's back, “calm down, okay? It will be fine. When he gets out of heat, talk. It will be fine.”
Yoongi stands up, “you sleep, okay? I will take the couch outside.”
Hoseok holds Yoongi's wrist, “stay. It's okay. We can share a bed without it being awkward. Trust me.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “no, hoba. I will take the couch outside. Just... sleep. Sorry for waking you up.”
“And, hoba,” Yoongi holds Hoseok's hands in his, “I never apologized to you properly. Because, maybe deep down, I always thought I will come back to you. Maybe I held onto that hope that one day I will just return to you, and it will be all forgiven and forgotten...”
“But, now I know,” Yoongi's face contorts, “that I will never return here. To you,” he wipes Hoseok's eyes, shakes his head, “I will never be able to turn back to you. So,” Yoongi lets out a breath, “I am sorry. For leaving you back then. Now. I am sorry for breaking it all off.”
“I am sorry for leading you on, keeping you on my tail,” Yoongi sniffles, “I know that he will never want me back, but I can't pretend to not want him anymore. I can't pretend that if he doesn't want it, I can be yours. I can't. I might as well move on from both of you.”
Yoongi's lips tremble on silent sobs, “I just... I wish,” he tilts his head, tears rolling out of his eyes, “I wish I didn't lose my best friend because of this stupid love shit!”
Hoseok bursts into tears, “you moron. You will never lose your best friend. He is right here!”
“He is not going anywhere,” Hoseok reaches out to wipe Yoongi's eyes, “he never will because,” Hoseok cups Yoongi's face, “because he only has you too. Okay? Never doubt that.”
Yoongi breaks, he throws his arms around Hoseok and gathers the omega in his arms, “thank you, hoba!”
Hoseok hugs Yoongi back, just as tightly, “I will find someone better, you know?”
Yoongi laughs, nods while tears roll out of his eyes, happy, relieved tears, “oh, I know! Someone way, way better. You always deserve the best. I never doubted that.”
Hoseok nods, “good.”
Hoseok pulls away, wipes Yoongi's eyes, “now calm down. Go and sleep. You look like a ghost of yourself. Come on. Rest. How long has it been since you last had a peaceful sleep?”
Yoongi gives him a rueful smile, “months. Since he left.”
Yoongi turns and walks out of the room.
Jimin drags himself to the river after those three days are over. He ignores Jin's protests and tells the alpha that he will be back after he cleaned himself of the fluids all over his skin.
Jin had let him go, worriedly staring after him. Jimin ignored the alpha.
It's past midnight, so Jimin expects the waterfall to be quiet and empty. Just what he needs right now.
He almost drops himself into the water, sitting by the shore and letting out a curse when the cool water touches his burning skin.
Jimin lies down, eyes on the sky.
Jimin hears the footsteps and sits up. His eyes alert and on the jungle. He pulls the white, flimsy shirt he wore tightly to him and stares at the source of the sound.
The footsteps draw closer and Jimin sits in the water, feeling nauseous. He still smells of his heat.
Jimin's heart stops in his chest when the person rounds the corner and steps around the boulders lining the shone.
Yoongi looks up from where he was, hands in his pockets and black, sheer, shirt open till the last button.
They both freeze. Eyes on each other.
Jimin pulls his legs up to himself, arms going around them while he watches Yoongi.
Yoongi looks at him while slowly walking up to the river. The alpha stands by the riverbank, eyes fixed on Jimin.
Jimin can hear his heartbeat over the sound of the waterfall…
“You don't smell like Jin,” Yoongi blurts out, voice carrying over to Jimin.
Jimin frowns, “why,” he blinks, confused, “why'd I smell of him?”
Yoongi slowly steps into the river, eyes on Jimin, “when I called, he was there with you.”
Jimin's confusion ebbs off to realization.
“What?” Jimin arches a brow, giving Yoongi a sardonic smile, “I should smell of his cum or knot? Is that what you are saying?”
Yoongi growls, it tears out of him, “careful! I am fvcking at the edge.”
Jimin shrugs, “you asked. I answered. What's your next question? How was he?”
“Might as well tell me,” Yoongi shrugs out of his shirt, throwing it on the nearest rock, “judging by he is the first alpha after me.”
Jimin leans back, his legs stretching out in front of him, “he was better, actually. His knot felt better inside-”
Jimin stops when Yoongi moves, his hand grabs Jimin's ankle, pushes it to the side and the alpha steps between his legs.
Jimin presses himself against the boulder he is leaning on, eyes wide and on Yoongi who is right in front of him. Yoongi's eyes are oozing fire...
“Choose your words very wisely,” Yoongi grits out, “very, very wisely, blossom,” he hisses the endearment, “I am in no mood to play your games.”
Jimin places his hands on Yoongi's bare chest, nails digging there, “well, you asked. Am I supposed to lie? He was better.”
Yoongi's arm goes around Jimin's waist, easily wrapping Jimin up in his arms, “you don't smell like any alpha. At all.”
Jimin arches his back, hand on Yoongi's shoulder now, eyes focused on those red irises, “and?”
Yoongi's eyes trail over him, “and, there are no bruises...”
Jimin shrugs, “some alphas are not controlling, you know?” he chews out, “some likes it the other way around. Unlike some who are brutal and rough and doesn't stop to think it's the omega's first time-”
Yoongi arches a brow, “wow, you remember a lot from the first time, I see.”
Yoongi leans in, lips pressing against Jimin's ear, “how about,” he nips Jimin's earlobe, “I remind you how you were on your first time, and you might realize how I felt. Hmm? How about I make you remember how it felt to be mine?”
Jimin sucks in a breath...
“The thing is,” Jimin's nails dig deeper in Yoongi's flesh, his voice comes out tight against Yoongi's ear, “you and I both don't forget. We never forget, and that's the reason we are here.”
He watches Yoongi, “you, with someone else,” he looks away, “me with someone else too.”
“I am not with someone else,” Yoongi whispers, eyes stuck on the mark against Jimin's neck, “I am not with anyone else. I got out of it.”
Jimin freezes in his arms, eyes slowly shifting on Yoongi, “what?”
Yoongi nods, watching how fresh blood coats the wound, “yeah.”
Yoongi leans towards the wound, “did it hurt during the heat?”
Jimin shrugs, “what do you mean you got out of it?”
Yoongi lets his thumb graze the uneven skin, “told him I can't pretend anymore. Told him I stopped loving him. Maybe ages ago-”
Jimin pushes at his chest, “stop!”
He shakes his head, pressing himself against the boulder to stay away from Yoongi, “don't lie to me! Don't try to manipulate me into whatever you are planning!”
Yoongi reaches for him desperately, “no,” takes a hold of Jimin's wrist, “I am not playing a game! I mean it!”
“Don't lie to me,” Jimin glowers, “not when it changes nothing! I am not going to go back to a person who told me I roped him into this. Not to a person whose first thought after hearing Jin hyung's voice was, I slept with him. Not to a person who doesn't trust me.”
“You didn't?” Yoongi wonders, hand tightening around Jimin's wrist, feet moving him closer to the omega, “you didn't sleep with him?”
“I don't owe you the answer to that,” Jimin grits out, eyes turning Azure, “I don't owe you shit!”
“Just tell me,” Yoongi begs, “please.”
Yoongi leans his head against Jimin's collarbone, voice coming out tight, “I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop imagining you with him, or anyone else. Just...”
“Imagine what you put me through then,” Jimin snorts, “put yourself in my shoes, and then we can talk.”
“I never slept with anyone else since I promised to marry you!” Yoongi growls, “what are you saying?!”
Jimin glares back, “emotionally?! What about that? You were never present. You were never-”
“What do I have to do for you to forgive me?!” Yoongi slams his hand on the water…
“Nothing,” Jimin shrugs, “I am over you, Min Yoongi. I will book an appointment, now that the heat is over, and get this mark off me. You can do whatever you want. You are not my headache anymore. Now,” he turns on his feet, “excuse me. It's getting late and I am cold.”
Yoongi reaches out to hold Jimin by his waist. He gets closer until Jimin's back is pressed against his chest. Yoongi presses his lips against Jimin's neck, feeling how Jimin tilts his head to the other side.
“Please,” Yoongi whispers, “give me one chance. Last chance. Please.”
“I wish I could,” Jimin turns his face to look over at Yoongi, their faces inches apart.
A teardrop rolls out of Jimin's eye, “but, I can't,” he looks at Yoongi with pain clear in his eyes, “not when I am mated to you. Not when I can't say if this is you or the mark talking.”
“Not when I spent an entire heat in pain, emotional and physical, wishing it would stop hurting so bad. Not when the mating mark opened and it felt like my entire body was on fire. Not when your first thought was I spent it with Jin hyung. No, I can't. I can't do that to myself.”
Jimin searches Yoongi's eyes, “I stayed awake every hour and wished I never met you, hyung,” he lets the tears roll out of his eyes, “I let Jin hyung bring me food, painkillers and drinks and cursed myself for wishing it was you,” he looks away, “I can't hurt myself anymore.”
“I am getting this mark removed,” Jimin wipes his eyes, “Byung said he won't be able to come with me. Taehyung wants to, but Sarangie sleeps around the clock now, and I can't ask him to bring the baby to the hospital. So, I will go alone. I need some rest. Let me go.”
Jimin watches him and Yoongi watches Jimin back.
“Is this your final decision?” Yoongi asks, “you want to remove the mark?”
Jimin nods, “yeah,” his throat bobs, “I want to move on.”
Yoongi's eyes roam over Jimin's face, “fine. I will go with you.”
Jimin frowns, “what?”
Yoongi holds back his tears, “I always blamed myself for getting you into this,” he nods, “I was there to ruin your life, I will be there to free you too. I will go with you. If that's what you want, really want, then I will come with you and be there.”
Jimin watches him...
Then Jimin turns on his heels and gets out of the water. Yoongi turns away too, dipping into the water to let the tears blend with the tides. He comes up after a moment, combing his hair back and staring at the waterfall.
Yoongi swims to the waterfall, standing underneath.
The water flow is heavy, but not too heavy to push him away or hurt him. Yoongi stands and lets it pour on him while tears roll out of his eyes.
The water is not above his waistline. He stands and lets the cold water run around him.
The sound of footsteps on the water makes him look at the river, and Yoongi lets out a gasp when he sees the flash of white before Jimin slams into him.
Before Yoongi can understand anything Jimin cups his face, tugging him forward to press his lips against Yoongi's parted ones.
It's not a kiss. Not a proper one, at least.
Jimin is sobbing, his lips trembling against Yoongi's and Yoongi is still until he is not. He is reaching out to hold Jimin by his waist, crying himself.
He feels his heart breaking between them.
Because it feels like a goodbye.
“You owed me that,” Jimin whimpers into the kiss, “you owed me a kiss where you fvcking felt something!”
Yoongi pulls Jimin closer, kissing him deeply, “I always,” he coaxes Jimin to open his mouth, “always felt something.”
Jimin bites down on his lower lip, “not enough!”
Jimin holds Yoongi while the alpha kisses down his throat, tongue pressing against the mating mark.
Jimin hisses, looking down to see Yoongi lick at it, trying to clean it under the waterfall, “I deserved to have a happy story to tell my kids about my mating, you know?”
“I deserved to have happy memories with my mate,” Jimin tugs at Yoongi's hair, pulling him away, “I deserved better!”
“Then let me be better,” Yoongi pushes Jimin up against the rocks, desperate, “our kids can learn that we still made it. Every first doesn't have to be happy!”
“I am not having your kids!” Jimin hisses, shaking his head, “I will not have your kids! I am just saying-”
Yoongi kisses him again, pressing him against the rocks, “stop saying. Please. I beg, one chance! Jimin, just one chance! I will make your every memory a happy one!”
“I don't know how to trust you with this mark on me,” Jimin pulls away from the kiss, turns his face away when Yoongi follows him, “I don't know how to believe any word you say when I know you would do anything for your responsibilities, and you see me as one. For sure!”
“I will take you to remove the mark,” Yoongi murmurs, “and then, I will court you. How does that sound?”
Jimin looks at him, confused, “you know that if we get the mark removed then we can't mate until I want, right? It has to be my choice this time.”
Yoongi shrugs, “I know.”
Jimin tilts his head, “what if I never want you again?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I would still want this. I would still take a chance over nothing at all.”
Jimin watches him, “you would do so much for nothing? I won't be easy-”
“You never were,” Yoongi holds back a smile, “trust me.”
Jimin lets Yoongi come closer. The alpha's lips pressing against Jimin's mark. Jimin lets Yoongi kiss it, lets himself feel the soothing pheromones surround him.
“It will not be easy,” Jimin whispers, “people here still think we are mated to someone else.”
“We will find a way.”
“Don't fuck it up, okay?” Jimin whispers, “if you do, I will never forgive you again. I swear.”
Yoongi pulls back to match Jimin's eyes, “I will not fuck it up. I swear.”
Jimin nods, hesitantly letting Yoongi pull him towards the shore, letting out of the water...
— Spoiler : one is lying
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“You will be fine?” Yoongi asks by the treeline before they enter the pack's locality, “I can't follow you there.”
Jimin hums, wraps his arms around himself, “yeah. I will be fine. Don't worry.”
Yoongi nods, “I will go after you.”
Jimin turns and slowly walks away...
Jimin gets inside the house and Taehyung is right there, by the bedroom. His eyes are on Jimin and Jimin watches how Jin is asleep on the couch.
Jimin walks up to the bedroom and gets inside, dragging Taehyung inside too, “listen, I told him about the operation.”
Taehyung looks at Jimin with worry colouring his eyes, “shit!”
Jimin nods, “yes. I just couldn't hold it back. I wanted to hurt him by saying that, but instead, he agreed to come with me.”
Taehyung goes still, “wait, what?”
Jimin nods, infuriated, “now I need to find a plan.”
“You need to get the mark removed, otherwise you can't get married!” Taehyung hisses, “Jimin! What were you thinking?!”
“I wasn't, okay?!” Jimin sits beside Taehyung, frustrated, “he was saying things that I always wanted to hear, and I just couldn't hold myself back. I am so-”
Jimin shakes his head, “he can't come with me. I can't take anyone with me! I need to leave on my own, and then I need to do as we planned!”
“We don't need to go through with this plan,” Taehyung shakes his head, “listen, Namjoon will do something. We can just wait and it will-”
Jimin gives Taehyung a look, “Namjoon alone can't solve everything. We need more people at our side. If I go through with this, my dad will be on our side, along with that alpha's family. You are not realizing, Tae. We need to figure this out as quickly as possible!”
“I have brought enough shame to my family, you know?” Jimin looks down at his hands, “mum kept saying how much dad had to listen from everyone when I decided to marry Yoongi and then when I broke it all off, our family suffered again. This will be a little payback.”
“Dad sounded so happy, Tae,” Jimin blinks back tears, “after so long, he talked to me. When I went to Byung's room, and he let me contact dad, he sounded so happy. I can do this, you know?”
“You are marrying a man you never met,” Taehyung grips Jimin's hand in his, “please!”
Taehyung jerks Jimin's hands, making the omega look at him, “you are marrying a person you don't know. You have no idea how he is. You just know his family is powerful and that's it! I don't need you to do this to save me, chim! This doesn't sound right! It's not right!”
Jimin's jaw hardens, he glares at Taehyung, “I am marrying him because his family is powerful and by doing this, I am gaining a favour from my dad! My dad will now help me find this person behind you and I will get you out of this. Just trust me, okay?!”
Taehyung feels tears brim his eyes, “you shouldn't need a favour from your dad, you know? He is your dad. He should support you. No matter what.”
Jimin shrugs, looking down at his hands, “I didn't act like his son either. I kept bringing shame to the family. Repeatedly.”
“Who cares?” Taehyung sniffles, “they are horrible parents! Who cares?!”
Jimin meets Taehyung's eyes, “I do. I left my house because I was so sure of him, you know? That he loves me and I love him, and I am making the right decision. Now look at me! Maybe they were right.”
Taehyung shakes his head, “they were never right! They were never right. Come on-”
“No,” Jimin shrugs, “I will go through with this. I feel guilty of it all, you know? I ruined so much of my family because I let my heart decide for me. I am done with that. I can do this.”
Taehyung looks at Jimin, giving up, “what did he say? Yoongi hyung?”
Jimin's lips tremble, those eyes flickering away, “that…” Jimin looks over Taehyung's shoulder, “that he wants a future with me. He wants to try.”
Taehyung hears the heartbreak in that voice, “don't do this.”
“Don't let me be the reason you are unhappy,” Taehyung sobs, shaking his head, “I will take death over that-”
Jimin snorts, “at this point I am not even sure if I know what happiness feel like, Tae. If, by doing this, I can keep you safe… the only person who matters, I will.”
Jimin looks at Taehyung, wiping his eyes, “you have a family now. Sarangie needs you. Jungkook wants a future with you, just as you want that. I would be damned if I let anything stop that. I can do this, you know? Who knows, maybe I will come to like the alpha,
“You already love someone,” Taehyung begs, “that someone wants to try... how will you ever forget that?”
Jimin looks down at their joined hands, “I kissed him, you know? I know it was selfish of me, but I had to. One last time. I will keep his memories and I will be fine.”
Jimin pulls Taehyung down beside him on the bed, “now sleep here, hmm? Tomorrow I am leaving, and I don't know when will we meet again. Sarangie is with her dad. You stay here.”
Taehyung lets Jimin hug him, lets the omega place his head on Taehyung's chest to sleep.
Taehyung lets Jimin cry. He looks at the ceiling, his own tears falling, while Jimin tries to stifle his own tears.
When Taehyung feels Jimin is asleep, tired from his heat and the exhaustion of it all, Taehyung slowly slips out of the room.
He leaves the house in the darkness.
The pack is asleep, but the guards walk the roads, keeping their eyes on the surroundings and whistling as they go to alert the other guards.
Taehyung runs to the house, knocks as fast as he can and waits. The door opens after a few seconds.
Yoongi frowns, “Taehyung?”
Taehyung walks inside, closes the door and leans against it, “you need to listen to me very carefully, Min Yoongi.”
Yoongi stares at him, confused, “what?”
Taehyung takes Yoongi to the couch, sits down and pats the place beside him, “sit. We need to talk.”
Taehyung looks at Yoongi when he sits down, “tomorrow, when you take Jimin to the hospital, no one will go with you, right?”
Yoongi nods, confused how Taehyung knows that.
Taehyung's jaw hardens, “run away with him. Don't come back here. Take him somewhere else.”
Yoongi stares, “what?!”
Taehyung nods, frustrated, desperate, “listen, Jimin's dad is manipulating him, guilt-tripping him into thinking that if he marries the guy his dad chose, that asshole will help him find out who is behind me. Jimin, being Jimin, believed him. I don't.”
“I don't believe any word that comes out of my dad and his dad's mouths! They are all the same, liars. That's all. He just wants his reputation restored and nothing else. He doesn't care how Jimin feels, and he knows after the wedding, Jimin won't be able to do anything anyway…”
“So, he is using me to get his ego restored,” Taehyung grips Yoongi's wrist, “don't let that happen. Don't let him marry that guy.”
Yoongi gives a sigh, “you absolute fool, did you try to stop him? Jimin?”
Taehyung gives Yoongi a confused look, “yeah… why?”
Yoongi sits back, legs crossed, “did he agree to that?” When Taehyung says nothing, Yoongi curses, leaning forward, “you absolute mishap, did you make him agree to stay here?!”
Taehyung stares at the alpha, “n-no. He is running away tomorrow.”
Yoongi lets out a breath, “good.”
Yoongi gets up, brushes his pant, “don't stop him. I swear, Taehyung, do not stop him.”
Taehyung grabs Yoongi's wrist, “what the hell is wrong with you?! You heard me, right?! He said you wanted him. He said you would want him, and now that he is marrying another guy-”
“I am that guy,” Yoongi turns to Taehyung, “I am that alpha,” Yoongi nods when Taehyung gapes, “his dad is a manipulative, power-hungry asshole. You are right about that. When I offered him partnership with my business and promised to clear his name in that scandal, he agreed.”
“Why are you doing this?” Taehyung springs up, glaring at Yoongi, “why are you doing this?!”
Yoongi looks at Taehyung, face impassive, “his dad, your dad, people like them love their position, power and ego more than an omega son. You, out of everyone else, know that.”
“I knew he already found a guy to marry Jimin off,” Yoongi pushes his hands in his pockets, “the alpha he chose has a criminal record. Drugs, alcohol, other omegas, whatnot,” Yoongi looks angry, “his dad didn't really care. The family was rich. He was ready to marry Jimin off.”
“I couldn't let that happen,” Yoongi looks at Taehyung, “so I reached out. Offered the deals, money, hell, I offered him my clubs. The amount was too much for him to deny. Also, the media knew we were to marry. Now, if we do, they can brush off that breakup as a mere fight.”
“He has to sign a contract to stay married to me for at least two years,” Yoongi shrugs, “by then, I am sure he will hate me enough to want to be on his feet. I will stick with him as long as he needs me. As long as he is not financially stable, then we can divorce.”
“He will hate you for it,” Taehyung lets out a breath, “he will hate you forever.”
Yoongi nods, “I know.”
Taehyung curses, “you are forcing him into this.”
“If I don't, you have no idea what awaits him!” Yoongi glares at Taehyung, “you have no idea how vile your fathers are!”
Yoongi turns away, “Jimin has nothing on his name. No power, no money, nowhere to go. He will fall into wrong hands. His own parents are wrong hands. I just want to keep him safe until he can be something on his own-”
“What do you get from all this?” Taehyung frowns.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you going and giving up so much to keep him safe?” Taehyung grabs Yoongi's elbow and turns him, “why are you going out of your way to keep him safe?”
Yoongi looks over Taehyung's shoulder, “because... someone has to. Because I got him here.”
“Say he is your responsibility one more time and I will punch you in the face!” Taehyung swears, “I swear I will! Just choose your words very wisely, Min Yoongi! I swear-”
“I love him,” Yoongi whispers, “and, I want him to be safe. I want him safe, happy and independent.”
“I want him far, far away from all this,” Yoongi blinks back tears, “his father, his mum, his family, relatives, those business associates, and,” Yoongi lets out a shuddering breath, eyes find Taehyung, “me. I want to see him free and happy. I want him to feel happy. For once.”
“I can't tell him the reason,” Yoongi wipes his eyes, “he will be he and try to sacrifice himself and find a way. For once, I want him to not sacrifice himself to make everyone else happy. For once, I want him to be happy, and if he hates me for it, I will gladly take it.”
“You know him,” Yoongi takes Taehyung's hand in his, “you know how he is. He will guilt-trip himself into thinking about others first. I am sick and tired of seeing that and being the reason of that too many times. Let him have it. Freedom. I promise, he will be free after this.”
“Or,” Taehyung wipes his eyes, “you find out who is doing everything. I hold Jimin back from leaving and then you two talk and come to a solution. How about you stop deciding for him and let him decide for himself once? You go and help Joonie hyung find out the culprit!”
Yoongi curses, “are you not understanding?” he rubs his temple, “his dad was never going to help. There's nothing to help, Tae. If it was so easy, I would figure it out. I have my men searching the culprit. We are coming up empty-handed. His dad was never going to help you!”
“He doesn't care you live or die,” Yoongi grips Taehyung's biceps, “he just wants his family name intact and his profit! He saw a chance and took it. He doesn't give a fvck about you or this. That promise was fake. Use your brain! He just wanted Jimin in his control!”
“I have no other ways,” Yoongi curses, “I have thought this through. Okay? This is not an impulsive decision. Trust me, if there was a way where I come out with Jimin staying with me, I would have taken it!”
Taehyung looks at Yoongi, “you are sacrificing yourself.”
Yoongi shrugs, “just go along with the plan.”
“This will break him,” Taehyung sniffles, “when he sees you, he will make up a story in his mind and I know you, you won't tell him the truth. This will break him into pieces. He will never trust anyone again. Hyung, please.”
Yoongi turns away, “sometimes you have to break completely to emerge as a totally new person. You know? Maybe he needs that.”
“No, he doesn't.”
They both look at the bedroom and Hoseok glares at them.
Yoongi and Taehyung startle, eyes wide, as Hoseok walks up to them.
Hoseok glares at Yoongi, “no. He doesn't need to break more for loving you, for being from that hell-hole of a family. You need to tell him the truth. I don't care if you have to drag him down the aisle kicking and punching you, just tell him the truth! Then follow the plan!”
“If this is the only way, go down the path, but,” Hoseok chews out, “let him walk down the path knowing what he is working with! He deserves to know what you are doing because you are doing that to him! He deserves to know! If, after that, he tries to self-sabotage, stop him.”
“Do not be like his dad in a different shell,” Hoseok shakes his head, “you want good for him, but keeping him is darkness is not good! Tell him this is what he needs to prepare for, and you never know, he might agree! For heaven's sake, stop being the boss all the time!”
“If you have to do this, do this, but make him aware,” Hoseok holds Yoongi's elbow, grips it, “don't break him like that, hyung! Imagine his state when he finds out you shook hands with his dad, who is shoving him into this contract! He will be devastated! Tell him!”
“Be his partner in crime and not his dad's, my god!” Hoseok curses, “shake hands with him. Tell him that this is the contract we both are going into, hand in hand and trust me, it will be better. Trust me, these two years will be better.”
Yoongi stares, “but-”
Hoseok shakes his head, urgency clear in his eyes, “with this plan, when you free him, he will fly away. He will be happy. But, if you choose to go with your plan, you will kill him tomorrow and then when you free him, he will be independent, yes, but dead. It won't matter then.”
Jimin looks back at the pack, waving one last time at the others before he gets on the jeep beside Yoongi.
“You would like to take the first turn,” Yushik tells Yoongi, “then you can ask anyone and they will point you to the hospital.”
Yoongi nods, starting the jeep.
Jimin leans back against the seat, his eyes on the road while Yoongi drives them out of the pack. Yoongi's eyes follow the rear-mirror, and Jimin's eyes stay stuck there too. Until they take the turn and Jimin looks forward.
“The right turn from here,” Jimin mutters, “that one.”
Jimin frowns when Yoongi ignores the turn and the jeep moves forward.
“Hey, they said the right turn!” Jimin turns to Yoongi whose eyes are stuck on the road, “where are you taking me?!”
Yoongi drives faster, his eyes on the road. Jimin looks at the alpha, terrified...
“There's something you need to know,” Yoongi speaks, his eyes glued on the road, “there are a few things you need to know.”
Jimin frowns, confused, “what?”
Yoongi risks a glance at Jimin and then looks forward again, “I know about your escape plan. I know what you planned.”
Jimin goes very still, his eyes focused on Yoongi, “wh-what do you mean you know about my plan?”
Yoongi shrugs, “about you planning to run away. Marry an alpha you never met. I know all that.”
Jimin grips his thigh, nails digging there, “how… how do you know that?”
Yoongi grips the steering wheel tightly, eyes focused on the road, “I am that guy.”
Jimin doesn't say anything. He doesn't move. For a few seconds he just watches Yoongi and Yoongi lets the omega be.
Then Jimin lets out a breath, “so… everything you said last night was a lie.”
“Partially, yes,” Yoongi nods, “I am not taking you to remove that mark, Jimin. I am taking you to the marriage register,” he risks a glance at the omega, “we are getting married in an hour. Your dad is in Paris. My uncle flew in too. They will sign as the witnesses.”
Jimin watches him, “and, you don't want me to remove the mark because that's your leash around my neck.”
Yoongi takes a look at Jimin, his jaw tightening, “well, to put it directly,” he nods, “yeah. You can't stay away from me as long as it's there. I need you to stay with me.”
“Listen,” Yoongi lets out a deep breath, “your father decided to marry you off to a drug addict, drunker, alpha who is too fond of different omegas every night and gambling and whatnot. I-”
“You think you are saving me,” Jimin gives a hysteric laugh, “you think you are better!”
Yoongi takes a turn to get off the high-way, “I don't care what you think of me. I need to do this to keep you safe-”
“I can keep myself safe,” Jimin hisses, “I don't need your protection!”
Yoongi glares at him, “he won't care if you say no! Are you understanding what I am-”
“He's a typical alpha,” Yoongi slams his hand on the steering wheel, “his family already wanted an heir and you know how alphas treat their mated omegas-”
“Oh, I am getting a taste of that,” Jimin snorts, “trust me, consent is overflowing here!”
Yoongi curses loudly, “damn it!”
Yoongi parks the car by a deserted road that leads to the next town, he turns to Jimin, “listen, the mark will be removed after the wedding. I am not going to keep you tied to me more than those two years. Jimin,” his shoulders sag, “I don't want you to be in the wrong hands.”
Jimin tilts his head, “what makes you think you are the right hands?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I am not. I am just a placeholder,” he looks at Jimin with something swirling in his eyes that Jimin can't decipher, “when the time comes, you will leave. I give you my word.”
Jimin looks away, “why are you doing this?”
Yoongi coughs, facing the front too, “because there's no other way.”
Jimin blinks, turns his face away from Yoongi, “if this is the only way, why didn't you choose someone you trust and not yourself? Why you?”
Yoongi shrugs, fidgeting with the steering wheel, “because I didn't want it to be someone else.”
Jimin gives a garbled laugh, “I am sick and tired of this,” he blinks, “what is the guarantee that after the wedding you will let me remove the mark? You can just lock me up-”
“I am not a brute!” Yoongi hisses, “I won't lock you up! I have it all planned. Just... please, I beg. Go along with it. Please!”
Jimin leans back against the seat, “do I have any other choice?”
Yoongi hums, “that alpha is a choice if you want. Whom your dad chose for you.”
“I would take it,” Jimin looks at Yoongi, resentment, heartache, sorrow fill those eyes, “you know why? Because with that alpha, I would hate him with all my heart if he does me wrong. I can't,” Jimin's face contorts, he looks away, “I can't do that with you.”
“And,” Jimin lets out a soft laugh, “you keep doing me wrong.”
Yoongi closes his eyes, the shooting pain through his chest makes him breathless. He takes a glance at the omega, and Jimin is curled in on himself, tears rolling out of his eyes.
Yoongi leans back against his seat, his resolve breaking, “I don't know, okay?” he curses, “I heard the news, and it terrified me to think of you with that guy! Or anyone your father chooses for you because he will choose someone powerful, and I know his choices suck!”
“After the wedding is done, no one cares about the omega's choices,” Yoongi hisses, “they will ignore your wishes and use you to produce an heir and force you to be a perfect omega who would hang from that alpha's elbow and be presentable! Like a show-piece!”
“Park Jimin,” Yoongi turns to look at Jimin, longing clear in his eyes, “you are not born to be just that. You are not to be just that. I still remember the first time I saw you dance! You were so mesmerizing on that dance floor, I told everyone you will make it big one day!”
“I was so proud of an omega I just saw,” Yoongi looks over Jimin's shoulder, a soft smile on his lips, “you were beautiful! So pretty and elegant while you danced. As if you were born for that! Born to be something huge. Someone on their own. Born to fly, spread your wings.”
“I can't see them tear you apart like that,” Yoongi shakes his head in frustration, “I can't see them cage you like that. You,” Yoongi reaches to grasp Jimin's hand in his, “you are not born to be a trophy omega, Jimin. So, don't settle for it. Please. I want you to fly. Please.”
“But, a butterfly can't fly at the first stage,” Yoongi gives Jimin a tender smile, “you need to be in a shell before you break out of it and leave. I want to be that shell for you. For now, let me be your chrysalis phrase. Then you can leave. I will let you. I promise.”
“But, you are not ready now,” Yoongi shakes his head, “you have no money, no means, no scopes. In this two years, get those. Take training. Do whatever you need to be independent. Then you can leave. I swear, I have it in my contract. You can sue me if I don't let you.”
Jimin looks at Yoongi, troubled, “what do you get out of this?”
Yoongi gives him a soft laugh, “satisfaction. To see my butterfly spread his wings? To see the person I love find a life he actually enjoys living?” Yoongi looks away, “to see you safe. I just want you safe.”
Jimin feels goosebumps spread over his skin, the shiver running down his spine. He turns away from the alpha swiftly, clutching his hands together.
“But,” Yoongi lets out a sigh, “if you want me to take you to that guy, if you don't want it to be me, then... just tell me.”
Jimin shrugs, “drive.”
Yoongi looks at him, “where?”
Jimin bites his lower lip, “to the wedding. I,” he gives Yoongi a look, “let's get this over with.”
Yoongi lets out a deep breath, nodding, “yeah,” he starts the car, “yeah, okay.”
Jimin looks at the papers in front. The marriage registration office is empty. Except for his dad, Yoongi's uncle and the lawyers, along with the marriage officiant.
Jimin sits on the chair, in his old jeans and T-shirt. Yoongi sits beside him, wearing a dress shirt and pant.
The alpha signs the papers first. Yoongi reads them all carefully before signing each one of them. Then he slides it over to Jimin and Jimin stares at the sign of the alpha.
His lips curl in a sardonic smile when he thinks how he planned so much for his wedding and here he is...
With the same alpha, but nothing else is the same. Hell, Jimin doesn't even feel the same.
He feels nauseous. He stares at the pen and back at the paper where he needs to sign.
Yoongi watches him, waits, lets Jimin take his time. With a steady breath, Jimin picks up the pen.
He ignores the man who is recoding this entire thing. For memories, for proof, for whatever reason, Jimin doesn't care.
Jimin writes down his name, flips the pages to sign each one before he holds them out for the officiant to take.
Then he leans back, exhausted.
The officiant signs it, puts a stamp on it and smiles at them.
“Congratulations,” he stands up, holds his hand out for the both of them to shake, “you are now husbands.”
Jimin shakes the hand in a haze, and Yoongi nods at the man with a tight smile.
Jimin's father pulls out a box from the pocket of his coat, “this is,” he speaks, “the family ring for the alpha,” he holds it out for Jimin to take, “put it on him.”
Jimin takes the ring, looks down at the ruby shining up at him. The colour reminds him of Yoongi's eyes...
Jimin watches Yoongi's uncle hold out a box for Yoongi too. Yoongi takes it, plucks the ring out and stares at it for a few seconds.
Jimin hesitates, thinking how it must be made for Hoseok, “I don't think it will fit me.”
Yoongi looks at him, “I made it for you.”
Jimin blinks, “what?”
Yoongi takes his hand in his, nods, “when we were to get married, this ring,” he pushes it up Jimin's finger, “I made it for you.”
Jimin looks down at the ring.
“The stone reminds me of your eyes,” Yoongi whispers, “pretty.”
“Congratulations!” Jimin's father smiles, satisfied, “now let's take a few photos for the families and media. Yoongi,” he looks at Yoongi, “don't forget about the deal, yeah?”
Yoongi nods, arm going around Jimin's waist, “I won't.”
Jimin steadies himself for the camera.
“Where are you two going next?” Yoongi's uncle asks while they walk out of the court, “any plans?”
Jimin's dad nods, holding out two tickets, “honeymoon,” he grins, “Heechul wanted to go to Greece. The tickets are for it. If you want-”
Yoongi shakes his head, “not now.”
He looks at the two of them, “we will spend two or so days in Paris itself and then go back to Korea. Honeymoon can wait. Right?”
Jimin nods, “y-yeah.”
Jimin's father shrugs, “as you say, Yoongi. See you then.”
Jimin watches them talk, he zones out until the two are leaving.
Yoongi looks at Jimin, “I have to call Namjoon. See what he is doing. Let's go.”
Jimin nods, “yeah. But, we can't use our phones. Those are left in the pack. The cheap ones they gave us to use in the pack, we left those too.”
Yoongi shrugs, “We don't need our phones anyway.”
“Our phones can get tracked,” Yoongi pulls Jimin towards the pavement, “Jungkook is in the security team. He got a hold of our phones and wrote down all the numbers. We will call from the public booths.”
Jimin ignores how Yoongi holds his hand, “and, money? Do we have enough?”
Yoongi nods, “yeah. I got my uncle to make me a new account with a card. He left it with me. We can use that.”
Jimin rolls his eyes, “sometimes I forget how insanely rich you all are.”
Yoongi gives him a look, “your father is rich too!”
Jimin hums, “he is. I am not.”
Yoongi locks their fingers together, pulling Jimin down the pavement, “oh, your husband is loaded. You can stop worrying for now.”
Jimin lets Yoongi drag him down the road, his eyes on the alpha, “my husband...”
The words feel surreal in his mind. Yoongi is his husband now.
Jimin feels breathless. His eyes follow his dance instructor and he is frankly mesmerized. The alpha moves with grace, swings his legs as if they are different from his body. Jimin feels his lips stretching on a smile when the man lands the perfect pose and bows at them.
It has been a week since his marriage. If Jimin can call it that. He registered for contemporary dancing and ballet. He registered as 'Park Jimin,' and makes sure to wear a scarf around his neck to not show off the mark that he is yet to remove.
Jimin claps, just like everyone else in the room.
“You were so perfect,” Jimin breathes out his compliment, moving along with the alpha on the beat, “my God, I might never be as graceful as you are!”
Sanghun blushes, gives Jimin a gentle smile, “you are my best student though.”
Jimin takes the turn, comes up to Sanghun, “you are a good liar!”
Sanghun laughs, quiet, reserved, “oh, but you are. You dance like your soul aches with the tune, Jimin. You make every tune come alive under your feet.”
Jimin blushes, “thank you, sir. It means a lot from you.”
The bell rings and they step back from each other, bow and Sanghun turns to the class to announce their next schedule.
Jimin goes over to the bench, picks up his bag, turns to the alpha to say goodbye when Sanghun looks at him.
“It's raining,” Sanghun frowns, “you have a car?”
Jimin chuckles, holds up his umbrella, “I will walk,” he waves Sanghun off, “I don't leave that far away.”
Sanghun shakes his head, “nonsense. I can't have my best student falling ill now, can I? Wait a bit. I will drop you off.”
Jimin hesitates, looks at the watch.
It's almost nine in the evening. He looks at Sanghun and watches the alpha go towards the changing room.
“It's really late,” Jimin tries again, “I should not bother you.”
“You are not,” Sanghun makes a face, “I know it's late. Let's grab some dinner, then I'll drop you off.”
Jimin looks back at the window to see it's really raining heavily. He bites his lip, thinking if he should call Yoongi and tell him… then he frowns to himself.
For the past one week, they have not really talked. Yoongi just comes home, makes dinner and goes to sleep.
Jimin shrugs, looks at Sanghun and nods, “okay, fine. I will wait here.”
Sanghun hums, “I will change, and then we can go.”
By the time they leave the institution, it's already nine-thirty.
Jimin gets home around eleven. He gets out of the car and smiles at Sanghun.
Sanghun gets out of the car, comes around it to stand in front of Jimin, “thanks for dinner, Jiminie.”
Jimin's smile dims a little, that name bringing back memories he always tries to suppress. He shoves those thoughts at the back of his mind and nods.
“I should thank you.”
Sanghun waves him off, holding out a rose, “I stole it from the table.”
Jimin laughs, taking the rose from Sanghun, “you are a dork. I never thought the cool alpha I am learning so much from, is a dork!”
Sanghun smiles, “well, it got you smiling.”
Jimin hums, “it did.”
Sanghun nods to himself, “I will see you tomorrow, Park Jimin.”
Jimin nods, watches Sanghun get inside the car and waves while the car drives off. Jimin turns towards the house and slowly walks inside.
He closes the door behind himself and stops when he sees Yoongi.
Yoongi has a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling it while he looks out of the window. Jimin frowns when he notices Yoongi is still in his office clothes. The shirt drenched, sticking to him, the trousers just as soaked. The coat is on the floor.
Jimin lets out a curse.
“Can't you change before you decide to drink?” Jimin marches over to the coat and picks it up, “god, you are dripping water all over the floor-”
“Where have you been?” Yoongi keeps his eyes outside, voice void of any emotions.
Jimin throws the coat in the laundry, “class!”
“Are you sure?” Yoongi takes a slow sip of his whiskey, “you were in class till now?”
Jimin drops his bag on the counter, loosening the scarf around his neck, “why are you suddenly so interested in my schedule?”
Yoongi keeps his eyes outside, “what is that rose for?”
Jimin looks down at the rose, a small smile twitching the corners of his lips, “it's a flower.”
Yoongi turns to him then, “gift?” his lips turn upwards, “by your teacher? That alpha?”
Jimin nods, placing the rose on the counter, looking at it, “he stole it from the diner.”
“Was it a date?” Yoongi's question catches Jimin off guard.
He turns to Yoongi with a frown, “what?”
Yoongi's expression gives nothing away, he leans against the vast glass-window and stares right at Jimin, “you two. Were you on a date?”
For a second, Jimin just stares...
Jimin feels his anger pass through his confusion, and he is glaring at the alpha, “I don't know,” he chews the words out, “alpha,” he takes a step towards Yoongi, “I have never been on one! You tell me,” he advances with each word, “you are more experienced here. No?”
Yoongi keeps his eyes on Jimin, takes another sip of his whiskey, “well, you left the institution together. You came back almost at midnight with a rose. He dropped you off,” Yoongi locks his ankles over each other, “came out of his car to talk as if you haven't had enough...”
“No, I haven't,” Jimin comes to stand right in front of Yoongi, “living with you. In this gigantic house, alone, I haven't had enough. I don't owe you an explanation, Min Yoongi. If I feel like it, I will go on dates and I owe you nothing for it. Do you get it?”
“You said I am free to do whatever,” Jimin snorts, “what? You didn't think I can try out things I missed out on? Like dates,” his hands come up to grasp at Yoongi's soaked shirt, “like an alpha doting on me? Like an alpha actually finding me charming enough to take me out?!”
Yoongi takes another sip of the whiskey, his eyes on Jimin's face, “so, that's all it takes? One alpha to just notice you enough for you to let your guards down? A damn rose stolen from a diner-”
Jimin lets out a laugh, “you said I am free to do whatever. You said-”
“I didn't say you are free to cheat on me,” Yoongi whispers, yet his voice rings in the room, “I didn't say I will be a doormat for you to walk all over. You can do whatever you want, Jimin, career-wise. But, for dating, sleeping around, you have to wait till I let you go.”
Jimin gives him a disbelieving look, “you are not serious right now! You can't be! First of all, you are no one to judge me for staying out with anyone. You are still doing it. You have no right to assume the worst of me, but you are. Second of all, I am not your pet!”
Yoongi's face stays impassive, but those eyes shimmer with anger, “I went there to pick you up to hear you left with another alpha. Which, by the way, the receptionist told me with a smirk as if it was a gossip I am too late to find out. About my own husband!”
Jimin flinches when Yoongi throws the glass on the carpeted floor. It makes a dull noise before rolling away, leaving them both in the quiet afterwards.
Yoongi heaves a breath, “I refuse to be a joke because you want to act out or rebel right now, Jimin! I refuse to be a clown!”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's scarf, tugs at it harshly for it to come undone in his grip, “you believe it or not, you are mated to me! Still!”
Jimin feels naked. The mark throbs under Yoongi's gaze, and Jimin refuses to let the alpha see how it still hurts him.
“In your damn ego and hurt, you are setting yourself up for more pain!” Yoongi hisses, “the moment you let another alpha touch you, the mating mark with start to act up. It's not a healed wound, Jimin! It will be infected and can easily escalate! Why don't you understand?!”
“The moment your body detects another alpha pheromones around you, or,” Yoongi curses, looking away, “mixing with your pheromones during,” he gestures...
“Sex,” Jimin nods, jaw hardening, “say it. You think we had sex. Go on, say it!”
Yoongi gives him a glare, “Jimin...”
Jimin shoves Yoongi, “no, say it!” his voice rises, “you think if it took this long, we probably fvcked. Yeah? Is that it? You think he took me somewhere, and we hooked up because there's no way an alpha can be responsible, and you don't trust me anyway. So, yeah, we fvcked-”
Yoongi lets Jimin shove him, shout at him. His eyes stay focused on the omega and then Jimin has Yoongi pressed against the window, their eyes lock on each other.
Jimin heaves for air, his eyes red with tears, “say it! You don't trust me. Say you think the worst of me.”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's wrists then, pulls Jimin in his arms silently and hugs him tightly.
Jimin stands still, his eyes wide and his nose pressed against Yoongi's neck.
“I didn't mean that,” Yoongi whispers, voice clogged, “I just mean, the mark, Jiminie...”
“It will hurt,” Yoongi whispers, lips pressed against Jimin's hair, “you know it will. I know, it hurts you. I hear you up at night, treating it. You have to let me take care of it until we can do something for it,” Yoongi rubs Jimin's back, “you have to let me near you.”
Yoongi looks at the omega in his arms, prepping kisses all over his face, “blossom,” he urges with that one word, “you have to let me take care of you. You can't do this alone. On your own. You are hurting, and you are scared, I know. I know. Please, let me do this right.”
“I was just asking if it was indeed a date,” Yoongi lets out a breath, “just don't do something because you are not thinking right.”
“You said you refuse to be a joke,” Jimin murmurs, “you sounded like my dad there. As if, all you care about is your image. I hate that.”
Yoongi closes his eyes momentarily, “yeah, for a second I really let my alpha take the wheel,” he looks at Jimin, “it hurt to hear someone gossip about my husband. Sorry.”
“It wasn't a date,” Jimin's shoulder sags, he hides his face against Yoongi's chest, “it was just dinner.”
Yoongi nods, “okay.”
Jimin lets out a breath, “I mean, I have no idea how dates work and he is not the person I would want to go on a date with-”
“Would you want to go on a date with me?”
Jimin freezes, his whole body locking, “...what?”
Yoongi nods, “yeah?”
Jimin stares, “now?”
Yoongi nods, “yeah. Now,” he looks down at himself, “I will change, and we can go for a long drive. You just had dinner-”
“You are drunk, no?” Jimin frowns, “is this you drunk talking?!”
Yoongi stares, “no! This is me sober talking. Go on a date with me.”
“Why?” Jimin frowns, “why now?”
Yoongi shrugs, “why not now? I want to have our first date, blossom. Please?”
Jimin steps away from Yoongi, “what are you playing at?”
Yoongi gives him a low chuckle, “I'll be back after changing. Wear something casual. Be here in ten minutes!”
Yoongi changes into a white shirt and black slacks. He gets out of the room to see Jimin getting out of his bedroom.
Jimin is wearing a black tank-top, a red blazer over it and skin-tight black jeans.
Jimin hesitates, “did I over-dress?”
Yoongi's heart skips a beat, “no.”
Jimin nods to himself, still conscious, “o-okay.”
“Wait here,” Yoongi says and then jogs out of the house.
Jimin frowns at the closed door, hesitates and startles when the doorbell rings after a few seconds. He slowly walks up to the door and opens it to Yoongi.
“What are yo-”
Yoongi holds out a leaf from the ivy that grows on the wall of their house, “I am here to take you out on our first date, Park Jimin.”
Jimin's breath hitches, his eyes on the leaf and back at the alpha. Yoongi waits.
Jimin reaches for it slowly, “th-thanks.”
Yoongi holds his hand out then, “sorry, that was lame.”
Jimin shrugs, “I wouldn't know. Right?”
Yoongi watches the omega put the leaf in his pocket, taking Yoongi's hand hesitantly. Yoongi holds on tight, leading Jimin to the car.
“Oh, you look very pretty,” Yoongi whispers.
Jimin's eyes widen for a second before he looks away. Yoongi feels air fill in his chest when he notices the red hue dusting over Jimin's cheekbones.
“You look good too,” Jimin murmurs, not matching Yoongi's eyes.
Yoongi opens the car's door for Jimin, “you drive us. Yeah?”
Jimin nods, getting inside the car, “where are we going?”
Yoongi gets in too, “nowhere in particular,” he smiles at Jimin, “just...” he chuckles, taking Jimin's hand in his, “you might forget, blossom, but I have never been on a date either.”
Jimin stills, his eyes on Yoongi.
Right. Yoongi was going to ask Hoseok out. But, they never went on dates.
Jimin's fingers twitch in Yoongi's grip, and he feels his heartbeat pick up speed.
“How about Busan?” Yoongi murmurs, “the beach?”
Jimin looks at Yoongi, “it's raining.”
Yoongi gives him a small smile, “would you call it romantic if an alpha kisses you on the beach with the sea at your feet and the rain over you?”
Jimin's breath hitches, “who told you the alpha will get a kiss?”
Yoongi leans back in his seat, eyes soft, “he wishes, blossom.”
Spoiler for the next update – A fatal accident
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The phone keeps ringing. Jimin frowns at it and tries to concentrate on driving. His eyes move to the device and back to the road.
Yoongi leans against the seatrest, “who is it?”
Jimin shrugs, “check for me.”
Yoongi reaches for the phone, his brows furrowing, “Daejung...?”
Jimin gives the device a quizzical look, “Daejung?” he changes the gear, “why is he calling me?”
Yoongi shrugs, “check? Stop the car…?”
Jimin glances at Yoongi and then back at the road, “you pick up and see what he is saying.”
Yoongi picks the call up, keeping it on speaker.
“Hello?” Yoongi asks cautiously, “Daejung?”
“He-hello, Yoongi?” Daejung sounds panicked, stuttering and rushed, “Yoongi, where's Jimin?! Where's Jimin?!”
Yoongi's eyes find Jimin, alert, “uh, he is driving. Right beside me. Why?”
Daejung curses, “shit, where are you two?!”
Jimin turns a corner, “we are going to Busan. Why?”
Daejung's line is disturbed. The rain is picking up speed, and Jimin thinks the clouds are getting ticker because the darkness grows around them.
“Go back home,” Daejung shouts, his line freezing, “they… you… for Tae…”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, alarmed, “what do you mean, Daejung? What-”
“Tae... Jimin...” Daejung sounds desperate, “go back. Go back!”
Yoongi blinks down at the phone when the call disconnects, “Jimin-”
“What was he trying to say?” Jimin wonders, “he sounded so frantic!”
Yoongi shrugs, “just turn back. Let's go back.”
Jimin frowns, “but, his voice was disturbed and the call disconnected. We don't even know what he meant.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “he was frantic, and he told you to go back. Turn back, Jimin. Let's go home!”
Jimin looks at the one-way road, “fine, fine. We will take the next turn,” he speeds up, hands grasping the steering wheel, “try him again?”
Yoongi nods, dialling Daejung again, “I am.”
Jimin looks at the rear-mirror, there is only one car behind them. Almost right behind…
Yoongi lets out a breath when Daejung picks up the phone, “Daejung-”
Jimin sees the next turn and signals for the turn.
Then it happens too fast. One second Jimin is taking the turn, the other second the car behind them is hitting the side and lurching their car forward…
Jimin watches, horrified, how their car loses its balance and skids into the next lane. Jimin grabs the steering wheel, trying to get the car back on its line, when he hears it. The blasting horn and Yoongi's terrified scream of his name. He sees the blinding headlights.
TW// accidents, blood, wound
Jimin feels his head hitting the steering wheel, making his vision spin and fade out for a second.
The next second, he sees Yoongi's body, lurching forward and breaking the windscreen and rolling out of the car.
Jimin tries to scream, his voice lost somewhere…
Jimin tries to reach out with his hand, but the last thing he hears is screaming and horns and sees the lights of other cars…
“𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛…” Jimin whispers in his mind, “𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛…” his eyes try to focus one last time, “𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛…”
It all goes black.
There is a sound. A beeping sound. It's constant. It irks him. He tries to open his eyes, tell someone to stop that sound, but it keeps going.
There are voices, someone talking.
Jimin forces his heavy eyelids to blink and see who they are. The voices sound calm yet stressed.
Jimin tries to call them. His throat is too dry. He wants something to drink. He gulps, tries to move because his back hurts. It feels like he is sleeping for too long.
Jimin hears someone's footsteps. His eyes focus on the sound, and he forces himself to see.
A man walks in.
The man pauses by the door, his eyes widening for a second before he smiles wide, “oh, you are awake!”
Jimin tries to say he is thirsty, but the man hurries over to his bedside, checking some machines Jimin can't really see or care about.
He sees two women follow him in.
“You look fine, let me check you once,” the man, doctor, says, leaning in too close, “can you tell me your name?”
Jimin frowns, his voice is too dry when he tries to speak, “P-Park Jimin.”
The doctor breathes out, nodding, “do you know what month it is?”
A/N – Your writer is terrible in medical stuff, so DO NOT search for reality or shit like that from this whole encounter and whatever is to follow. WE WING IT HERE, PEOPLE!
Jimin frowns, “August. It's August.”
The doctor gives a relieved sigh, “you remember what happened two nights ago, Jimin?”
Jimin blinks, the memories slowly coming back to him. He hears the beeping sound intensify, but his eyes are on the doctor.
“Yoon!” he coughs, “Yoongi-”
The doctor picks up an injection, “he is still unconscious. One of your friends, Daejung? Yeah, he came here to sign for you two after you were admitted. Your friends are outside. But, you need to rest for now.”
Jimin sees the doctor push the needle in the saline bottle...
Jimin tries to fight the sleep, but it consumes him again.
“Yoon...” he drifts off to sleep again.
The next time he wakes up, it's the same routine. This time, Daejung is there, along with Namjoon. Jimin falls asleep while crying about Yoongi.
The third time he wakes up, he feels a lot better. He feels someone caressing his forehead and combing his hair. When he opens his eyes, Jimin feels air fill his chest.
Taehyung's tear-soaked face stares back at him. Jimin tries to smile, reaching out for the omega...
Taehyung grasps his hand and presses it against his moist cheek, “Mimi!”
Jimin tries to sit up and Taehyung looks at the nurses for permission.
One nurse comes up to check up on Jimin and nods before helping the other nurse to sit him up with the help of the bed.
“When...” Jimin coughs, feeling much better but thirsty, “when did you come here?”
Taehyung holds his hand, “the moment we got the news. I almost died hearing about it, Mimi! I had to shout at the pack-leader to let us go.”
Jimin shakes his head, nauseous, “why...?”
The door opens, Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook walk in. All of their faces are filled with worry and tension. They all stop when they look at Jimin, awake and talking to Taehyung and then back to each other.
“I had to,” Taehyung wipes his eyes, “you would do it for me too. No?”
Jimin would. So he squeezes Taehyung's hand in his and looks over at the others.
“How is Yoongi?” Jimin murmurs, frowns when the three, along with Taehyung looks troubled, “where is he? How is he?”
“He woke up early this morning,” Taehyung tries to smile, “he is fine.”
Jimin watches how they slowly come up to his bed, smiles at him reassuringly. But Jimin can see the tension, feel it.
“How is he?” he asks Jungkook, voice trembling.
Jungkook doesn't match his eyes, “he is good. Talking to Hoseok hyung right now. He is doing really better.”
Jimin stares at Jungkook, “what are you hiding?”
Jungkook's startled eyes flicker up to him and the alpha forces a laugh out of his throat that sounds too hollow, “what? Nothing! He is fine! Ask anyone!”
They all nod together, as if on cue. Smile at the same time.
“Tell me,” Jimin grips the edge of the bed, “tell me what is it?”
Taehyung grabs his hands, shaking his head, “n-nothing! He is fin-”
“Let me see him,” Jimin feels the mating mark sizzle against his skin, the pain coming back, “let me see him. Now! Let me see him!”
The nurses try to force him down on the bed, the others look terrified and Taehyung looks like he is in physical pain.
Jimin screams, his mating mark throbbing, “let me see him! Let me see him! Let me-”
“You can't!” Taehyung shouts over him, trying to hold him down on the bed.
Taehyung hugs Jimin to himself, sobbing as he watches the nurses strap Jimin's legs to the bed.
Taehyung presses his lips against Jimin's hair, “calm down, please. It's not good for you to-”
“Let,” Jimin grips Taehyung's elbow, “me,” he glares at the others, “see him!”
The doctor comes rushing while Jimin thrashes on the bed, trying to free himself.
The doctor waves them off, “you all will give him anxiety attack! Stop it!” he sits down on the bed, “Jimin,” his voice is soft, “you have to listen to me very carefully. Okay? For Yoongi. Okay?”
Jimin nods, grips Taehyung's hand in his, “I- I will.”
The doctor gives him a painful but soft smile, “your mate, Yoongi?” he looks at the others and then back at Jimin, “he took the hit of the accident the most. Idiot wasn't even wearing his seatbelt properly. So...”
“When the accident happened, he hit his head and his temporal lobe was affected the most,” the doctor squeezes Jimin's knee, “resulting in his memories fading. To a certain time frame. His brain froze before the last huge shock of his life-”
“Mating me,” Jimin whispers...
The doctor gives a solemn nod, “that was a shocking turn of event in his life. His brain took that incident like a hit, too. Now, his brain screeched to a halt right before it. He remembers leaving his house to pick up Hoseok. That's where he thinks he caused the car accident.”
Jimin feels blood drain him, his body giving up against Taehyung. Taehyung gathers him up in his arms, crying silently.
“Is it permanent?” Jin urges, his eyes tearful, “is he never gonna remember?”
The doctor shrugs, “right now, we are running the tests. You have to wait.”
Jimin gives a hollow laugh, “we were going on our first date,” he giggles, ignores how everyone looks at him with worry clear on their faces, “he said, he hopes I kiss him. Hey,” he grasps the doctor's shirt, “do you see? How good my memory is? Do you know how it feels?”
“Do you know how it feels to be in my shoes?” Jimin throws his head back, laughing, “to carry all these memories of us alone from now on?” he looks at Taehyung, “damn, Tae. Call Daejung! Ask him, ask him why he brought me here? Why couldn't he let me bleed out there?! Ask him!”
Jimin shudders, “why is it him who always gets to go away?!” he screams, “why can't it be me, for once, who gets to be so oblivious and happy?! Why can't it be me who doesn't suffer for once?!” Jimin curls into himself, turning in Taehyung's arms, “why is it always me?!”
Jungkook takes a hold of the doctor, “run those tests fast! You have to do something! Jimin is mated to him! We have to tell him-”
“No!” the doctor stands up, “he is too weak, brain wise, for him to know all this. You cannot tell him. Not now. Not until we get the results.”
Taehyung holds Jimin to his chest, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Jimin feels the exhaustion pulling at him and the last thing he hears is Taehyung telling him things will get better. Yoongi can forget him, but his wolf will remember.
Jimin wants to laugh again.
“When you see him, please don't mention anything,” Jin whispers, walking along with the wheelchair Jungkook is pushing.
Jimin sits on the wheelchair, his eyes focused on the path, “I won't.”
Taehyung is on his other side, holding Jimin's hand in his in a death grip.
Yoongi wanted to see him. When he heard Jimin was with him in the car, he wanted to see Jimin.
Their friends told him Jimin was in the dance class and Yoongi was giving him a ride.
Jimin holds his breath when the door opens, and he is pushed inside.
The first thing he sees is Hoseok sitting by Yoongi's side, talking to him softly. The next thing he sees is how Yoongi holds Hoseok's hand in his. Then Hoseok is looking at Jimin and those eyes are swimming with tears. Hoseok bites back a sob, looking away.
Yoongi turns to him.
Jimin holds that gaze. Yoongi's eyes flicker all over him before coming to rest on his face.
“Jiminah,” his voice is scratchy, “I am sorry. Whatever happened,” he gives Jimin a rueful smile, “I don't know what to say.”
Jimin breathes out a soft chuckle, “you don't have to.”
He looks at where Hoseok's hand is in Yoongi's clutch, “you two made up?”
Yoongi gives him a startled look, glancing at Hoseok and at Jimin, “we,” he blushes, giving Jimin a soft smile, “I asked him out here. Shitty place, no?”
Jimin leans back on his chair, “yeah. Terrible.”
Yoongi still looks at him with worry, “listen, I am taking care of the bill, okay?” he reaches for Jimin, lets his hand rest on Jimin's, “I can't apologize more if I tried. You have no idea how sorry-”
Jimin gives a short laugh, “you have no idea how sorry you should feel.”
Jimin looks over at Hoseok, “did he say yes?”
Hoseok crumbles, visibly breaks.
Yoongi gives a soft laugh, “why would he say no? You walked in right when I asked him, you know?”
Jimin snorts, “oh, that's not new.”
Yoongi frowns, confused, “what?”
Jimin holds Hoseok's gaze, “say yes, hyung,” he feels nothing as he speaks, “say yes, because there's no reason for you to say no. No reason at all.”
Hoseok shakes his head, “Jimin-”
“For him,” Jimin hopes Hoseok understands, “for his sake, say yes.”
Hoseok wipes his eyes, looks at Yoongi, “we can talk about this later, hyung,” he forces a smile on his lips, “we will talk about this when you get better. I want my grand proposal and not one where you are in a hospital bed. I can't accept it,” his voice breaks, “don't make me.”
Hoseok looks at Jimin, shaking his head, “I can't do this,” he begs almost, “I can't do this. Don't make me.”
Jimin feels his own eyes tear up, he shakes his head, “hyung,” he looks at Yoongi and back at Hoseok.
Yoongi reaches to wrap his arms around Hoseok, “hey, it's fine.”
Yoongi kisses Hoseok's forehead, “I will wait forever for you, hoba,” he smiles, looks at the omega with a fondness that's so unfamiliar to Jimin, “I promise, you and I, we are made for each other. Even if we drift apart, we will find each other down the road, okay? It's fine.”
Jimin smiles, tugs at Taehyung's hand to make the omega lean forward, “can you ask the doctor,” he looks away from Hoseok's troubled eyes, “if he can remove the mating mark?”
Taehyung gives him a worried look.
Jimin nods, “let's start all over again.”
Yoongi's cabin is plain in the hospital. The walls have a few framed paintings that lose its charm after a day or so.
Yoongi looks out of the window, trying to see the outer world, no matter how less he sees.
He just sees the sky, gloomy, raining almost all the time.
There is another building across from the hospital. It belongs to the hospital too. Maybe a lab or some other wards.
Yoongi watches how rain pours on it, soaking up the ivy that wraps so beautifully around the building. Yoongi's eyes trace each one of those leaves...
Yoongi watches an ivy leaf flutter while raindrops continuously fall on it. It bends, springs up and bends all over again.
There is an itch in his veins the more he stares at that leaf. There is a sense of discomfort that grows the more he watches the leaf.
His eyes stay glued on the building. On that leaf and he feels the itch grow.
The door of his room opens and Yoongi startles, looking over to see Jungkook and Jin coming in with the doctor.
The doctor, Mr. Kim smiles at him, “how are you today, Yoongi?”
Yoongi shrugs, “fine.”
Doctor Kim hums, sits on the stool beside Yoongi, “I got your reports, Yoongi. You are doing much better. We will discharge you in about a week. Is that okay?”
Yoongi nods, smiles at Jin and Jungkook, “thank you.”
Doctor Kim hums, “is there anything you want to tell us?”
Yoongi shrugs, “how...” he fiddles with his fingers, “how is Jimin doing?”
Doctor Kim shares a glance with Jungkook and Jin.
Jin coughs, “he is going to be here for a few more days-”
Yoongi frowns, “why? I thought he was doing better than me?”
Jungkook nods, “he is.”
“Then?” Yoongi looks at the doctor and back at his friends, “what are you all hiding?”
Jin sighs, “he is removing his mating mark,” the alpha's face contorts, “so... for that, he needs to stay longer.”
Yoongi stops, blinks, “Jimin...” he leans forward, “when did he get mated?”
Jin shrugs, “it was a lousy affair,” he looks uncomfortable, “the alpha left. So,” he doesn't match Yoongi's eyes, “it's better to remove it and start anew.”
Yoongi frowns, “wait, Jiminie got mated, and the alpha flew?! What the fvck?!”
Jungkook tries to smile, “he is fine.”
“Who was it?” Yoongi grips his duvet, “how can he leave just like that?”
Jin waves him off, “that's not really something you need to worry about right now, Yoongi. Calm down.”
“He must be heartbroken,” Yoongi looks down at his hands, “how can anyone just leave like that?”
Yoongi thinks of the omega, his eyes fixed on his hands, “Jiminie... can I see him before leaving?”
Jin shakes his head, “no,” he gulps, looks away, “he doesn't want to see anyone except for Taehyung. We all are making him feel irritated.”
Yoongi gulps, nods, “I see.”
Yoongi looks outside towards the ivy, his eyes tracing the lines of that one leaf, “I hope he moves on and finds someone better. He deserves it.”
Jin chokes, when Yoongi looks at him, the alpha's eyes are moist, “sorry. Excuse me.”
Jin walks out of the room.
“If he doesn't remember it, we have to remind him!” Mr. Park thunders, “he signed a deal with me and I will not hear a word about it!”
Jimin clutches his father's hand in his, “please, dad! Please! This is not the time! He is fragile right now. You cannot-”
Mr. Park shakes his head vehemently, “I will not hear a word, Jimin! He forced me to sign the deal and I will be damned if I let him rob off of this opportunity!”
“Calm down,” Jungkook sits on the couch, his glare fixed on Mr. Park, “if he doesn't follow through, I will. Relax.”
Jin nods, “you won't face any losses, Mr. Park,” he gestures between him and Jungkook, “we will fulfil the deal Yoongi made. You keep your silence.”
“What about the wedding certificate?” Taehyung looks at Jimin, “legally you two are still married!”
Jimin shrugs, “do something.”
Jungkook nods, “Mr. Park will have the profits of the deal and I will see if we can annul the marriage.”
“On what basis?” Taehyung frowns, “you need a reason.”
Jin shrugs, “well, we will find something. We have to.”
Hoseok squirms, “what if one day he comes to know?”
Hoseok shakes his head, “we cannot erase everything, guys! He will see the dates! Two whole years went missing! He will ask questions! He will hear about it. He is from a prestigious family. He can search up the news! It's everywhere. We cannot just turn back time!”
Hoseok looks at Jimin, “you two's mating scandal is still on the news! You two's breakup was all over the news! You two are always a hot topic in this country. How the hell is he going to just never find it out? And, if he does on his own, from these sources, imagine the damage!”
Hoseok shakes his head, “I know the doctor is saying we have to take it slow, but you all are totally shutting it off and that's not how it should be! What do you all want? To go back in time? For me to just accept him and get married and knocked up and what? Are you serious?!”
Hoseok clutches the edge of the bed, “What? Now Jin and Namjoon will get back together because that's what Yoongi remembers?! Two years went missing from his life, guys, he will seek answers and are you all so stupid that you think he will never figure it out?”
Hoseok glares at Jin, “out of all of us, you know how he gets when he is angry! I won't face that when he finds out! You have to find another way. Also?” Hoseok risks a glance at Namjoon and back at Jin, “I don't deserve to be thrown into the mix like this. Think about me!”
“So, I get it that you want to remove your mating mark,” Hoseok looks at Jimin, “I get it that you want to move on, but this is not the way. He will figure it out and then you have to face that wrath for no reason. Just… find a better way. Tell him. I say, we tell him.”
Taehyung nods, “I agree! We need to tell him everything! Slowly, but we need to feed him all the details. We can't just erase two years like that, guys! Come on!”
“I will be damned if he calls me his responsibility one more time!” Jimin glares, “so, whatever you do, not now!”
Jimin looks at Taehyung, “I will remove this mating mark, and then we will tell him and then whatever happens, happens.”
Jimin looks at the others, “how does that sound?”
Namjoon nods, “the doctor said, we have to be very gentle and cautious. His brain is just recovering.”
“We can take our time,” Hoseok shrugs, “first, let's tell him about the time. He thinks it's still twenty-twenty. Let's tell him about that. Then we can feed him little by little.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “let me discuss it with the doctor first.”
“What if he says no?” Taehyung frowns at Jungkook.
Jungkook looks down at the omega, “then, we don't. No,” he holds his hand up in the room, looking at Hoseok and back at Taehyung, “no, I don't care what you say, but if it puts hyung in danger, I won't let you do it!”
“That man in that cabin?” Jungkook's voice chokes up, “he raised me! I will be damned if I let you all ruin him because you want to hurry it and go back to your lives! It can be very risky, okay?! I need to discuss it. If the doctor says, it's not the time, it's not the time!”
“If the doctor says it will damage his brain, I won't let you do it!” Jungkook shakes his head, “I don't care. I will bury the news of mating and whatnot, I will make sure never figures out he ever met Jimin like that. I will make sure to do whatever it takes to keep him fine!”
Jungkook shakes his head, “the doctor said we can tell him about the memory loss but feeding him all this at the same time and overwhelming him just because you all have your reasons, I won't let you. You all can act for at least a few months! I don't care!”
Jungkook wipes his eyes, “I don't care. You all have your reasons, but to damage a man's already weak brain and to play with his health because we have our selfish reasons, that's not okay! He needs time to heal! Can we give him that?! Just... don't be so quick! Please!”
“So, help me, God,” Jungkook stands by the door, “you have to fight me if you think you will march in there and vomit everything to him just because you want to feel good and relieved! I was about to lose him,” Jungkook's voice breaks, “I saw him like that... I...” he sniffles...
“I refuse to lose him,” Jungkook shakes his head, trembles where he stands, “I thought he would never wake up! I thought he would never be able to,” he chokes, tears brimming in his eyes, “to...” he sniffles, “so, all I ask is for you all to give him a few weeks at least!”
“Please,” Jungkook looks around the room, “either you all listen to me, or you have to physically fight me to get in his room because I am going to be there from now on. With him, and I will not allow you all to expose him to that much so soon! Choose.”
“Let's talk to the doctor,” Jin reaches out for Jungkook to take a hold of his wrist, “yeah? Kookie?” his voice goes soft, “let's talk to the doctor and see what he suggests. They are right too, bub, we can't keep him in the darkness forever. Let's discuss a middle ground.”
Jin slowly pulls Jungkook in his arms, blinking back his own tears, “hey, he is like my brother,” he sniffles, “do you really think I will let anything happen to him? Let's talk and figure out a way. Until then, no one is going to his room or saying a word to him. I promise!”
“We have to take it slow,” Doctor Kim nods at the reports, “he is very weak right now. We will have to be cautious. We will tell him about his condition first and how many years he forgot from his life. What those years took from him, that has to wait for now.”
“Let him digest the fact that he lost two years of his life,” doctor Kim looks at them all one by one, “that's a huge shock, guys. Make sure you all give him time to breathe. Make sure you don't suffocate him. He is sure to feel a lot of emotions. Let him. Feed him slowly.”
“Give him the happy news first. Like… Jungkook and Taehyung got married. They have a baby together. His achievements in these years. All that. Then you can move from there. Make sure to be gentle. Understanding. He is learning two years of his life, okay? Just treat him wisely.”
“Are you sure you want to remove the mark now?” Doctor Kim looks at Jimin, “I would suggest you keep it. Let him come back to an unchanged reality. Something he can find solace in. You know? Too much change can cause trouble right now. Is the mark healed?”
Jimin shakes his head, “no. It's not.”
Doctor Kim winces, “then... then it must hurt.”
Jimin shrugs, “well, it does.”
“How long before we can tell him everything?” Taehyung looks at the doctor, “how long before he can digest it?”
“At least a few months,” Doctor Kim sighs.
Jimin looks at the doctor, “is there a slight chance of him ever remembering?”
Doctor Kim looks at Jimin, gives him a small smile, “10%.”
Everyone groans in the room.
Jimin nods to himself, “then I am removing the mark. We can just not tell him we ever mated. Right?”
Jungkook opens his mouth but Jimin holds his hand up, glares, “the mark is on my body. I am going through the pain. I am bearing everything, and you have no say in it, Jungkook. I don't care what you think, I am suffering here! I am removing it!”
Taehyung nods, “I agree.”
Everyone looks at each other.
“Who is going to tell him about the memory loss?” Hoseok looks at them one by one.
“I will,” Jin nods to himself, “it should come from me. I will tell him. Just… be there, you all.”
“Tomorrow?” Jungkook asks, looking terrified.
Jin nods, “yes.”
“So...” Yoongi stares at Jin, “you are saying I forgot two years of my life?”
Jin nods, watches the alpha, “yeah. Two years and a few months.”
Yoongi blinks, “this is 2022?”
“What...” Yoongi's heartbeat picks up, “what changed in these past two years?”
Jin looks at Hoseok and Hoseok nods, fearfully looking at the machines beside Yoongi's bed. The doctor and the nurses are monitoring those.
Jin gulps, “well, you bought a house,” he forces a smile on his lips, “you shifted there.”
Yoongi looks at Hoseok, “with you?”
Hoseok shakes his head, “n-no. You just... you just bought a house.”
Yoongi frowns, looks back at Jin, “what use I have of a house only for myself?”
Jin's face contorted, “well... you always wanted to settle down.”
Yoongi nods, “and...?”
Jin tries to smile, “you earned-”
Yoongi shakes his head, his eyes focused on Jin, “what did I lose?”
Jin stops, “what?”
Yoongi leans closer, “what did I lose?” he takes a hold of Jin's hand, “in these past two years, tell me what did I lose?”
Jungkook glances at the monitors and back at Yoongi, “a few deals-”
Yoongi glares at them, his eyes turning reddish, “tell me,” he hisses, “what did I lose?”
Jin lets out a shudder, “you have to calm down, Yoongi. You are too weak-”
“Did I lose something?” Yoongi whispers, his voice filled with hesitance, “or... someone?”
Jin shakes his head, “no. No, you didn't. You didn't lose anyone. We all are here. No?”
“You are lying,” Yoongi murmurs, “you are lying.”
Jungkook takes a hold of Yoongi's hand, “why do you think we are lying? We are no-”
“You are!” Yoongi hisses, “you all are! You are lying!”
Yoongi shakes his head, his face setting on a glare before he looks at Hoseok, “hoba? Are we engaged?”
Hoseok blinks, caught off-guard, “what?! N-no!” he risks a glance at Jin and Jungkook, “no. We are not.”
Yoongi looks at Jin then, “So, there is someone else you are hiding.”
Jin chokes on a breath, “what?! What do you mean?”
Jungkook almost stands up, “no. No! There is no one! What are you talking about?!”
Yoongi holds his hand up, his irises dark red, “you see the tan line on my ring finger? I wore a ring enough for it to leave a tan line.”
Yoongi chews out, his voice echoing in the room, “I hate wearing anything constantly! But, I wore this ring long enough for it to leave a mark. Where is it? My family has a rule of not wearing anything on our ring-finger unless it's a wedding or engagement ring. Remember?”
Yoongi looks at Namjoon, Jin and then Jungkook, “I noticed the mark yesterday. Since then, I am trying to remember if Hoba has the mark, and he doesn't. None of you do, thankfully,” he makes a face, “but, I kept thinking. So, tell me. Who is it? What are you hiding?”
Yoongi lets out a tired smile, “you know, even with half my memory gone, I can out run you all. Just...” he breathes out, “I will figure it out. Might as well tell me. I can take it. I swear. Are,” he gulps, “are they dead? Were they in the car...? Tell me. Please.”
Yoongi's eyes move from one to another, “tell me! Who is it?! Was there another person-” he freezes, eyes slowly widening.
Jin gulps, grabs Yoongi's hand, “okay, calm down. Dude, calm down. Whatever you are thinking-”
“Jimin is mated,” Yoongi murmurs, “he... he is mated.”
Jungkook looks at the doctor, “is he okay?!”
The doctor stares at Yoongi, “he is not forcing himself to remember these. He is just... connecting the dots. His brain is working fine.”
Yoongi grabs Jin by his shirt, “tell me! I am tired of connecting dots! Tell me what's wrong!”
“Listen, I can't remember why and how and what went down for me and Jimin to mate! But, is that it?! Tell me! I can't remember that, but I think I said the right things-”
Hoseok chokes on a teary laugh, “well, you just left us speechless. Give him a moment. My God!”
Jin coughs, “yeah. Exactly! I had all the templates planned on how to slowly feed you the details. Now I have to make those all over again-”
“Is this in any way amusing to you?” Yoongi bites out, “I am not finding this funny.”
Jin shrugs, “I just... God, where to start?!”
“The operation is successful,” the doctor smiles at Jimin, squeezing his hand, “your bond is broken now. You are recovering, and soon you will not feel any pain.”
Jimin nods, a trail of tears rolling out of his eyes, “thank you.”
Taehyung holds his hand, “Mimi...”
Jimin closes his eyes, “I am fine. Just...” he bites the inside of his cheek to not sob, “I need a moment.”
Taehyung feels his eyes tearing up, “take as long as you want.”
Jimin nods, trying and failing to hold back the sob that tears out of him, “it feels so weird, Tae.”
“It feels like I am finally closing my door on him and I feel like I am betraying him somehow?” Jimin frowns, crying, “it feels like I am leaving him behind when he is not in his right mind, and I am like... leaving him when he needs me, but he doesn't need me, right?”
“How can he need me when he doesn't even remember me?” Jimin sobs, holding Taehyung's hand, “he doesn't even remember me...”
“Calm down, mimi,” Taehyung holds Jimin in his arms, “please, calm down. You are exhausted and this is not going to help. Please, try to calm down-”
A nurse walks inside the cabin, her eyes fixing on Taehyung, “your husband wants to talk to you. He is waiting outside.”
Taehyung nods, “you can bring him here.”
“No,” the nurse denies, “the patient is weak after the operation. No alphas are allowed to see him for a day.”
“Go,” Jimin nods, looking through the window, “I need some time alone for myself.”
Taehyung hesitates, “I will be right back.”
Jimin nods, closing his eyes. Tears trail out of his eyes. He wipes them, trying to even out his breath.
Taehyung slowly walks out of the room.
Yoongi sits on the wheelchair, too weak to move on his feet yet. He feels Jungkook anxiously hovering over him.
“Calm down,” Yoongi murmurs, “I am fine.”
Jungkook doesn't say anything right away, “just... he is weak too, you know? You are, you both are. So, you should wait.”
“He removed the one-sided bond,” Jungkook speaks in a low voice, “so, nothing is really binding you two together. You can take your time-”
“I just want to know from him if that was the only thing binding us together or there was something more,” Yoongi whispers, sitting taut.
Jungkook stops at the door of Jimin's cabin, “please don't stress yourself out, or him,” Jungkook looks at the door and reaches to knock on it, “please take it slow. You both are weak.”
Yoongi nods silently, watches Taehyung open the door, nod at Jungkook before letting them in.
“Wait outside,” Yoongi says, eyes on the omega who is sitting on the bed with the support of the pillows, “I will call if we need anything.”
Taehyung and Jungkook share a look.
“But-” Taehyung stops when Yoongi holds up his hand.
“Do as I say,” Yoongi rolls the chair inside.
Jimin looks pale. His eyes follow Yoongi while the alpha rolls the chair beside his bed.
“This is too much effort,” Yoongi tries to smile, “also, I don't know how to navigate this shit.”
Jimin's lips twitch a little, “yeah, they should make one with steering and all.”
“Not sure if I would like to drive after what happened,” Yoongi arches a brow, “or, you forgot that one?”
Jimin huffs out a snort, “no, you took the forgetting role here. I remember.”
The silence falls upon them. Their eyes on each other.
“If you remember,” Yoongi starts, “then why didn't you try to remind me?”
Jimin gives him a long stare, then he looks away, “because what we had, is not worth reminding.”
Yoongi stares, “...what?”
Jimin nods, chuckles to himself, “we, to be honest, had nothing going on.”
“The entire affair was, you feeling guilty for mating me, and trying to take my responsibility while I was madly in love for a long time before I realized one-sided love can't save a relationship and wanted an out. That's all frankly was there between us. Nothing else.”
Jimin gives Yoongi a small smile, “you frankly forgot only that part because, maybe, it was the most straining part of your life, you know?” he looks down at his hands, “your brain shut down on that part because that was painful for you. I think. I also think it's for the best.”
“Straining,” Yoongi nods to himself, “maybe. It makes sense that I would want to take responsibility of what I did, but,” Yoongi looks at the omega, “are you sure that was all? Why did we get married?”
Jimin shrugs, “told you. Responsibilit-”
“Was that all?” Yoongi begs almost.
He reaches to grasp Jimin's hand in his, “was that all between us?”
Jimin's lips quiver, he looks away, “yeah. What else-”
“Where were we going that night?” Yoongi tugs Jimin's hand, asking silently for the omega to look at him, “we were going somewhere. Right? Where?”
Jimin gulps, “on a stroll...”
“It was past midnight!” Yoongi frowns, “it was raining! You can't be serious. Jimin,” he lets out a breath, “I am struggling to remember someone who is my husband! I can't do it if you don't help me. You are lying, and I don't know why, and it's-”
Jimin fears that. He fears telling Yoongi everything. He fears opening up because he knows then Yoongi will again try to mend things together because he would think Jimin is his responsibility.
Jimin looks at the alpha and wants to scream that if not for those proofs, Yoongi would still want Hoseok. If not for those proofs, he would still want Hoseok and Jimin doesn't care where they were going or whatever the small development was, he is not sure if Yoongi loved him.
He doesn't know if Yoongi will ever get his memories back or not. So right now, this Yoongi woke up wanting Hoseok and this Yoongi is here beside Jimin now because he thinks he married and mated Jimin so Jimin is his responsibility and Jimin would rather die than accept it again.
“𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡…” Jimin thinks, tears brimming in his eyes, “𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡…” he wipes his eyes…
“𝑀𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡…” Jimin nods to himself, eyes on Yoongi's face, “𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒… 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒, 𝑢𝑠. 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙.”
Jimin chuckles, “I have to say it, huh?”
“I am having an affair with my dance teacher,” Jimin murmurs, looking down at his hands, “so, you were pissed, and you wanted to leave me at my parents' because you were done with me, our marriage,” Jimin looks at the alpha, “so, we were going to Busan.”
“You were drunk, so you made me drive and in your haste you forgot to wear the seatbelt,” Jimin doesn't match those eyes, “we were fighting in the car too. That's why the accident,” he shrugs, “we were not looking at the road. It's all a mess, really.”
“So, even in that drunk, pissed state, I remembered our safety to make you drive?” Yoongi arches a brow, “and, where is this alpha of yours who you are having an affair with? Did he come to visit you after hearing about your accident?”
“I decided to drive because I wasn't keen to die, you see,” Jimin chews out, “also, yes. He came to visit me. We both decided this is the right time to finally remove the mark and I did it. I am free from you, Yoongi, something I wanted for so long finally happened.”
“So, do me a favour and let me go,” Jimin begs almost, “this is life's way of giving us both a second chance. Take it! You were to get our divorce papers, I say you make that, and we sign and then-”
“I didn't love you?” Yoongi wonders, “during our time together, did I love you?”
“No, you didn't,” Jimin shakes his head, “you can read your own diaries, you have those. You will see how you feel about me in those. Well, you will see where your heart was. Also, we didn't have anything physical going on, too. That's why I sought him out. For myself.”
Yoongi nods, thinking something. Jimin waits with bated breath, his eyes following the alpha's hand when he reaches for the bag hanging from the chair's hook and pulls out his laptop.
Jimin blinks at the device, confused.
Yoongi opens it wordlessly, “I can't open my laptop...”
Jimin stares in confusion, and he can't think why a laptop is important now.
“What?” he stares at the alpha.
Yoongi nods, “the hint is a heart but my name, hoba's name, your name, nothing opens it. Do you know the password?”
Jimin blinks, “I am not aware. You never told me.”
Yoongi bites his lower lip, thinking, “I have a few files I need to see, but I can't remember the password and no one knows. I changed it because the last one was my name. My own date of birth. But I changed it during this time period, and that's why I thought you would know.”
Jimin frowns, “I have no idea. Why-”
“I used to keep things important to me written in my files, notes, those are saved here and not on any drive. So, I can't open it with other devices and it's killing me. I need to see those notes. There has to be more details,” Yoongi curses.
“Don't force yourself,” Jimin shakes his head, worry clear in his eyes, “it's not good for your health. You should just rest-”
Yoongi gives him a small laugh, “for an omega who is having an extramarital affair, you do care a lot for me, I see?”
Then he shrugs, “once I loved you, madly,” Jimin whispers, looking down at the laptop, “blindly. Of course, I care.”
Yoongi is quiet for a few seconds, then he looks at the laptop again, “it doesn't make sense to me. None of this. At all. If I never felt anything for you, then-”
He turns the laptop towards Jimin, and Jimin freezes.
“Then how come the wallpaper is you?” Yoongi whispers, “why is it you?”
Jimin stares at the photo, his eyes glued on himself. He feels his heartbeat escalate in his chest, his hands trembling in their clutch...
Jimin blinks up at the alpha, “I-” he looks down at the photo, “I don't know.”
“Where was it taken?” Yoongi asks, looking at the photo himself, “you look so beautiful.”
Jimin stares at the photo too, “I invited you. It was a competition. Right after we mated. But,” Jimin frowns
“Mated?” Yoongi arches a brow.
“I mean, right after we shared my heat,” Jimin shrugs, “but, yeah. You said you won't come because you were too busy with work, and I was upset but,” he frowns at the photo, “you didn't come to the competition. Where did you get this photo?”
“It's not,” Yoongi leans in to check, “it's not clicked by professionals. There are no watermarks.”
Jimin snorts, “I am not popular enough to get professional photos of me. Also, the competition wasn't that big of a deal.”
Yoongi stares at the photo, “so it's a personal click.”
Jimin feels his heart squeeze in his chest, “I never saw this photo though.”
Yoongi looks at him, “so... I did show up.”
Jimin's eyes flicker over to him, “why didn't you tell me? I waited. I cried when I thought you didn't.”
Yoongi's throat bobs, “I don't know.”
Jimin chuckles, “yeah. You don't know.”
Yoongi looks back at the photo, “did I ever call you something other than your name? A nickname?”
Jimin snorts, “maybe trouble.”
Yoongi gives him a look, “I am serious.”
Jimin bites his lower lip, “we were not that close. Ever.”
Yoongi nods, opens his mouth to say something when the doctor walks in.
“Sorry to disturb, he needs to go for an examination,” he points at Jimin, “you two can talk tomorrow again. You also need some rest, Yoongi.”
Yoongi looks at Jimin who is already looking at him. He nods.
“I will be back tomorrow,” Yoongi squeezes Jimin's hand.
Jimin pulls away, “you shouldn't. I have nothing more to say.”
“I might,” Yoongi shrugs, nodding at Jungkook who comes to push the wheelchair out of the room.
Taehyung walks in then, nodding to Jungkook who looks at him.
Yoongi stares outside of the window. The lamps are the only things he sees in the darkness of the night. He counts them, again and again. Anything to distract himself.
There is a knock on his cabin's door. He turns towards it and sees Namjoon walking in with a packet.
Namjoon stops by his bed, “I,” he hesitates, “you told me to bring you your phone as soon as I get it,” he walks up to Yoongi, nodding to himself, “it came back from repairing. The lock is your fingerprint or face. So, this will open.”
Yoongi takes the phone...
He opens the phone and stares at the blank wallpaper, “the data...”
“Is intact,” Namjoon nods, “it was all saved in drive. So, thankfully, those are still there.”
Yoongi nods, “thanks, Joon.”
Namjoon hesitates, “Jin will kill me if he hears I got behind his back to do this.”
“He doesn't want to overwhelm you like this, but he has no idea what a persistent as'hole you are,” Namjoon glares at Yoongi.
Yoongi snorts, “what he doesn't know won't hurt him.”
He opens the gallery to see his photos sorted by files. He starts scrolling.
Yoongi stops, his thumb hovering over the file name, 'blossom.'
“Since when I took interest in flowers?” he wonders aloud.
Namjoon is over the other side of the room, pouring himself a glass of water, “no idea.”
Yoongi ignores him, pressing his thumb over the file...
Yoongi stills when the file opens.
There are only four photos. One is Yoongi's laptop wallpaper. The other three don't look like Jimin was aware that Yoongi took those photos.
Yoongi stares at each one of them, trying to think what was he thinking when he clicked those...
Yoongi stares at those photos one by one. He doesn't force himself to remember why he clicked only four photos and what they mean but he looks at them for long.
Then he is reaching for his laptop to open it. He inhales deeply, before he types...
“When was this?” Yoongi whispers, stares at the photo of his homescreen.
Namjoon walks over, looks at the photo and lets out a long breath, “it was when you bought the house where you and him were supposed to move in after the wedding. On the day of the house-warming party.”
“He was so excited,” Namjoon's voice drifts off, “almost begged us to gather the flowers you two got so he can click some photos...”
“I didn't love him,” Yoongi tastes those words on his tongue, “he kept insisting I didn't love him. If I didn't, explain all this to me.”
“It's all perspective, you know?” Namjoon murmurs, “maybe he does believe you never loved him because you never showed him? Your actions or words didn't reach him? Maybe he believes what he is saying. Maybe he thinks you didn't love him, really. He has his reasons, you know?”
“Maybe, now,” Namjoon squeezes Yoongi's shoulder, “I don't know how to say this, but take the positive side of this accident. You can learn your side of the story with him. You can discover Min Yoongi in these past few years with him and how Yoongi felt with him too. No?”
“Maybe the things that old Yoongi feared or hesitated to open up about, you and Jimin can learn now,” Namjoon comes to sit beside Yoongi, “discover him with Jimin too. Because, you forgot, Jimin never knew. This is probably your second chance at starting a fresh with each other.”
“He doesn't want anything to do with me,” Yoongi snorts, eyes tracing Jimin's face in the photo, “he has an affair-”
“Do you believe it?” Namjoon wonders.
“I don't know any better, do I?” Yoongi chuckles, “I don't even know myself, how can I know him?”
“Then know yourself,” Namjoon squeezes Yoongi's hand in his, “know yourself and let him know you too,” he nods at Yoongi, “if, after learning it all, he still lies-”
“Why do you think he is lying?” Yoongi wonders.
Namjoon pauses, chuckles to himself, “because he is. I know.”
“He is my brother's best friend. I know him since he was a kid. He,” Namjoon hesitates, “god, he was so smitten with you since he met you, hyung. You have no idea. I introduced you two. I told Jin hyung how you were Jimin's first crush, hell, first love too...”
“He didn't know about you and Hobi,” Namjoon murmurs, eyes on his hands, “he would come to our house whenever you visited. Go so pink whenever you would tease him. He loved you silently. For a long time, hyung. He loved you from afar for a long time. Without expecting anything.”
“A love like that doesn't chance, hyung. A person who loves you without expecting anything in return doesn't change so quickly. He loved you madly. I was always worried that one day you will break him, and you did. I hated you for that, but...” Namjoon sighs, “yeah...”
“Maybe he got tired of waiting,” Yoongi whispers, “maybe I drove him away, and I get it. You know? How long can you love someone before you realize they will never be yours, and you move on?”
“Forever,” Namjoon whispers, “love is destructive like that. I know.”
Namjoon chuckles, “I know because I love Jin like that,” his eyes meet Yoongi's, “I know because I don't care if Jin moves on or finds someone or what, but I know I will always love him. It's terrifying. It's horrible, but it's true. Some love lasts forever. You want or not.”
“And, Jimin's love felt like that to me because I felt the same,” Namjoon chokes out, “I felt the exact same for a person. I hated you because you reminded me of Jin, and I hurt for Jimin because he was like me. Is like me. We never moved on. We so desperately want to, though.”
“So, maybe I am selfish, but I want Jimin to have his first love,” Namjoon whispers, eyes on the photo, “that kid with starry eyes and blush high on his puffy cheeks as he looked at the alpha of his best friend's hyung's friend, I want him happy. He suffered enough. You know?”
“So, please,” Namjoon holds Yoongi's hand in his, “learn about the past you. About his feelings and if you can, love him because he suffered enough. Just because he loved you. He doesn't deserve it, hyung.”
“He doesn't want to though,” Yoongi murmurs, “he doesn't want to.”
“If Jin ever comes back to me, I won't accept him, you know?” Namjoon murmurs, “I think, my insecurities will stop me. My anger, hurt will stop me. I will tell him to leave because how dare he leave me just because the society thought two alphas can't be together...”
“I would shout at him, ask him why I wasn't enough, why our love wasn't enough. I will ask him why couldn't we just adopt a kid when the time comes. I will tell him to go away because for ages he made me feel like I wasn't enough, but I still want him to try. To win me back.”
“Deep inside me, I still hope Jin will come back,” Namjoon sniffles, “I still imagine scenarios where we will fight for hours before I let him hug me and I finally go back home. To him. I know Jimin feels the same. We want to fight you, make you realize how much you hurt us...”
“But, deep inside us, we still hope and imagine a future where we finally go home to you because we always wanted that, prayed for that. I know how it feels to be hurt by a person you love so madly. I know how Jimin feels. So, yeah. He will make it difficult, but please, fight?”
“No one will fight for me,” Namjoon chuckles, “but I want you to fight for him. I am selfish, hyung. I want to see at least one of us get their happy ending. Through him, I want to have a closure. You know? Try, hyung. Try to understand where he is coming from.”
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Jimin looks up from where he is reading a book Taehyung left with him. He arches a brow at the man in wheelchair and shakes his head.
Yoongi slowly moves the chair inside, on his lap, he has his laptop and phone. Jimin eyes those things, curiously frowning at the alpha.
“Why ask a question when you won't wait for my answer?” Jimin marks the page and puts it down beside him, “why are you running around with your laptop?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I wanted to talk.”
Jimin folds his hands over his lap, “damn, since when you want to talk?”
Yoongi gives him a look, “I went through my phone last night. There are a few photos, I would like you to tell me where they are from.”
Jimin frowns, watches Yoongi open his phone, “now, how would I know where you-” he stops when Yoongi holds out the phone for him, “that's me.”
Yoongi nods, “can you tell me where this is from?”
Jimin doesn't reach for the phone, he sits on his trembling hands, “you… where did you get this photo?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I clicked it.”
Jimin's eyes flicker over to him, “impossible. We were not talking at that time.”
“It was the day,” Jimin gulps, looking away, “Namjoon hyung and Hobi hyung announced they were seeing each other,” Jimin looks down at his hands, “you were upset. Rightfully so. I asked you if you would like to go on a cruise dinner party. You didn't want to come. But…”
“At the last moment, you agreed because Jungkook and Jin hyung wanted to go too. We all kind of dragged you there. You spent the entire night on your own. Quiet, distant, upset. I don't think you were even looking at me for you to click that photo. I think someone else did.”
“I have a note from that day the photo was clicked,” Yoongi whispers, opening his laptop, “I keep notes of things that are important, or something I don't ever want to lose, I did it that day too. I-”
Jimin chuckles, “wrote how much it hurt to know Hobi hyung was moving on?”
Yoongi's eyes flicker over to the omega before he clicks on the note, “read it for me.”
Jimin lets out a long breath before he takes the laptop, “why on earth... what are you doing?”
Yoongi hoists himself up on the bed, his face scrunching up with pain, “move. Let me sit.”
Jimin stares, “are you allowed to move like this?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I am an alpha. I heal quicker than normal. Remember?”
Jimin shrugs, looking back at the laptop, “again, between the two of us, you are the one in forgetting department.”
Yoongi's lips twitch, “read it for me.”
“𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜. 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑒? 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑚. 𝑊𝘩𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑒?”
Jimin reads the lines. His brows furrowing. He reads it again.
Jimin reads the lines again and again. Yoongi sits beside him, quietly watching the omega.
Jimin checks the date, just to make sure Yoongi is not making it up. Yoongi lets the omega fret over it, go through the lines one by one.
“I see,” Jimin says at last, voice empty, “next?”
Yoongi shows his phone, “the next photo was clicked after two months from that date. Can you tell when this photo was taken?”
Jimin gives Yoongi an unimpressed look, “that's me sleeping and like a creep you took a photo. Even if I look past that, how the hell am I to know?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, shrugs, “my notes say, it was at the destination wedding of Jungkook and Taehyung. We shared a room, and it was the first time since your heat we shared a room.”
Jimin looks at the photo, “yeah. Now that I think, yeah, those pillows are not mine.”
Yoongi reaches to click on the dates to find the notes for that day.
He gestures for Jimin to read it. Jimin inhales deeply before he looks at the laptop screen with the same date as the photo.
Yoongi waits. His eyes on the omega who is reading the lines.
“𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚.”
Jimin grips the duvet, looking away from the screen.
Yoongi watches the omega, “what? Go on.”
Jimin's throat bobs...
“You didn't talk to me throughout the day,” Jimin whispers, “kept your distant and I busied myself with the wedding. I tried to remember if I crossed any lines during the night and-”
“It felt like you were bringing spring in my life when I was not ready to move on from winter yet,” Yoongi murmurs, “I wasn't ready to feel happy, but you were forcing me out of that state. I hated it,” he points at the screen, “the next note says that.”
Jimin reads it, “ohhh.”
Jimin looks at the note, “you were not ready...”
“To be happy, yes,” Yoongi whispers, eyes on the screen, “it felt too soon. It felt like I was moving on from Hoba too soon, and I wrote how I feel like I am betraying him and what I thought was my first and last love.”
“I felt frustrated that I was feeling anything for you and I guess, the notes speak volume about my conflict. You,” Yoongi looks at Jimin, “I think my old self will agree too, that you were probably too easy to love, blossom.”
Jimin chokes, startled, “don't- don't call me that.”
Yoongi turns the cursor towards the drive then. Opens a file that has two more notes with attached photos.
One of a group photo.
“You remember this? You would. I am relying on my notes,” Yoongi says, clicking one open.
“The group trip after Tae's wedding,” Jimin whispers.
Yoongi nods, “yeah. Apparently, we stayed at a villa and-”
“It was booked by Jungkook's dad,” Jimin murmurs, “we all spent a whole week there. Just the seven of us. It was,” Jimin smiles to himself, “it was fun.”
Yoongi smiles, “I guess, it looks like it was.”
Jimin smiles, “I loved the river. It was right by the resort and I would drag Jin hyung and Tae there. We would enjoy the cold water. I can't remember I many times I splashed those two-”
“Yeah,” Yoongi murmurs, “I guess you loved being there.”
Jimin looks at the next photo.
“𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑖𝑚… 𝑆𝘩𝑖𝑡, 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”
His eyes stuck on the photo where he is giggling with Jin. He remembers Yoongi being around, but he doesn't recall this click. He doesn't care.
He reads the line over and over again.
* .·:·. ☽ ✧ ✦ ✧ ☾ .·:·. *
Then Jimin is closing the laptop, his eyes closing too. He rubs his hands over his face before he opens his eyes and looks at Yoongi with a pained expression.
“You woke up asking for hobi hyung,” Jimin whispers, “whatever you felt in the past, does that even matter anymore?”
Jimin shakes his head when Yoongi opens his mouth, “no, hyung. I am not trying to pick up a fight. I am not trying to look past what you are saying, but you tell me, now, right at this moment, if you don't look at that past Yoongi,” Jimin's voice softens, “do you love me?”
Yoongi opens his mouth, just to close it. He can't quite bring himself to say anything. Nothing true at least. Nothing he can say that will assure Jimin, he knows.
Jimin gives him a small smile. It's not rueful, it's not sarcastic, it's nothing resentful.
“It's like you are watching yourself through a screen and telling yourself just because that Yoongi felt like this, you should too,” Jimin shakes his head, “hyung,” his voice cracks with urgency, “I would never want that. I don't want that.”
“Also?” Jimin points at the closed laptop, “you might never go back to being that Yoongi again-”
“You are that Jimin still,” Yoongi whispers.
Jimin chuckles, soft, “that Jimin doesn't know how being loved by you feels like, hyung. Trust me. He has no idea. I have no idea.”
“All you need to know is,” Jimin takes Yoongi's hand in his, “you woke up feeling something for Hobi hyung, and I was just your friend and let me be that. Just that. I can't,” Jimin gulps, “I can't be something more to you just because of a few notes. I can't.”
“You are forcing yourself to fit in the shoes you think is for you, but that's not how it works,” Jimin pulls back, looking away, “things ended between us for a reason, hyung. The reason is, you and me both deserve a new start. A fresh one. Let's have that. For now. Please.”
Jimin reaches to cup the side of Yoongi's face, “you are my first love, hyung,” a single tear rolls down Jimin's cheek, “that doesn't mean I have to be your last. Let it be. We both deserve a rest. We tried, yeah? Both of us. It didn't work. Maybe because we are not meant to be.”
“Otherwise, trust me,” Jimin smiles, rueful, “the amount of times we tried, we would reach somewhere. It's just not meant to be. Us. Otherwise, why,” Jimin's face contorts, he looks away, “why, out of every day, that night it had to-” he stops himself, a sob tearing through him.
Jimin holds Yoongi's hand in both of his.
He leans to press his lips against Yoongi's knuckles, “I hope you find someone with whom you don't have to remind yourself to love them. I will pray that you fall in love again. Just as naturally as you did with Hobi hyung.”
Jimin smiles at Yoongi, “now stop going around with your laptop and give yourself a rest. Yeah? See forward. Let it be, hyung. Both of us are tired of walking around the same loop. Let's break out of it. We are not it, we never were.”
“I don't remember you being so mature,” Yoongi whispers, “I remember the teenager who I met at Namjoon's house. The boy who would trail me like a lost puppy. The boy whose dance was a talk in the college. Taehyung's friend. I remember you very differently, Jiminie.”
“That's me,” Jimin smiles a little wide, “just remember me like that, and I am fine. I had a crush on you since forever. That's that. Your junior. A lost puppy, yeah. I don't need to be something more. Please.”
Yoongi watches him, eyes moving all over his face, “you were happy.”
Jimin blinks, “what?”
Yoongi's eyes are shiny, “you, the one I remember, were happy around me. I can't stand the thought that I did something to make you this,” he gestures, “this sad. Mature-”
Jimin huffs, “I am older now, hyung. I can't be a kid for the rest of my life.”
“I made you sad,” Yoongi looks away, slowly pulling away from Jimin, “I made you grow up and out of the happiness you always carried with yourself. That's something I will remember.”
Jimin pats Yoongi's back, “stop taking responsibility for everything. I am fine, I promise.”
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Yoongi gets discharged from the hospital two weeks after Jimin does. Enough time for Jimin to pack up his things and move out of the house they were sharing, but the omega hesitates.
“I'll just stay to make sure he is getting a hang of everything before I move out,” Jimin says.
Yoongi comes home to the new house. His wandering eyes taking in everything. Jimin stands by the door, welcoming the alpha, whose left leg is still in a cast. Jimin smiles when Yoongi points out the house is really huge, and they should get an elevator inside it for him.
“Stay at the guest room,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “no need to show off how rich you are.”
Yoongi looks up at him, tilting his head to see Jimin while the omega wheels him to the guest room, “where do you live? Did we share a bedroom?”
“No,” Jimin chuckles, “we didn't.”
Yoongi settles in pretty quickly. Busying himself with office work, learning about the past few years through his secretary and Jin. He works from home, cooped in his room.
The only time he comes out of it is when Jimin takes him out on evening strolls down the park.
The only three times Yoongi sees Jimin are these three times. Once, after his shower. Jimin helps him shower with the cast and change into his clothes. Then the omega leaves for the day. Comes back to take him out for a stroll and then they have dinner together.
“What?” Jimin asks, busy buttoning Yoongi's trouser, “what are you staring at?”
Yoongi stands leaning against the wall, “nothing.”
Jimin squints up at him, “what is it? You keep staring?”
“Well, sue me if I am staring at a pretty omega kneeling in front of me,” Yoongi teases.
Jimin stops for a second before his cheeks are heating up, and he is swatting at Yoongi's stomach, “shut the fuck up, hyung!”
Yoongi bites back a chuckle that turns into a soft smile, “what's your plan today? It's Sunday.”
Jimin fixes the pant, stands up, “nothing fancy.”
Yoongi lets Jimin fuss over his hair. He lets the omega wheel him back to his room and when Jimin turns to leave, Yoongi reaches to grab Jimin's wrist.
“Where are you going?” Yoongi knows he sounds a little breathless.
Jimin frowns, confused, “upstairs. To my room.”
“Sanghun hyung is coming over, we will go through some routines,” Jimin counts on his fingers, “we have a performance tonight. I asked hobi hyung to come over. Jin hyung might be here too. Jungkook too. I will be out-”
“Can I come?” Yoongi sees how Jimin freezes.
“Where?” Jimin gulps, eyes on the alpha.
“To your performance?” Yoongi asks, tentative, “I know you are dating the alpha and you or him might not want me there and all that, but I just...” he shrugs, “I just want to see you perform. Once.”
Jimin looks troubled, “why?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I just want to.”
Jimin looks away, “it's going to be a long night. I will go to the after-party with him and if you-”
“I can be back on my own,” Yoongi assures him, “I will be fine. You don't need to worry about me. Yeah? I will take my secretary with me.”
Jimin cannot say no after that.
Yoongi finds himself in the audience, sitting with his secretary and staring at the stage where Jimin comes out with the alpha. Yoongi watches them.
They are performing tango, the beats are fast and catchy and the dance is intimate...
Jimin looks gorgeous in his white fit. His blond hair fluffy and curled are his face. His eyes never wavering from the alpha's who is clad in black from head to toe. Their eyes on each other. For a second, the alpha's lips move and Jimin breaks character, a smile on his lips.
Yoongi watches how the alpha's hand circles that waist, pulling the omega closer. His eyes flicker over to Jimin's face to see Jimin's lips parted, eyes on the alpha while the alpha smirks at him.
Then they are breaking apart, just to come right back for each other...
Sanghun buries his face against Jimin's neck, Jimin's back pressed against his chest as they move. Jimin tilts his head back, resting it on the alpha's shoulder.
Sanghun turns them next. Easily picking up Jimin and ending the dance with Jimin's one leg wrapped around his waist, the other outstretched.
Jimin's one hand on his shoulder and the other cupping the side of his face.
Their breathing heavy as the curtain drops...
Yoongi claps, watches how everyone stands up to do so. He leans back against his seat, eyes still on that closed curtains.
“Sir, would you like to leave?” his secretary asks then, “the car is ready.”
Yoongi nods, his throat bobbing, “yeah. Let's go.”
“I will let Jimin ssi know before-”
Yoongi shakes his head, eyes still on the curtain, “no, it's okay,” he turns his eyes away, “he must be busy. Let's leave. Let him enjoy the after-party. He already,” his voice waver, “already sacrificed enough for me as it is. Let him enjoy.”
His secretary hesitates, looks at the stage and back at him before nodding.
Yoongi lets her wheel him out of the venue. He leans against the chair, eyes on the exit until they are in the parking. His guards are fixing the car to get him inside.
Yoongi thanks them mutely.
Yoongi frowns, leaning back against his seat while he looks at the roof of the car. The sting in his chest intensifies the more he thinks about the performance. He tries to reason it was just a performance. A practised skit for the audience.
Then he frowns harder...
Even if it was not, why does it bother him? Even if it was really them, as it should be, why did it matter to him?
Yoongi frowns, tongue caressing the inside of his cheek.
Jimin was dating the alpha, so it is natural that they have chemistry. It is natural that they look so...
“𝑊𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑎 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒?”
“𝑊𝘩𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒?!”
Yoongi flinches. The words come like a thunder-strike. They flash across his mind and vanish just as quickly.
He sits up straight, frown deep. It feels like he can hear those words in his head. As if he lived those...
Yoongi feels like déjà vu. As if he lived those words. As if what he is feeling is not new. He felt it. As if those words-
Yoongi blinks, eyes wide and at the person who is right beside his car. He stares at Jimin's face, still not sure if he is dreaming or…
Jimin is still in his costume. He pants, steps closer to the car's window, and bends to look at Yoongi.
“Oh, you,” Jimin breathes out, “I was searching!”
Yoongi blinks, “well, it was over, so... I left.”
“I told you to inform me!” Jimin hisses, “what the fuck, hyung!”
Yoongi rolls the glass of the window down, tries to smile, “you shouldn't have worried, Jiminie, I am fine.”
Jimin looks at him, eyes moving over Yoongi's face, “where are you going?”
“Home,” Yoongi murmurs, “I feel a little tired.”
Jimin nods, stepping away, “yeah. Okay.”
Yoongi reaches blindly then. He takes Jimin's hand in his, flips it and presses his lips against Jimin's wrist, right on his pulse.
Jimin goes still.
Yoongi looks up at the omega, “you were so beautiful up there,” “𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚…” Yoongi doesn't call him that, “prettiest.”
Yoongi knows it's a gesture common between mated couples. A scenting tradition that he so selfishly took from Jimin. Yoongi watches how Jimin stands there, immobile. He holds Jimin's wrist in his hand still, rubbing his thumb over the pulse.
“I was?” Jimin whispers, “prettiest?”
Yoongi nods, “you are.”
Jimin blinks, takes his hand away from Yoongi's hold and clutches it closer to his chest, “right.”
Yoongi leans back against his seat, “enjoy, okay? Don't worry about me. I will just go and sleep.”
Jimin nods jerkily, throat bobbing, “yeah…”
Jimin's eyes start to water then. He blinks, looking sideways to wipe his eyes.
“Why did you come?” Jimin whispers, taking a step away, “why do you always...” his lips quiver, he sniffles, “shit, why can't you let me go?”
Then he is turning on his heels and running away...
Yoongi feels the tears when they roll down his cheeks. He wipes them, looks down at his hand with a frown as his palm glisten. He looks up at the omega, who almost rushes inside the building.
“Because…” Yoongi leans back in his seat, “this Yoongi is falling for you too.”
“Where to, sir?” his secretary speaks from the passenger seat.
“Home,” Yoongi murmurs, closing his eyes while more tears spring out of his eyes, “take me home.”
He wipes his eyes. He would be damned if he blurts that shit out and ruin whatever Jimin has with Sunghun now.
Jimin comes home exhausted. It's past two in the morning, and he almost drags himself inside the house. While he closes the door, he hears it.
The soft plucker of keys.
Jimin stands by the door, eyes on the silhouette of the man who plays the piano by the window.
Yoongi sits on the stool, leisurely moving his fingers over the keys of the piano. A glass of scotch sits idly on top of the piano. Jimin watches the alpha.
His shirt open till three buttons, the tie hanging loosely around his neck. He is still dressed in his evening clothes.
Jimin slowly walks up to the alpha. His eyes on the man whose eyes are on the piano.
Jimin stands across from him, watches how Yoongi doesn't stop playing. He watches how Yoongi's hands are so steady with the tune.
“What song is it?” he asks, not sure if he should have or not.
Yoongi looks up at him, smiles a little, “Can't Help Falling in Love.”
Jimin's eyes move across the man's features, “never heard it.”
“That's a crime,” Yoongi pats the seat beside him, “you should be punished.”
Jimin breathes out a smile, “and, how exactly that will happen?”
“By listening to me sing,” Yoongi smirks, there is something glossy in his eyes, “by the end you will cry and beg me to let you go. Also, Presley will cry in his grave too.”
Jimin's lips twitch, “you are that bad, huh?”
Yoongi nods, “terrible.”
Jimin rounds the piano, “go on.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “no. I respect that man too, mcuh to ruin his song like that. Just,” he leans to click on a button, “listen to him singing it.”
Jimin sits beside Yoongi, moonlight cascading down on them through the vast window. The voice fills the room slowly.
“One day I will produce a song, and you can dance on it,” Yoongi murmurs, smiling at the keys of the piano, “I can't dance with you, so... I hope the song-” he stops when his eyes fall on Jimin.
Jimin's eyes are wide, his lips trembling.
“What?” Yoongi asks, confused.
“𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡…”
Yoongi's voice echoes in Jimin's ears. Jimin looks back at the piano, closing his eyes.
“What is it?” Yoongi asks.
Jimin shakes his head, “no-nothing.”
He tries to smile at Yoongi, “play the tune for me, yeah?”
Yoongi lets Jimin stop the music system, lets out a breath before he starts to play the piano. Yoongi's breath hitches when Jimin's head comes to rest on his shoulder. His eyes start to blur as he continues…
“Do you think people can be meant to be like that?” Jimin wonders, his voice low, “like a river flows to the sea? No matter what? Do you think,” his voice wavers, cracks, “someone's love can be strong enough to bring their loved one back to them? No matter how long the route is?”
“Like a river flows.
Surely to the sea...”
Jimin sings the lines to himself, tastes the words on his tongue, “do you think love can be like that too? No matter how far the distance, how long the path, the hardships, do you think they can meet at the end? Is that possible?”
“Some things are meant to be,” Yoongi whispers, blinks, “some loves are meant to be.”
Jimin looks at him then, “do you think mine is one of them?”
Yoongi freezes, “huh?”
Jimin looks back at the window, head resting on Yoongi's shoulder, “because... I still wait.”
“It's like a sea, I wait,” Jimin's voice clogs, “helplessly wait for the river to find its way to me. Wait for the river to push past the barriers, hills, deserts... pray for it to not lose its way and come to me. I keep waiting, hyung. It feels like I am waiting forever.”
Yoongi tries to breathe through the pain that squeezes his heart. He takes Jimin's hand in his, watches, mesmerized, how his hand swallows Jimin's hand up.
He pulls it up to his lips, “the river is born to find the sea, blossom. A river's only purpose is to find the sea.”
“No matter the hardships, no matter the distance, no matter the efforts,” Yoongi knows his eyes are teary, “the river pushes along to find the sea. That's the only reason it flows. The sole purpose it's born. It might take time, but the river always finds the sea.”
“Then how come mine got lost?” Jimin whispers, choked voice reaching only Yoongi, “tell me how long do I have to wait? Or, in our case, you are the sea who forgot this river because he has so many rivers flocking it, and he doesn't care if one doesn't reach him at all.”
“Because it feels like I was born with the sole purpose to love you and try my best to reach you while you don't even care,” Jimin sobs, “it feels like I am running to you my entire life while you stay busy with the others. As if I am trying so hard to reach you when you don't-”
“You are not dating him?” Yoongi asks, voice not above a whisper, “the alpha. You are not with him?”
Jimin stops, eyes watering some more, “he,” he looks away, “tonight, he asked me out. Tried to kiss me.”
Yoongi's breath catches in his chest, “oh?”
Jimin looks away, “it was so easy. He made me feell comfortable. It was a sweet proposal,” his eyes close, “then he leaned in and kissed me. Right on the lips.”
Yoongi looks away, blinking faster. His hands ball over his thighs.
Jimin chuckles, “you know what I did?”
“I thought of how you asked if you could kiss me the first time we kissed after my heat,” Jimin whispers, “how you sought my permission and it's so stupid. It was not like he was forcing himself on me but,” Jimin shakes his head, “you asked. You waited for me to say yes. I...”
Jimin chuckles, “whatever I know about alphas, were based on knowing my father and Tae's father. I didn't grow up with a lot of expectation from alphas, you know? They were always this terrible, hideous things that terrified me. Then you came along...”
“Different,” Jimin chuckles, “you were everything I have never seen in a typical alpha. Maybe that's where my silly crush came from. You were,” Jimin shrugs, “like, tonight he kissed me as if he knew why would I stop him? As if, he never thought of that. My permission.”
“You raised my standard, hyung,” Jimin smiles, a lone tear rolling down his cheek, “then made me realize, you were not common. You were hard to find and since then I am ruined. You know? Since then, I feel like I will never find someone who would be you. Ever again.”
“Min Yoongi, you kind of ruined me for others,” Jimin lets out a deep breath, “I guess, that's why I pushed him away,” Jimin smiles, “realized his proximity makes my skin crawl. I don't want him, you know?”
Yoongi watches him, “you left him there?”
Jimin nods, “yeah.”
Jimin wipes his eyes, “I should be moving on by now. It has been so long since everything crumbled. I should be over you by now, you know? I have no idea-”
“Love doesn't have a certain expiry date, Jiminie,” Yoongi chuckles, “it's not easy like that. It's not easy.”
“I don't know how far I can run before I exhaust myself out of this loop,” Jimin looks down at his wrist, “I don't know where on this earth I need to go to stop feeling this gut-wrenching pain every time I think of you. There is this part in me, that still hopes...”
Jimin looks at Yoongi, “this is how I always was. A nagging pest. Always begging you to love me. Pathetic, no?” he looks ahead at the window, “always hoping, praying, wishing you would love me and that Yoongi didn't. You don't. I don't know what I can do to move on.”
Jimin stands up, frustrated, “why am I so pathetic?” he wipes his eyes furiously, “why can't I just kiss him and finally feel how reciprocated love feels like? Why can't I just move on and not look back at you over and over again? What is wrong with me? What's wrong with me?”
Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin's hand, “when you were breaking inside, in the past, according to everything I read, that Yoongi was breaking too. He loved you, Jiminie. He loved you just as much. You believe it or not, it changes anything or not, he loved you.”
“Tonight,” Yoongi gulps, skin breaking with goosebumps, “this Yoongi loves you too.”
Jimin stills. His eyes wide, fearful, startled.
Yoongi nods, slowly, “I love you. Park Jimin, I am in love with you. Not because anything binds us. Not because you are my responsibility...”
“Not because there's a mating bond,” Yoongi shakes his head, “not because I feel guilty. Hell, I don't remember shit to feel guilt. I just remember how you made me feel these past few weeks. You,” Yoongi ignores how tears roll out of his eyes, “you make it so easy to love you.”
“I loved you when you stayed with me throughout the night the first day I came home because I couldn't sleep,” Yoongi pulls Jimin to sit beside him, “I loved you when you cancelled your plans to help me settle here. I loved you each time you helped me shower. I loved you...”
“Every time you told me it will get better. I loved you when you took me on those strolls. Sat beside me to watch the sunset. I loved you each night when you sat beside me while we finished our dinner and talked until it was way past midnight. I loved you in bits and pieces.”
“Every time you smiled at me,” Yoongi gives a wobbly smile, “every time you giggled so hard you were falling off the seat. Every time you pouted because your cooking was too bad. I loved you. I loved you every time you told me to move on. I loved you each day. Every day.”
“That day, when Hoba came over, and you left, so we have our privacy,” Yoongi chuckles, “I realized I was not the same person who woke up asking for him. I looked at him and realized I moved on. I realized, I moved on a long time ago. You have to know that, Jiminie.”
“Why?” Jimin whispers, “why are you telling me this now?”
“Because that Yoongi didn't,” Yoongi sniffles, “and, I refuse to be him.”
Jimin's face contorts, “hyung...”
Yoongi wipes his eyes, “you don't have to accept me. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you.”
Jimin gets up, a sob escaping him. Then he is rushing up across the hall to the stairs and sprinting up and out of Yoongi's view.
Yoongi turns towards the piano then, rests his elbows on the edge and holds his face in his palms.
It's a rejection. Yoongi knew it would come.
Still it hurts. It hurts terribly. Yoongi hides his face in his hands and lets the silent tears fall. He hunches over while tears run down his face to smear across his palms.
He doesn't know how long he stays there. Maybe hours. Maybe minutes. Then he gets on his wheelchair.
Yoongi turns on the music. The song he was playing. He keeps it on repeat and looks at the balcony. He slowly takes himself out on the open balcony. His eyes on the sky, clouds moving around. It's going to rain. Yoongi sits on his wheelchair, watching the dark horizon.
Yoongi sits there for hours. Sits there like a lifeless statue. Sits there, too numb to move. His eyes water while the horizon start to fade, the sun slowly peeking through the dark clouds.
The first droplet falls on the tip of his nose, Yoongi closes his eyes.
The rain slowly picks up, silently drenching him. Yoongi watches the sun, rising lazily. The horizon fading to a soft yellow glow.
“𝑊𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦
𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝘩 𝑖𝑛...”
Yoongi hears the footsteps. He keeps his eyes on the sun, barely there.
“𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢…”
Yoongi's vision is blocked when Jimin rounds him, standing between him and the sun.
Yoongi doesn't look up at that face. He keeps his eyes on Jimin's abdomen.
Jimin doesn't utter a word either.
“𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦?
𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛
𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢?”
Jimin slowly kneels in front of him, sits on his knees so they are eye to eye. Yoongi watches how mascara runs down Jimin's eyes, his makeup a mess.
Those eyes are puffy. Tears cling to those lashes. Those irises are red-rimmed. Yoongi knows he is not any better. He knows he looks just as drained.
Jimin reaches then, his trembling hand cups the side of Yoongi's face. Yoongi sucks in a breath, eyes still on the omega...
“𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠
𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎
𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒.”
Jimin surges forward then, pressing his lips on Yoongi's and Yoongi… Yoongi moves. His hands reaching out to hold Jimin.
Behind them, the sun is breaking out through the dark clouds, giving Jimin a halo like an angel.
Yoongi kisses Jimin with the urgency he feels deep in his bones. Jimin kisses him just as intensely.
The rain pours on them, soaking them both up while a new day begins around them.
“𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑
𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑜
𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”
Yoongi tugs Jimin up by his hands, on his lap, kissing him greedily. Jimin tries to pull away, hesitant, but Yoongi doesn't let him.
“You are hurt-” Jimin stops, arms on Yoongi's shoulder.
“Don't leave,” Yoongi begs almost, “blossom,” his voice cracks, “don't leave me ever again.”
Jimin looks down at him, face crumbling as he cries, “I never did. I can't. I tried. I can't.”
“𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠
𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎
𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒.”
“I love you, I love you so much,” Yoongi murmurs against Jimin's lips.
Jimin sniffles, “I love you too. I love you more.”
Yoongi pulls Jimin down for another kiss, “I think I love you the most.”
Jimin kisses back, shaking his head into the kiss, “not possible. Not at all possible, alpha.”
Yoongi's heart flutters in his chest, “yeah?”
Jimin nods, “I loved you since I was barely a teenager.”
“You are my first love,” Jimin leans to join their foreheads, “you are my first ever love.”
“You are my last,” Yoongi whispers, holding Jimin closer, “you are the last because I can't think of loving someone as intensely as I love you, blossom.”
“What I feel for you… it's terrifying, you know?” Yoongi murmurs, seeking Jimin's lips out to kiss him again.
“I know,” Jimin nods, kissing him right back, “I know.”
* .·:·. ☽ ✧ ✦ ✧ ☾ .·:·. *
Jimin is not used to this. The soft kisses before he leaves for the day's work. The homemade food when he gets back.
He is not used to a doting… husband? Lover? He is not sure how to brand Yoongi at this point. So he doesn't.
He just basks in the attention and love.
“How is he?” Taehyung asks one day, both of them coming out of the court after the case's first hearing, “now?”
Jimin looks over at Yoongi who is now walking side by side with Jungkook, the cast finally off, “I don't know,” Jimin sighs, “new? Like a dream I fear?”
Taehyung frowns, “a dream you fear?”
Jimin looks down at his feet, “I am not used to happiness, Tae. It got taken away from me more than once. I fear...” he gulps, “what if one day he wakes up with his old memories back, but he forgets these past few months?”
Taehyung holds Jimin's hand in his, “that's ridiculous, mimi,” he squeezes Jimin's hand in his, “that won't happen. Trust me. Okay? Just let yourself go. Live a little.”
“You are the one to talk?” Jimin snorts, looks at Taehyung, “you and Jungkook look distant too.”
Taehyung looks away, eyes downcast, “he asked, hinted, that maybe we should reconsider the marriage.”
Jimin blinks, “marriage?”
Taehyung nods, “he wanted us to get married again.”
Jimin stops, “well, what?!”
Taehyung huffs out a chuckle, “I said no.”
Jimin pouts, “why?”
Taehyung gives him a look, “I am not sure, okay? I don't want to. Not yet. I am not sure if that's a good idea. Marriage is not a joke. I don't want to go wrong this time.”
Jimin looks over at Jungkook, “did he take it well?”
Taehyung looks at the alpha too, “no, I guess.”
“He never argues,” Taehyung looks away when Jungkook turns towards them, “he just accepts whatever I say and then keeps it all to himself until his breaking point. Then he explodes. That's a problem. I wish he would just say when he wants to disagree.”
Jimin is about to say something when an arm circles around his waist, “hi.”
Jimin startles, looking at the source of the voice with his wide eyes, “hey.”
Yoongi gives him a small smile, “let's go. We will be late.”
Jimin frowns, “where are we going?”
Yoongi shrugs, “come on.”
Jimin looks at Taehyung, hesitating. Taehyung smiles, waves him off.
“Go, we will talk later,” Taehyung pats his back.
Jimin follows Yoongi to his car, “where are we going?”
Yoongi shrugs, “you will see.”
Jimin doesn't argue and gets inside the car. Sitting beside Yoongi.
“Where-” Jimin holds his breath when the car turns towards the same road they once took. His breath hitches when the car crosses the spot where it all went down. Yoongi holds his hand, giving him a small smile. Jimin looks away from the road, closing his eyes...
“It's okay,” Yoongi holds him closer, lips brushing against his ear, “blossom, it's okay. I am here.”
Jimin nods, still hiding his face against Yoongi's neck to inhale the alpha's pheromones. He doesn't say a word throughout the ride until the car stops.
“I promised you a date,” Yoongi's words make Jimin flutter his eyes open, and he is looking outside.
Jimin's eyes brim with tears, he holds the door of the car, “Yoon...”
Yoongi exits the car, rounds it to open the door for him. Jimin sucks in a breath, slowly coming out.
The sound of the tides and the fresh ocean breeze welcome him to the beach. Jimin feels tears brim in his eyes when Yoongi takes a hold of his hand.
“Sorry,” Yoongi murmurs, “it took us too long to reach here.”
Jimin burst out in tears then, “shut up! Shut up!”
Yoongi holds Jimin in his arms, pressing soothing kisses over his cheek and jawline, “I wish I remembered what else I promised. Thank you for telling me we were coming here.”
Jimin looks at the man, sniffling, “you are horrible.”
Yoongi smiles, “come on.”
They walk hand in hand, the sun is setting over the horizon slowly. Jimin holds Yoongi's hand tightly, feeling the tides on his feet. Yoongi watches him while Jimin watches the sea.
“It's so pretty,” Jimin smiles at the sun.
Yoongi hums, eyes fixed on Jimin's face, “yeah.”
Then Yoongi is rounding him, halting Jimin on his path. Jimin looks at the alpha curiously. Their hands locked together.
Yoongi leans in, kisses Jimin right on the mouth. Jimin sucks in a breath, still not used to these kisses. He melts soon, letting the alpha pull him close.
“I love you, Park Min Jimin,” Yoongi whispers, “I love you so much.”
Jimin feels the goosebumps on his skin, a slow smile curving the corners of his lips, “I love you too.”
It's easy. It's so easy to let himself go when Yoongi looks at him like that. So in love. So in awe...
“I see you are the cheesy romantic type,” Jimin giggles when Yoongi takes him to their destination.
Yoongi pulls the chair for him, rolls his eyes, “just accept that you love it.”
Jimin sits down, looks around the tent and looks back at the sea, “I do. Thank you.”
Jimin accepts the drink, non-alcoholic, and the food the waiters serve him. He looks at Yoongi who slowly sips from his glass.
Those eyes are fixed on him. Jimin takes a sip of his mocktail, humming to himself before starting to eat.
The night is quiet around them.
The soft music plays. Jimin holds his breath when Yoongi reaches out, taking a hold of his hand across the table. Jimin looks at the alpha, whose eyes are already on him.
There is a certain intensity that leaves Jimin breathless. He looks down at his food, eating quietly...
“Do you like it?” Yoongi asks, his thumb rubbing over Jimin's knuckles.
Jimin nods, wipes his mouth before looking at Yoongi, “I do. The food is delicious. Drinks too.”
Yoongi nods, “and, this place?”
Jimin looks around, “I love it.”
“And, your alpha?”
Jimin chokes, “huh?”
Yoongi's lips are curved at the corners, a little smirk plastered there, “what about your alpha? Do you like him?”
Jimin rolls his eyes, cheeks flaming red, “he is a confident prick. So, no.”
Yoongi tilts his head, “no?”
Jimin shakes his head, pinching Yoongi's hand, “no."
Yoongi stands up then, coming around the table to hold his hand out, “so, let your alpha appeal to you for a dance, blossom. Maybe you will like him better afterwards.”
Jimin takes the hand willingly, letting Yoongi pull him closer, “I doubt that.”
The song is slow. The beat is soft. Jimin lets his hands rest on Yoongi's shoulders, and Yoongi's hands are on his hips.
They sway side by side. Eyes on each other. Yoongi doesn't look away from Jimin's face, and Jimin just can't match those eyes, no matter how hard he tries.
“Now,” Yoongi steps closer, whispers the words in Jimin's ear, “who can't match whose eyes, blossom?”
Jimin closes his eyes, face hidden against Yoongi's neck, “shut up.”
Yoongi breathes out a chuckle. His arms tighten around Jimin, lips pressing against Jimin's jawline.
Jimin turns his head a little, their lips ghosting over each other. Both of them wait, for the other to take the initiative.
Both of their eyes find each other and Jimin feels how fast his heart beats. He feels how the alpha's grip tightens on him.
Then Yoongi is moving...
“𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦, 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒
𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑚
𝑊𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑡?
'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝐴-𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡…”
Their lips finally meet for a kiss.
Jimin kisses shyly while Yoongi kisses ardently. As if he waited so long. As if he craved Jimin's kisses since forever.
They kiss each other breathless, kiss until they both have to pull away to breathe. Their foreheads joined. Both of their eyelashes soaked in unshed tears.
Jimin looks at the alpha, wiping his eyes. Yoongi tries to smile, taking a hold of Jimin's wrist and kissing him on his palm. Jimin sniffles, pulling Yoongi back in another kiss.
The song slowly moves around them, wrapping them up in a soft and warm cocoon till it ends.
Then Yoongi is taking a hold of his hand and starting to walk. Jimin follows, his eyes stuck on the alpha. Yoongi leads him down the path that's filled with rose petals and lanterns lining the sides.
Jimin watches how the staff bows to Yoongi and him, leading them forward.
Yoongi guides him to a door that leads to the inside of the resort, apparently the alpha booked. Jimin follows Yoongi inside, watching breathless how beautiful the room is.
He can see the sea from here. It's almost on top of the sea. Jimin walks up to the window in awe...
“This is so beautiful!” Jimin whispers, hands on the glass ceiling-to-floor window, “Yoon-”
Yoongi's arms circle his waist, lips pressing against his neck, “you like it?”
Jimin looks over at Yoongi, “yeah. Yeah. I do.”
Yoongi nods, turns Jimin to face him, “good.”
“Let's take a bath,” Yoongi murmurs, hands always playing with the belt of Jimin's pant, “yeah?”
Jimin sucks in a breath, “bath?”
Yoongi points to the side, “yeah. There.”
Jimin looks over at the open bath, “ohhh.”
Yoongi slowly pulls back, “join me, yeah?”
Jimin stares after the alpha. Yoongi takes off his shirt first, dropping it by the bath. Then he unbuckles his belt.
Jimin looks away until he hears the sloshing of the water. When he looks back, Yoongi is inside the bath, pouring himself a glass of champagne. The alpha waits.
Jimin slowly unbuttons his shirt. He ignores how Yoongi watches him, fingers trembling while he goes through each button. Then he shrugs out of the shirt and looks at the alpha.
“Turn away,” he says pointedly.
“What?” Yoongi arches a brow, “I can't see my own husband naked?”
“No!” Jimin makes a face, “either you face outside or I am not getting in.”
Yoongi gives him a long sigh before he turns away to watch the scenery. Jimin slowly gets out of his jeans and pads over to the bath. He dips his foot in the water first and then steps fully in.
Yoongi is bobbing on the water, arms resting at the edge, while he sips his champagne.
“Pour me a glass,” Jimin nudges Yoongi for the champagne.
Their elbows touch, eyes meeting. Yoongi watches him while taking another sip, “right.”
Jimin arches a brow, “what?”
Yoongi takes a long sip of the champagne, reaches for Jimin's neck to pull him closer. Jimin's eyes widen, hands flailing until they find Yoongi's shoulders to hold onto.
Then Yoongi is kissing him, the liquid flowing from his mouth to Jimin's and Jimin whimpers into the kiss...
His hands tighten on Yoongi's shoulder while Yoongi's tongue licks inside his mouth. Jimin pulls back first, panting for breath. His eyes are wide on Yoongi. Yoongi takes him in, his eyes trailing over Jimin before it settles on his face again.
Jimin turns away quickly...
He grips the edge of the bath, eyes screwed shut while he tries to regulate his breathing. It's impossible when the alpha's scent is so thick in the air, pheromones surrounding him like a cloak.
Jimin feels Yoongi crowd him from behind, hands coming to rest on his at the edge.
He feels those warm lips press at the junction of his neck, right where his moon tattoo is. Jimin sucks in a breath, bowing his head when he feels those lips trailing down. He watches Yoongi's hands cover his on the edge of the bath, their fingers tangling together...
Yoongi's lips trail down the tattoos on Jimin's spine and Jimin feels goosebumps slowly making its way down his spine too.
“Yoon,” he bites back the moan that tries to escape his mouth when Yoongi goes underwater, the last kiss right between the dimples of his spine.
Then Yoongi is breaking the surface of the water and pressing himself back up against Jimin's spine. His hands rest on Jimin's hips, face buried in Jimin's neck.
“You smell so good, blossom,” Yoongi purrs, “so, so delicious.”
Jimin tries to even out his breathing, “please.”
“Can you feel me?” Yoongi whispers near his ear, “can you feel how hard you get me?”
Jimin has no idea what he is supposed to say. He is not sure if he can speak at all. He looks at the alpha, his eyes vulnerable. Yoongi stops for a second, eyes taking in Jimin.
“You can say no,” Yoongi nods, encouraging, soothing, “you can always say no. If you don't want this, we can stop,” he squeezes Jimin's hips, “yeah?”
“It's fine,” Jimin shrugs, “you already booked all this and-”
“Hey,” Yoongi chuckles, cups his face, “I can be in you, and if you still say no, we will stop,” he nods, assuring, “if you want to stop, we stop. I don't care what I did or how far we go. Okay? Just voice it and I will stop.”
Jimin stares at the alpha, his eyes glistening...
He shakes his head, turns fully to wrap his arms around Yoongi's neck, “no,” Jimin whispers against Yoongi's lips, “no. I want this. I want you,” his lips press against Yoongi's, “I just… I am not sure what to do. I haven't done this since my heat and even then, I wasn't fully-”
Jimin's face is heating up while he tries to say it, “in my mind to, you know…”
Yoongi's eyes are on him, “I know,” he kisses Jimin again, “and it's okay, yeah?” his lips quirk up teasingly, “not going to lie, that pleases the primal side of me.”
Jimin swats him, “right!”
Yoongi laughs, kissing Jimin again. He holds Jimin in his arms, crowding him up against the wall of the bath.
Jimin lets out a startled breath when Yoongi takes a hold of his waist and pushes him up on the edge of the bath. Water splashes all over the place...
Yoongi lies Jimin down on the wooden floor, hoisting himself up to hover over him.
“Yoon,” Jimin parts his legs, letting Yoongi settle between them, “we'll catch cold.”
Yoongi shrugs, “werewolves, blossom. A little water won't break us.”
Jimin sucks in a breath, nodding.
Jimin closes his eyes when Yoongi's hand wander down his body. Slowly parting his legs to feel between them. Jimin's c0ck twitches over his stomach. The pungent smell of his slick slowly thickening in the air.
“You are wet for me,” Yoongi whispers, fingers probing his entrance.
Jimin bites back a moan when one of those thick fingers slowly enter him, his inner walls gripping the digit. Yoongi leans down to pepper kisses all over Jimin's face while he pushes in another finger.
“Shit, you are so wet, blossom,” Yoongi groans against his mouth.
Jimin throws his head back, gasping for air, when Yoongi pushes in the third finger. His mouth falls open while the alpha's head bows to take one of his nipples into Yoongi's mouth.
Jimin's fingers tighten in Yoongi's hair, a few choked moans leaving his mouth.
Yoongi pumps his fingers inside of him, slowly working him open. Jimin sniffles, his insides churning.
“If you,” Jimin gasps out, “if you think,” his fingers tighten in Yoongi's hair, pulling the alpha's face up to meet those eyes +
“I will have my first time on the floor, you are mistaken,” Jimin whines when those long fingers press against his prostate, “take me to bed, alpha.”
Yoongi watches him for a second before he is surging forward to kiss Jimin breathless, “shit, you are so-” he curses…
“I am so?” Jimin asks, spreading his legs more.
Yoongi pumps his fingers harder, eyes wild on Jimin's face, “so hot. Sexy. Bratty,” he leans to bite on Jimin's lips, sucking the lower one in his mouth, “so perfect.”
Jimin moans, “good. Now take me to bed.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “not before I make you cum. Come on.”
Jimin squeezes his eyes closed, feeling those thick fingers move faster in him. Almost pressing up against his prostate at every try. It doesn't take long for him to reach his orgasm. Yoongi leading him through it.
Then Jimin is falling limp on the wooden floor, his breath caught in his chest. He feels Yoongi pull out of him, reaching for a towel to wipe his hand before the alpha wipes him too.
Then Yoongi is standing up, scooping Jimin up in his arms.
Jimin gasps, “careful! Your leg-”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, carrying Jimin back to the room, “yeah, yeah. Alphas are stronger generally and we heal faster too. Did you forget or what?”
Jimin holds Yoongi by his neck, makes a face, “done bragging?”
Yoongi's lips twitch, “oh, I will just show you.”
He puts Jimin down on the bed, climbing right after him. Jimin scoots up the bed, watching the alpha.
“How do you want this?” Yoongi asks, “there are many positions-”
“What is it, gymnastic?” Jimin deadpans, “is this your dirty talk?”
Yoongi sits on his knees, eyes on Jimin, “I can't-” he combs his hair back, a smile tugging at his lips, “okay, you suck at dirty talk too! I was just asking.”
“I don't know?” Jimin waves him off, “do whatever. I don't know!”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, smiling, “fine, goodness!”
“You suck at dirty talk, if this was that-” Jimin stops when Yoongi kisses him mute.
Yoongi laughs into his mouth, “you are such a brat. Continue and I will take you across my lap.”
Jimin's eyes widen, “that's-” his arms tighten around Yoongi, “not a bad idea.”
“Okay, let's get into kinky stuff next time,” Yoongi waves him off, pulling back to reach for the side table where his wallet is, “this time let's keep it soft.”
Jimin plays with his fingers, a playful smile he tries hard to hide.
“What?” Yoongi rummages through his wallet.
“If you are soft, I don't know how we will do it,” Jimin bites back a laugh when Yoongi pauses and looks up at him with an unamused expression.
“Seriously, go on, and I will be soft forever,” Yoongi pulls out a packet of condom, “go on. You really help a lot, blossom!”
Jimin giggles behind his hands. His eyes following the alpha as Yoongi puts the condom on. Then Yoongi is giving him a bored stare.
Jimin shrieks when Yoongi grabs his ankle and tugs it with force, almost dragging him forward so they are face to face.
Yoongi kisses him again...
Jimin goes silent, feeling how the alpha's scent spreads in the room. He inhales deeply, mewls when he picks up on his scent too.
Slick gushes out of him while Yoongi pushes at his shoulder to make him lie on the bed.
Jimin squirms, “these petals were needed?”
Yoongi shrugs, settling between his legs, “I told them it's like a honeymoon kinda thing, and they arranged the room.”
“You told them we will have sex?!” Jimin lets the alpha arrange him, “even before telling me?! So, those staffs knew and currently know that we are-”
“I am starting to like the idea of a gag,” Yoongi hums to himself, “the more you open your mouth, the more alluring the idea gets. Huh!”
Jimin clamps his mouth shut, “so, tomorrow we will walk out and do the walk of shame. I hate it here-”
Yoongi slowly pushes in him…
Jimin chokes on his words, his hands flying out to grab at Yoongi's shoulders. His eyes are wide on the alpha, and Yoongi looks down at him while he slowly bottoms out. Then Yoongi waits, giving Jimin some time to adjust to him.
Jimin nods, “yeah,” he shudders, “go on.”
Yoongi slowly pulls out, and then he is slamming back in. Jimin curses, throwing his head back while he feels Yoongi fill him up so good. His nails dig into Yoongi's back, breaking the skin there.
Yoongi grunts, lips pressing against Jimin's neck, sucking there...
Yoongi controls the thrusts. Slowly building it up. Jimin holds onto the alpha, kissing him, whispering how good Yoongi makes him feel against the alpha's ear, pulling him down for more kisses.
Yoongi growls into the kisses, speeding up. Their moans and grunts fill the room...
The sound of skin slapping against skin, slick making the thrusts sloppy, the sound of Jimin's cries and Yoongi's grunts fill the room next.
Jimin bites back a whimper, his eyes squeezing shut, while he feels his orgasm building in him. Yoongi kisses him deep…
“Come for me, blossom,” Yoongi whispers against Jimin's neck, “come for me.”
Jimin does. With a sharp cry, he comes between them.
Then Yoongi speeds up, chasing his own release. It's not long before he is releasing too.
Yoongi freezes when his knot swells, slowly locking them in place. He looks down between them. Eyes wide and on Jimin.
Jimin looks blissed out, “what?”
Yoongi frowns, “I-” he gulps, “I wore the condom.”
Jimin blinks, “yeah?”
Yoongi bites on his lip, “I still popped a knot.”
Jimin squirms, “is this the time you worry about that?”
Yoongi shakes his head, “no, but-”
Jimin pulls him down for a kiss, “I am exhausted. Can we fret over your knot tomorrow?”
Yoongi tries to shake his head, “no- blossom. That's not-”
Jimin closes his eyes, sleepy...
Yoongi lets out a deep breath, slowly fixing them so Jimin is on his side, and he is spooning Jimin from behind.
“Just curious,” Jimin whispers over his shoulder, “how long does it take for the knot to go down?”
Yoongi holds Jimin closer, “a few minutes.”
Jimin nods, “okay.”
— End of —
Jimin pants, falling in Yoongi's arms after riding him to orgasm, “okay, that's enough. I can't move anymore.”
Yoongi chuckles, his eyes on the horizon as it fades into a new day, “good morning to you too, blossom.”
“We are not doing this for a month,” Jimin complains...
“Four times in a night should be a record,” Jimin speaks tracing patterns on Yoongi's chest, “you know? I will brag about this to Taehyung!”
Yoongi winches, “seriously could have done without his face popping up in front of my eyes!”
Jimin swats him, “don't think then!”
Yoongi wraps the blanket around them, kissing the top of Jimin's head, “yeah, yeah.”
Jimin is quiet for a second, then he peers up at Yoongi and Yoongi knows the omega wants to ask something.
He waits and Jimin waits too. Yoongi lets out a sigh.
“What is it?”
“Do you think I should have waited before removing the mating mark?” Jimin whispers, burying his face in Yoongi's chest.
Yoongi stills for a second, thinking, “well… no. I think, I think it should be mutual. I think this time I would like to remember it.”
Jimin nods, playing with Yoongi's hand, “okay. Yeah...”
Yoongi looks down at the omega, a small smile on his lips, “we can do that for your next heat, you know?”
Jimin looks up at him, “or, your next rut. Whichever comes first.”
Yoongi nods, “yeah. Don't worry, okay?”
“If you get pregnant, you won't have heat for nine months,” Yoongi whispers, “then, we can do it on my rut.”
Jimin pauses, “and, why am I getting pregnant?”
Yoongi gives him a pointed look, “I told you about the broken condom.”
Jimin sighs, waves him off, “yeah, yeah. Got it.”
“What?” Yoongi pinches Jimin's side, “you sound dismissive.”
“It's just funny that you think you can knock me up in one try!” Jimin giggles, “no disrespect. Just... it's tough.”
Yoongi's lips twitches, “yeah, yeah. I know. Let's pray that I didn't.”
Jimin frowns, “why? You don't want kids?”
Yoongi sighs, “that's not the case, blossom. But, we just started off. Do you think we need kids right now?”
Jimin's lips jut out, “so... how long before you will be ready for kids?”
Yoongi gives him a stare, “a year? Maybe?”
“I want to be mated to you properly by the time we plan pups and all that,” Yoongi pulls Jimin to his chest, snugly pressed against him, “yeah?”
Jimin nods, burying his face against Yoongi's neck, “relax, alpha. We are not pregnant.”
Yoongi hopes they are not.
“Okay, it's nothing,” Jimin wipes his mouth, looks at his pale face in the mirror, “you are just exhausted and it's nothing else. It's nothi-” the nausea hits him again, making him double over the sink to empty his already empty stomach.
His head swirls, making his steps falter.
Jimin wipes his mouth, splashes some water on his face and sits on the toilet seat. His head hurts, he holds it between his hands and lets out a curse.
“Okay, let's do this,” Jimin bites his lower lip, “it's just a test. It's just a test. It's just a test-” he stares at the kit.
“No matter how many times you repeat, it won't change it's a pregnancy test,” Hoseok looks at him from the doorframe, “just go with it, Jiminie.”
Jimin glares at the omega, “what if it comes out positive?!”
Hoseok blinks, “so? You will have a baby. So what?”
Jimin holds his face in his hands, “I am not sure it's the right time!”
Hoseok lets out a breath, “let's not start panicking. Test first. When was the last time you had sex?”
Jimin shrugs, “this morning.”
Hoseok gives him a deadpan look, “be serious!”
Jimin stares, “what? I had sex this morning!”
Hoseok curses, “Jimin! No matter what, you can't get pregnant this morning and have the symptom right after!”
“You asked when I had sex last time!” Jimin gets up, pouting, “I was just answering you!”
Hoseok glares, “just do it!”
“Okay, get out,” Jimin pushes Hoseok out of the washroom, “I am not peeing in front of you!”
Hoseok makes a face, standing right outside, “yeah, but you can vomit right on me!”
Jimin slams the door on Hoseok's face, “we were dancing!”
Hoseok chuckles, “fine, fine.”
After ten minutes, they both stare at the result.
“Go and buy me a few more kits,” Jimin murmurs, eyes stuck on the two lines.
“This one's faulty?” Hoseok hovers over his shoulder, “looks fine to me.”
“It says I am pregnant,” Jimin whispers back.
“Yeah, and?” Hoseok frowns.
“Get me one that says I am not pregnant,” Jimin elbows Hoseok, “go on!”
Hoseok blinks, “that's not how these kits work!”
Jimin glares at him, “I can't be pregnant! That's impossible!”
Hoseok stares at him, slowly his eyes widening, “Yoongi is impotent?”
Jimin blinks, “no!”
“Then why can't you be pregnant?!” Hoseok throws his hands up, “I am not getting it!”
Jimin glares, “because we always used protection?!”
“Are you sure?” Hoseok presses, “think about it!”
Jimin furrows his brows, “I think?”
Hoseok stares, “what do you mean you think?!”
“We had sex too many times to keep count, but I think we used protection every time?” Jimin shakes his head, “this doesn't make sense!”
“I will get a few more kits, but I think you are pregnant!” Hoseok walks out of the washroom, “wait here. I will be back soon.”
Ten kits stare back at them.
Hoseok leans on the counter, eyes flickering from the kits to Jimin who is staring down at the kits too.
“So... you are pregnant,” Hoseok murmurs, “all these kits are positive.”
Jimin blinks, “it's not possible!”
“Are you impotent?!” Hoseok sighs.
“No!” Jimin curses, “can you not? That's not the case!”
“Then what is the problem?!” Hosoek throws his hands up, “I am not seeing a problem. We should be hugging and laughing and calling our friends to tell them this now. Instead, you look paler than a ghost!”
“He doesn't want kids,” Jimin whispers, grips the edge of the counter, “he doesn't one pups right now.”
Hoseok blinks, “who, Yoongi?”
Jimin nods, eyes squeezing closed, “shit, I should have gotten on the pills. I thought it's not important. Shit! Now what do I do?! Fcuk!”
“Well, let's not freak out, yeah?” Hoseok rubs Jimin's back, “how about you sit down and try to relax?”
“Shit, what if he doesn't want the kid?” Jimin sniffles, “oh, God, hyung! What if he agrees to keep it because of his responsibility-”
“Stop it,” Hoseok sighs, “calm down.”
Jimin stumbles, lets Hoseok lead him out of the bathroom to the bed, where he sits.
“Okay, tell me, be honest, do you want the kid?” Hoseok sits beside Jimin, “then who cares what he wants, you keep it.”
Jimin bites his lower lip, “I... I don't know?”
Hoseok frowns, “what do you mean?”
Jimin leans on his knees, holding his face between his palms, “I don't want to burden him, but I don't want to give up the baby either. I don't know.”
“Okay, let's not decide for him,” Hoseok waves him off, “you need to tell him first.”
“Tell him and see how he reacts, okay?” Hoseok rubs Jimin's back, “it will be fine, yeah? Jiminie, it will be okay.”
Jimin gulps, “yeah. Yeah, okay.”
He doesn't tell Yoongi. Not when the alpha comes home. Not when they go to bed.
Not for the next one month.
@/shnarts_ thank you so much for this beautiful art! You have no idea how much I loved this. Any art made on my story always makes me feel so special, and this one is so gorgeous. I frankly have no words! Thank you so much, angel. I love you!
(I reposted with her permission)
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, crowding Jimin up against the closet in their bedroom, “blossom, you are worrying me. Is everything alright?”
Jimin shakes his head, “yeah, yeah. I am fine. Trust me.”
Yoongi stares at him, “you smell different, blossom. You know?”
Jimin chuckles, nervously pulling at a shirt before he looks over his shoulder at the alpha, “I am good, Yoon. Don't worry.”
Yoongi's arms slowly wrap around him, “blossom, you can tell me. Whatever it is, I should know, don't you think?”
Jimin shakes his head, “nothing, Yoon.”
Yoongi leans in to kiss Jimin on the lips, “fine, then,” he trails kisses down Jimin's throat, unbuttoning the shirt Jimin is wearing, “let's go to bed. We won the case. Let's celebrate. Yeah?”
Jimin closes his eyes when his alpha's hands slowly travel down to hold his hips...
Jimin shakes his head, turning away, “no, Yoon. I am tired as hell. Let's go to bed. Please.”
Yoongi watches the omega almost run to the bathroom with his clothes. He lets out a breath, frown deep.
When Jimin doesn't come out in a few minutes, Yoongi goes to bed.
It's the next morning. Jimin is fast asleep beside him. Yoongi gets up and goes to the closet to get some clothes for his jogging. He opens the drawer where his clothes are and frowns when he sees Jimin's drawer open a little, something preventing it from closing.
He opens the drawer to see the mess Jimin has made of the undergarments he keeps there. With a small chuckle, Yoongi starts to arrange them one by one. He eyes a few, thinks how Jimin might look in them, and carefully folds them into the drawer.
Then he sees it. An envelope.
It has a red cross over it. The hospital's name in a bold font across the white folds. Yoongi takes it, frowns and looks over at where Jimin is sleeping. He holds his breath while he opens the envelope to pull out the papers inside. He opens them to read.
Yoongi freezes. His eyes scanning the paper to see Jimin's name on the 'patient's name' block. He grips the papers in his hands, skimming through the lines to read everything written there.
Yoongi's eyes focus on Jimin's signature at the last page. Neat and confident.
Yoongi is not sure how long he stands there, his eyes zeroed on the papers. He is not sure how he misses the omega getting up and slowly making his way towards him.
He doesn't move when with a shocked gasp Jimin snatches the papers from his hands.
“Why are you looking here?!”
Yoongi stares ahead of him. At the drawer, his eyes stuck there.
“Why are you going through my drawer?” Jimin's voice trembles, “it's mine for a reason. You can't just-”
“Did you go through with it?” Yoongi asks, each word cuts the tension between them, “are you done?”
Jimin falters, “I-” he grips the papers closer to his chest, “listen, you said you don't want kids now-”
Yoongi looks at him, those eyes are bloodshot red, “did you abort the pup, Jimin?”
Jimin shivers, “Yoon…”
Yoongi turns to face him fully, “did you do it?”
“I signed up for it,” Jimin whispers, looking anywhere but at Yoongi.
Yoongi stares at him, “they didn't ask you for the alpha's sign? You are married.”
Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, staying silent.
Yoongi snatches the papers from him, looking for the other signature.
“Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi reads, anger slowly igniting in his system, “you,” he looks over at Jimin, “you registered him as your husband?!” his voice rises, “you realize when they do the document check, they will figure it out?! Forget that, Jimin, why did you do this?!”
“That's my baby!” Yoongi screams, making Jimin almost jump, “you don't go around me to abort them when you don't even tell me! What's wrong with you?!”
“You kept saying you don't want a kid!” Jimin tries to reach for Yoongi, “you always mention that. You kept telling me-”
Jimin grips the hem of Yoongi's shirt, his voice shaky, “you kept saying how big of a deal it would be for you and how you are not sure if you want that this soon. I got scared, okay?! I thought you will feel obligated, and I didn't want to put that pressure on you in this stat-”
“Stop thinking my parts for me!” Yoongi shouts, throws the papers on the floor, “do you hear yourself?! That's my baby! How dare you put Namjoon's name in that damn document?! How dare you decide for the both of us?! It's mine too! That's my baby too, Jimin!”
Yoongi stumbles, rounds Jimin, “I can't even look at you right now! God, you,” his face crumbles, “you are- you-” he shakes his head.
Jimin takes a hold of Yoongi's wrist, “Yoon, listen to me-”
“No, you should make Namjoon listen to you,” Yoongi jerks his hand free, “yeah?”
“Make him listen to your trouble because apparently, he is more trustworthy to you than your own alpha!” Yoongi thunders, “made it look like it's his baby, make him listen to you. F'ck you! F'ck you!”
Jimin shakes his head, “Yoon, please. Listen to me-”
Yoongi storms out.
It's late night. Jimin comes back after helping Taehyung move out. He finds himself alone in the house when he walks in. Yoongi nowhere to be found.
With a resigned sigh, Jimin goes to sit by the balcony. The swing there, newly installed, moves while he sits on it.
It's almost an hour or so later when the main door opens. Jimin sits on the swing, body going taut. He holds his breath when he hears the alpha lock the door and slowly drag himself towards the stairs to their master bedroom.
Jimin stays where he is.
A few minutes later, Yoongi comes to the balcony. He doesn't sit beside Jimin like he always does. Instead, he stands in front of the swing, his eyes on Jimin.
Jimin is too scared to match those eyes.
“I punched Namjoon,” Yoongi whispers, “for the first time in my life.”
Jimin sucks in a breath and looks up at the alpha. Yoongi is looking down at him.
“What?!” Jimin feels nauseous.
Yoongi hums, looks away, “I am not the violent type. But, the thought that he went behind my back like that…then he was defending you and this decision. I lost it.”
Yoongi shrugs, “Jungkook had to struggle to pull me away from him otherwise,” Yoongi lets out a long breath, “alpha instinct, I guess. He came off as a threat to my pup.”
Jimin shakes his head, “he was just trying to help. He-”
Yoongi's eyes shift to Jimin, silencing him.
Yoongi then lets out a long breath and reaches out to hold Jimin by his arms, “tell me,” his voice breaks, tears brimming in his eyes, “tell me you didn't do it,” he shakes Jimin, “tell me you actually didn't do it. Tell me the baby is fine.”
Jimin's vision blurs too, “Yoon-”
Jimin shakes his head, voice coming out in a whimper, “they are fine. I couldn't do it. Not without telling you. I chickened out at the last moment. I was going to tell you, but I got so scared, and I kept thinking-”
“They?” Yoongi's voice comes out winded, eyes a little wide.
Jimin takes his phone from the swing and holds it out for Yoongi after opening a photo. The sonogram stares back at Yoongi as he takes it.
Jimin grips the sleeves of his shirt, “we are,” his voice breaks around the edges, “we are having triplets.”
Yoongi chokes on a sob, “oh!”
Yoongi looks down at the picture, his eyes trailing over the three dots. He traces the dots with his fingers, his eyes going from the photo to Jimin and back to the photo.
“The doctor said they are healthy,” Jimin bites his lower lip, “doing good.”
“I can't believe you took the chance from me to be there for our first sonogram,” Yoongi whispers, tears rolling out of his eyes, “I can't believe Namjoon got to be there. I want to kill him.”
“He is important now?” Jimin murmurs.
“Oh, I am mad at you too,” Yoongi whispers...
“But then,” Yoongi reaches to circle his arm around Jimin's waist, “you are carrying three of my pups and already going to suffer enough.”
Jimin glares, “is this what making the pregnancy enhancing to you?!”
Yoongi shrugs, “let me be a little rude. You hid this from me!”
Yoongi then slowly reaches for Jimin's flat stomach, hesitates and looks at Jimin, “may I touch?”
Jimin's eyes brim with fresh tears, “yes,” he breathes out, begs almost, “please.”
Yoongi slowly places his hand over Jimin's abdomen, sucks in a breath, “oh, lord...”
Yoongi drops on his knees, lips pressing against Jimin's stomach, “hello, babies,” he murmurs, lips slowly moving over Jimin's abdomen, “I am your appa,” he whispers.
Jimin chokes on a sob, his hands slowly coming to rest on Yoongi's hair, caressing his face.
“I am sorry for greeting you all late,” he presses soft kisses over Jimin's abdomen, “your pa didn't tell me about you until now. We will be mad at him for a long time, yeah?”
Jimin lets his nails scrape Yoongi's scalp, “he is sorry, he swears.”
Yoongi looks at Jimin, then back at his stomach, “I didn't want you to come so early. Your appa thought he wasn't ready but trust me, I would never turn my back on you or your siblings, when they come. I promise, I will try to be the best father you have. I swear on it.”
Jimin shakes his head, “no siblings! We are not having more than three kids!”
Yoongi slowly gets up, pulls Jimin flush against him, “we will think about it later,” his voice turns cold, hands tightening on Jimin's hips, “now, we need to talk about your communication issue!”
Jimin lets Yoongi sit on the swing and pull him down to straddle the alpha. Jimin looks at Yoongi with wide eyes.
Yoongi looks up at him, hands squeezing Jimin's sides, “my memories are coming back in bits and pieces, blossom. You know that, right?”
Jimin nods, gulps, “I-yeah.”
Yoongi glares at the omega, “whatever I seem to remember, there's always something common, and that's you hiding stuff from me. That's not going to cut it, blossom,” he slaps Jimin's ass, “you have to learn to talk your fears out with me. Okay? You can't shut me off like that!”
Yoongi lets his hands squeeze Jimin's cheeks, pulling Jimin flush against him, “whatever it is, whatever you are feeling, let me know. Don't think how I will react. Don't think how others will take it. Or how you think I will take it, just tell me. Please try to, okay?”
Jimin nods, his arms slowly circling around Yoongi's neck, “yes, husband,” he leans to press his lips against Yoongi's ear, “let's start communicating now, shall we?”
Yoongi nods, feels Jimin's hot breath against his neck, “what do you want, blossom?”
Jimin bites down on Yoongi's earlobe, “the doctor said it's perfectly fine to have sex during the pregnancy.”
Yoongi's hands tighten around Jimin, “you asked?”
Jimin hums, “yeah. So... can we?”
Yoongi looks at him, “that doctor thought Joon is your alpha!”
Jimin huffs, “then what do you want? Me to go and ask him?!”
Yoongi's eyes shift to golden, “don't even try to go there, blossom, for your own good.”
Jimin shivers, goosebumps breaking on his skin, “then, come on, alpha. We haven't done it for a month almost. Please?”
When Yoongi just glares at him, Jimin takes Yoongi's hand and presses it against his stomach.
“I am carrying your pups,” he hisses against Yoongi's lips, “what more assurance do you need to know I am yours?!”
Yoongi gets up then, holding Jimin by his ass, “is that so?”
Yoongi slowly carries Jimin inside the house, “then let me show you how angry you got me, blossom. Let me remind you that what you did wrong. Yeah?”
Jimin ruts against Yoongi, kissing him breathless, “yeah, okay. Okay.”
Yoongi closes the bedroom door behind them...
“I want to have some chicken nuggets.”
Yoongi stares at the omega and back at the clock. It's past two at night. He slowly sits up, looks at the omega, who is already pouting at him.
“Blossom, it's past two,” he rubs his eyes, sleepy, “can't we go tomorrow morning?”
Jimin is three months pregnant now. His belly slowly filling up. Yoongi looks at the omega and notices how restless Jimin looks.
“I can go on my own,” Jimin murmurs, petulant, “the driver will get me there,” he looks away, “you just told me to ask you first.”
Yoongi lets out a breath, a slow smile spreads on his lips, “fine,” he swings his legs off the bed, “anything else, my lord?”
Jimin's lips twitch around a smile, “and some ice-cream?”
Yoongi nods, bows dramatically, “anything my blossom wants. I will be right back. Yeah?”
Jimin gets up too, “I am coming with you. I want to go out too. Please?”
Yoongi hesitates until Jimin is jutting his lips out. Something he learnt works every time on the alpha.
Yoongi nods, “fine,” he wraps a jumper around Jimin's frame, “but, wrap yourself up nicely.”
“Oh, I want another thing too,” Jimin says while they make their way out of the house.
Yoongi stops, “yes? What is it?”
Jimin reaches, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's neck, “a kiss?”
Yoongi stares at him for a second before he kisses Jimin right on his mouth, “yes, sir!”
The hoodie makes him sweat, but he is not comfortable wearing anything else. The yoga pants are scratchy against his skin too, he rubs his belly one more time before looking over at Yoongi who is smiling at something his secretary said. Both of them too busy working.
Jimin watches how the secretary looks at Yoongi. All wonder and starry eyes. His lips part to let his tongue wet his lower lip. Jimin's eyes skim over the tight jeans the man wore, the shirt is too flimsy for coming to the boss' house.
He keeps touching Yoongi while talking.
He is beautiful if Jimin can say so. Loud pink hair, glasses of a nerd that might be sexy to some, those full lips always so plump. That figure… Jimin tries hard not to compare but so shaped and curvy.
Unlike Jimin, who is getting heavier day by day. Stretch marks all over him.
God, Jimin looks down at his feet and curses, even his toes are getting swollen. He watches how Yoongi stares at the secretary, Jeong, and listens to everything he has to say.
Jimin grips the side of the couch to get up. He already feels exhausted. He pulls himself up to leave.
He feels nauseous time to time. The heaviness makes his back hurt almost all the time. Jimin takes a hold of his stomach and tries to leave as silently as he can.
“Shit, are you alright?” Yoongi whispers, already behind him, “you want me to carry you-”
“No!” Jimin hisses.
“I will be fine,” he waves Yoongi off, “just get him out of here soon. You two's voices irk me,” he hates how he comes off nowadays.
A little distant, a lot snappy. Yoongi never utters a word, but it hurts him and Jimin knows, but he can't help it.
“Blossom,” Yoongi sighs...
“You know he is here because I am not going to the office, right?” Yoongi tries, follows Jimin with his arms outstretched around Jimin just to make sure, “he just came here to drop by some files.”
Jimin stops, looks over his shoulder at Yoongi, “is that a bother?”
“Uh?” Yoongi arches a brow, “what?”
Jimin gestures vaguely, “you not going to the office, is that a bother for the two of you? Then, please, by all means, go. Don't stop on my account. I can manage on my own. I understand how important working with him might be.”
Jimin gets inside the bedroom. He goes over to sit on the bed, feeling drained. Frustration prickle his eyes, making him grip the edge of the bed.
“Close the door,” Jimin tells Yoongi who stands by the door, “when you leave.”
He grunts, drags himself up on the bed.
Yoongi walks in instead, much to Jimin's misery.
“Do you need me to do something, blossom?” Yoongi asks, reaches out to touch Jimin, and Jimin swats him away.
“Don't touch me!” Jimin hisses, “you have done that enough! Now leave and let me rest! I am sick and tired of you!”
Yoongi stops himself, “you want me out of the house?”
Jimin is not sure what he wants. He just wants to feel like himself again, wants to feel comfortable in his skin again. He shrugs.
“Do whatever, just leave me alone here.”
Yoongi watches him for a few seconds, then leaves.
“It's hard for him now,” Hoseok sits curled up on the couch, a mug of steaming coffee in his hands, “his body is changing, his hormones are acting up, he is going through so much, Yoongi. He feels insecure.”
“Of what?” Yoongi frowns, “he has nothing to be insecure about!”
“His changing body?” Jin shrugs, sits behind Hoseok, “his inability to do something as comfortably as he used to? He is probably seeing himself and your secretary and comparing how gorgeous the secretary looks-”
“Jeong is nowhere near as pretty as him,” Yoongi frowns, “what?”
“Then tell him that,” Hoseok reaches to flick Yoongi on the forehead, “you stupid alpha. Tell him that every day. Every hour. Tell him how beautiful you find him. Tell him how he makes you feel. Tell him he is-”
“Prettier, if that's possible,” Yoongi looks down at his coffee.
“Treat him to dates,” Jin makes a thoughtful face, “treat him to whatever he wants to eat or watch. Don't make a face, I know you don't, just saying. Take him-”
“He can't move from one room to the other without feeling nauseous,” Yoongi gives Jin a look, “take him out? Really?”
“Arrange those at home,” Jungkook drops on the couch next to Yoongi, “dates don't have to be at an extravagant place. Arrange something at home for him.”
Yoongi stares at Jungkook and back at the others, “this kid is giving me advice now!”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Yeah, and?”
“I had a kid before you did,” Jungkook elbows Yoongi in the stomach, takes the cookie Namjoon holds out for him, “I am already ahead in this race!”
“You only have one kid,” Yoongi counters back, “I already got three,” he dodges the kick Hoseok aims at him, “what? I am winning!”
Namjoon swats Yoongi on his back, “not a competition!”
“Also, I will have longer time to have more kids, you are already old,” Jungkook squints at him, “you just watch!”
“Yeah, okay, keep telling yourself that!” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “we will see. I am already ahead!”
“Yeah, him and Daejung both are younger than us,” Namjoon snorts, “they have more chances of pups than we do, hyung.”
The room goes quiet and Yoongi's smile slowly dims. The playfulness leaves him to leave behind a sense of ache for the younger who Yoongi sees as his brother.
Yoongi looks over to see Jungkook looking down at his coffee, jaw tight. He places a hand over Jungkook's knee and squeezes.
Jungkook looks up at him, those eyes are somewhat glossy. He breathes out a chuckle, looks away from Yoongi.
“No, I am fine with just Sarangie.”
Yoongi smiles, “she is enough. For now.”
Jin nods too, glares at Namjoon and looks back at Jungkook, “yep! She is more than enough.”
Jungkook traces the edge of the mug, “I always wanted four kids, you know? Now... I think one is fine.”
Yoongi's heart aches, “yeah...”
“If it's not with the right person, it's not worth it,” Yoongi whispers, nods when Jungkook's eyes flicker over to him.
Jungkook gives him a small smile, “I might never have another kid then, hyung. You already won the competition.”
Yoongi watches Jungkook get up to leave.
“You had to bring Daejung in this!” Hoseok swats at Namjoon, “what's wrong with you?!”
“I was just trying to ease him into the thought of a future with him!” Namjoon holds his hands up, “I can't see him and Tae go back and forth for both of them to hurt so much!”
Yoongi gets up too, “you can't ease into the thought of another person when you are still in love with someone else,” he gives Namjoon a look, “let him ease himself into whatever he thinks is fine. Yeah? Leave him to it. Anyway, I will go too. Jimin must be waiting.”
Jimin sits in the bathtub, the slow music plays in the room and the darkness makes him feel invisible, out of public eyes. It feels good. Jimin sips the apple juice, hums to himself while he leans back against the marble to watch the moon through the window right beside the tub.
Jimin traces patterns on the glass, smiles when he feels his muscles slowly relaxing. He rubs his hand over his swollen tummy and sighs to himself.
The sound of the bedroom door opening makes him flinch and sit up in the bath. Yoongi's voice carries over to him next.
Jimin curses, tries to hide himself by turning away from the bathroom door when it opens. Yoongi turns on the lights.
“Shit, don't!” Jimin hisses, “turn the damn lights off!”
Yoongi does as told, “you are having a bath?”
“Yeah, now get out,” Jimin tries to pull his legs up.
Jimin doesn't want Yoongi to see him like this. So heavy, so pale and stretch marks all over him. So chubby. He feels frustration build in him when the alpha walks in, slowly comes over to the bathtub.
Jimin looks up at the man over his shoulder to see Yoongi.
Yoongi is still in his office clothes. The black shirt is crinkled, the sleeves folded till the elbows. The tie is hanging from his neck loosely, the buttons of the shirt open till his midriff. He lost the jacket on his way here.
Yoongi kneels by the tub. Jimin glares.
“I don't get a kiss?” Yoongi murmurs.
“Your secretary isn't giving you that?” Jimin bites his tongue after saying that.
Yoongi chuckles, reaches to take a hold of Jimin's face, “didn't ask him. Don't want him.”
He slowly pulls Jimin to him, their lips inches away...
“It has been ages since you last let me be near you,” Yoongi murmurs against Jimin's lips, “I can't respect your boundaries anymore, blossom. Forgive me.”
He kisses Jimin, holds him in place and kisses him right on the mouth. Jimin whimpers into it, grasping at Yoongi's shirt.
Jimin wrenches his face away from the alpha's and wipes his lips. He heaves for air, looks anywhere but at the alpha.
“You have done what you wanted, now go,” Jimin murmurs, protectively hugging himself, “leave me alone.”
“No,” Yoongi answers right away, “I am not leaving.”
Jimin looks over at him, “why not? What else do you want, and what can I possibly give you?”
“Do you regret the babies?” Yoongi murmurs, ignores how by leaning over the bathtub, he is letting his shirt soak up the water, “blossom?”
Jimin's eyes are wide, glossy, “no. No!”
“Do you regret they are mine?” Yoongi leans closer, eyes holding Jimin captive, “is that it?”
Jimin shakes his head, looks away, “I don't.”
“Then walk me through it, blossom. What's wrong?” Yoongi tries to make Jimin look at him, “what's wrong? Am I doing something wrong?”
“I get you whatever you want, I go to bring you whatever you need, no matter what time it is, and I don't want to count those as something you need to be grateful about. No. But, I am just saying, if I still need to do more, tell me. If you still need something more-”
“In this chaos of me needing things from you, you stopped 'needing' me,” Jimin whispers, looks down at the water, “you don't need me anymore. Haven't wanted me in months. Am I,” his voice wavers, “do I look that heinous to you now?”
For a minute, Yoongi stops.
“What?” he whispers, “what did you say?”
Jimin shrugs, looks out at the moon, “you just do whatever I ask of you and that's all. You just... you stopped caring.”
Yoongi sits up on his knees, “I stopped caring?! What the-” he holds in a breath, “what are you saying? That's not-”
“You did,” Jimin frowns, doesn't turn to match those eyes that bore on his face, “when was the last time you hugged me while we slept? When was the last time you looked at me like I was,” he shrugs, “well, I don't blame you. I am not desirable any more. I know.”
“I don't hug you because you said that makes you feel suffocated,” Yoongi forces himself to calm down, “you told me to not look at you when you change, and you barely let me be anywhere near you throughout the day. Hell, you stopped taking off clothes in front of me.”
“You won't let me massage your feet or stomach like the doctor said,” Yoongi grits out, “I want to throttle that servant of yours who does that for you! Do you know how hard it is for me to know he gets to touch you, see you like that when I am not allowed to?!”
“He is not a servant,” Jimin frowns, looks at Yoongi, “he works for me as a masseuse!”
“And, he is just my secretary,” Yoongi arches a brow, “works for me as one.”
Jimin glares, “he touches you like you belong to him!”
Yoongi glares back, “so does that boytoy of yours!”
Jimin grips the edge of the bathtub, “he has a mate!”
“You have a husband and carrying his kids!” Yoongi reaches to grasp Jimin by his neck to pull him closer, “I have a husband who is carrying my pups! I don't look at anyone else when all I can think about is him!”
“And, if you are talking about why I didn't want you in the past few months, it's because you won't let me touch you, Jimin!” Yoongi hisses, “it's you who don't want that. You have no idea how much I want you. Damn, you have no idea how much I want you right now!”
“You look so fucking delicious to me right now,” Yoongi leans to press his lips against Jimin's neck, tongue flat over the pulse, “so plump and pretty. Only for me. Because of me. You have no idea how much I want you. But you are six months pregnant! I don't want to jostle you!”
Jimin bites back a whimper, stays quiet when the alpha starts nipping his throat. He watches how Yoongi unbuttons his shirt with one hand, swiftly shrugging out of that. He gets the tie off him, throws it over his shoulder.
Jimin lets Yoongi undress before the alpha sinks into the bathtub behind him. Yoongi pulls Jimin flushed against his chest. Jimin holds still, watches how the alpha's arms sneak around him to spread over his belly. So possessive in their hold on him.
“Mine,” Yoongi whispers against his ear, “my omega. Carrying my pups. The prettiest omega I know.”
Jimin's eyes flutter closed when Yoongi trails kisses down his shoulder. He arches his neck, looks sideways to let the alpha carry on.
“You want to?” Yoongi asks, “blossom?”
Jimin looks over his shoulder, “you sure?”
Yoongi chuckles, “that if I want you or not? Yeah. I do.”
Jimin looks away, “you don't have to force yourself-”
“Everyday I set my alarm a little earlier than necessary,” Yoongi whispers, “so that I can wake up a little early and...”
“Hold you to me,” Yoongi presses his lips against Jimin's neck, “because that's the only time you let me near you. When you are sleeping. I hold you close and watch how beautiful you look while you sleep so peacefully. Then I get up to make you some juice in bed.”
“I make sure your clothes are warm and there's no scent on them because you got so sensitive to any type of smell. I make sure to tell the cook to make you something with less spice. Then I get back to the bedroom and you are up by then, you look so comfortable at that moment...”
“Drinking the juice while the duvets pool around you,” Yoongi nuzzles closer to Jimin, “eyes blinking back sleep. God, how many days... how many days I wanted to go up to you and pull you in a kiss, but I know you won't want that. So, I kept my distance. I held myself back.”
“I would come back from the office to see you getting massages from that guy,” Yoongi's arms tighten around Jimin, “so many days I wanted to snap at him to leave. So many days I thought of asking you if I can do that instead-”
“My tummy,” Jimin whispers, “it's... ugly.”
“There are too many stretch marks,” Jimin feels his eyes pool with tears, “there are too many blemishes,” he wipes his eyes, “I can't look at myself properly in the mirror, how can you-”
“Those stretch marks are normal,” Yoongi whispers, “they show how your body is changing.”
“You are carrying the weight of three babies all the time,” Yoongi speaks in awe, “you are so strong, and you have no idea how you make me feel whenever I look at you. If you want, I will show you how beautiful you are. Yeah?”
Jimin looks over his shoulder at Yoongi, “I am?”
“You are,” Yoongi nods, “come on.”
Jimin lets Yoongi pull him out of the bathtub, sit him down on the sink counter. Yoongi takes a towel, wipes Jimin down till his feet before he picks up the T-shirt Jimin kept for himself after the bath. He helps Jimin into it.
Yoongi goes to dress himself and Jimin wears the shorts he kept there too. Yoongi comes back in his grey t-shirt and joggers. He opens his arms, Jimin eyes him and quirks a brow.
“I'll carry you back to the bed,” Yoongi gives him a gummy smile, “come on.”
“Don't,” Jimin warns.
Jimin lets out a gasp when Yoongi picks him up, “you will drop me or break your own back,” he grabs the alpha by his neck, “yoon! Stop!”
Yoongi carries Jimin back to the bedroom, rolls his eyes, “I am strong, for god's sake!”
He slowly sits Jimin down on the bed.
Yoongi is about to speak when they hear the knock on the bedroom door.
“Sir?” the guy speaks, “are you done? Shall I come in?”
Yoongi looks at the door and back at Jimin.
Jimin shrugs, “he massages me. You know!”
Yoongi glares, “not anymore.”
He goes over to the door.
“I will do it,” Yoongi speaks, “you can go to sleep.”
The guy blinks at him, “are you sure? I mean-”
“Yes,” Yoongi lets the word rumble out of him, “I am sure that I can give my omega a massage he needs. Go.”
The guy nods, scurry away. Jimin rolls his eyes.
“You are so-”
Yoongi ignores Jimin's words and waves his hand. Jimin leans on the bedrest, lets Yoongi help him with a few pillows behind his back.
“I have read about this too,” Yoongi lets him know, “never massage a pregnant omega on their back or front. This is fine.”
Jimin's lips twitch.
Yoongi goes over to pick up the bottle of oil, “I have read that the best oil is lavender, mixed with coconut.”
Jimin nods, “that's exactly what you are holding right now.”
Yoongi nods, “good! That guy is not robbing me off my money and my place for nothing then.”
Jimin bites back a laugh. He watches Yoongi come up to sit in the bed. Their eyes match and Yoongi gives him a silent nod.
Jimin lets out a shaky breath, slowly tugs his shirt up to reveal his stomach. Yoongi's eyes flicker down, and Jimin holds his breath.
Yoongi reaches out…
He traces the lines with his fingertips. Jimin lets out a breath, eyes stuck on Yoongi's face. Yoongi looks fascinated, his eyes trailing over the finger he uses. The alpha leans in, Jimin watches, feels, how Yoongi kisses his stomach, preps kisses all over it.
Jimin holds back a sob when Yoongi looks up at him, “I don't know what you are talking about, these marks make you prettier to me.”
Jimin sniffles, bites back a whimper when Yoongi noses his stomach, rubs his cheek against it. Jimin reaches out tentatively to hold Yoongi's hair.
He combs his fingers through Yoongi's long hair, scratches his nails on the scalp. Yoongi hums, buries his face against Jimin's stomach, kisses him over and over again.
“I love you,” Yoongi whispers, buries those words against Jimin's stomach, “and, I love our babies.”
Jimin holds back a sob when Yoongi nuzzles him there. Then the alpha slowly sits up to pour a little oil onto his palm. He rubs his palms together and then Yoongi is slowly rubbing the oil down on Jimin's stomach. Jimin lets out a slow moan, closing his eyes.
Yoongi watches him.
As Yoongi's fingers work over Jimin's stomach, Jimin finds himself relaxing.
“You are so beautiful!” Yoongi whispers, “so, so pretty.”
Jimin's eyes flutter, he looks at the alpha, “I am?”
Yoongi nods, rubbing the oil all over Jimin's stomach, “so much. So much, blossom.”
Jimin absorbs those words. Silently watches Yoongi massage him down till his toes. He lets Yoongi knead his feet, the pads of his feet. Yoongi works slowly, makes sure Jimin feels his muscles relaxing.
By the time he is done, Jimin is almost sleepy.
Yoongi places the oil beside their bed and comes up to pull Jimin in his arm.
“Was I good?” he asks, lips pressing against Jimin's temple.
“Yes,” Jimin hums, snuggles closer to the alpha, “you were so good.”
“Nice,” Yoongi holds Jimin to him, “good night, blossom.”
“You don't want anything for it?” Jimin asks, voice suggestive.
Yoongi chuckles, “not tonight. Sleep. We can do it tomorrow morning.”
“Are you sure?” Jimin arches a brow, “I can blow you.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi curses, “tomorrow. I want to have you. Tomorrow.”
Jimin blushes, “fine.”
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Yoongi watches how Jimin thrashes on the hospital bed. He grasps Jimin's hand, feels the pain in his bones the more he watches the omega.
“Just a little more, blossom,” Yoongi murmurs the same words helplessly, “it will be fine.”
Jimin nods, face bright red, “it hurts, Yoon!”
“It will be fine,” Yoongi rushes with the doctors to the OT, but they stop him, shakes their head, “but,” Yoongi begs, “but, I am his alpha! I can stay-”
“No,” the doctor shakes his head, “his condition is too critical for that, Mr. Min. He might get infected. You stay here.”
tw// Implied death in childbirth, mention of blood,
Almost thirty minutes later, the doctor comes out to talk to Yoongi.
“The patient has high-blood pressure as of now,” the doctor murmurs, “also, the bleeding is excessive. We have only got one baby out. I am not sure if he will survive the other two.”
“We will try our best,” the doctor squeezes Yoongi's bicep, “but, you have to sign a bond. Choose whose life we should prioritize.”
“𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛, 𝑖𝑡 𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠!” Yoongi feels the pain surge in his chest.
That cannot be Jimin's last words to him.
“Jimin,” Yoongi grips the doctor's hand, “get my mate safely out of there,” his voice cracks, “I can't do this without him. I can't do this!”
The doctor pauses, “I see.”
Yoongi nods, wipes his eyes hurriedly, “do anything, but bring him back to me,” he feels his heart crack.
“Please follow me, sir,” the doctor, Mr. Lee, requests and Yoongi does. He follows the doctor lifelessly to his cabin.
The doctor sits him down, lets out a rugged breath and looks at him.
“Sir, the patient is bleeding excessively,” he starts, “I am afraid, it's out of control.”
“We couldn't do C-section because of his high BP,” the doctor pulls a drawer open, the sound too eerie in that quiet room, “he is weak because of the days' long contractions. He fell unconscious too. We are trying,” he holds out a paper for Yoongi, “but, you have to sign this.”
Yoongi lets the paper fall in front of him, his eyes traces the lines. Those lines don't register with him.
His mind takes him back to another time.
He was just like this. Sitting in a chair, in front of another man. Mister Park. Asking him to sign the NDA…
The memories surface time to time. He absorbs them and talks to his doctor about them.
Tonight it's the memory of the first contract he signed for Jimin. To not disclose they spent Jimin's heat together. To just say they were in love.
Yoongi stares at the page. He is in love…
“What are the chances of him surviving?” Yoongi whispers, “what are the odds?”
Doctor Lee gives him a long look, shrugs, “5% maximum.”
Yoongi grips the pen in his hand.
His mind is back in Mr. Park's office, him sitting where the doctor sits. Yoongi right where he is.
“𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤,” Mr. Park had given him a small smirk, “𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑛.”
Yoongi remembers being mad, “𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑧𝑒𝑟𝑜, 𝑀𝑟. 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘.”
Jimin worked with zero in the past. Yoongi picks up the pen, begging to the universe for a miracle.
Yoongi signs his name and begs for a miracle. For someone to guide Jimin back to him as always.
Because… he realized ages ago, Jimin doesn't need him, he needs Jimin. To live.
His sign looks distorted, the lines too shaky. Yoongi sits on the chair while the doctor files the paper away.
“We are trying our best, sir,” doctor Lee sounds sad, utterly so, “trust us. We don't want ill of our patient, either.”
Yoongi nods, sits there lifelessly.
The doctor rushes out, ready to try one last time.
Yoongi looks at the world outside through the window, his eyes grazing the night sky.
The longing is like déjà vu. It consumes him. Yoongi sits there and thinks he felt like this before. As if he is losing his love…
There is a part of him that feels like he felt this pain before. Of his blossom leaving him. It's not new. It's something he dealt with. Yoongi frowns, tries to remember if anyone mentioned of that before. Another time when Jimin's life was at risk.
No one ever mentioned that.
That feeling is old, it carries in his veins. The fear of losing the person he loves. It consumes him as if he once went pretty close to that fear and Yoongi tries hard to remember when, where, how…
His brain doesn't recall, but the fear is there. Yoongi frowns at the window.
That grief that feels like it runs in his veins. For ages, years, decades, centuries…
“𝐴 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”
Yoongi frowns, feels the goosebumps on his skin. As if he hears that right now. As if someone said it to him before.
It's a whisper against his ear. In Jimin's voice. The heartache intensifies. Yoongi feels like the pain he feels in his veins is not new. He felt that before.
He gets up, shakes his head, “no,” he frowns, “what the fuck are you thinking? That never happened. He never said it-”
Yoongi smells the ocean breeze, feels like he can pick up on the scent of cherry blossom. Yoongi shakes his head, gets out of the room to follow the doctor. He walks down the aisle, feels that weird feeling in his mind. Still there.
Still right there.
Yoongi watches a team of doctor get inside the OT, pushing past Taehyung, who clings to that door.
Yoongi walks up to him, feels his friends right beside him. He keeps his eyes on that door, trying to ignore that nagging déjà vu in his mind that still races.
“Wh-what did they say?” Taehyung stutters out, breaking Yoongi out of that spell.
“The choice is a pretence, there isn't anything to choose,” Yoongi murmurs, “the babies are healthy so,” he stops, looks like he stops breathing too, “so, they are focusing on getting them out.”
Yoongi feels his heart break in him, that weird nausea comes back. He sways as if he is on a ship, underneath him the ship sways and Yoongi stumbles, almost falling backwards, but Jungkook is there, holding him up. His friends are all around him.
Yoongi gives a delirious laugh, sways on his feet before he leans over the door to support himself, “I just signed a paper that says it's okay with me if my mate doesn't make it. I,” he giggles in Jin's arms when Jin rushes to hold him up, “signed his death certificate.”
Yoongi watch the OT through that small glass. The green curtain moves, the doctors moving around in a flurry of activities.
Through their moving figures and the curtain's gap, Yoongi sees Jimin's almost lifeless face.
His heart lurches to his throat, the fear intensifying.
It's not intentional.
He is not even sure what it means.
He is not sure why it comes out of his mouth.
But it feels like something so easy to utter. Something he said before.
Yoongi leans on the door and stares at that face.
“𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚… 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒.”
Yoongi leans his forehead against the door, tears prickling his eyes. He grasps the doorknob. Hears how Jungkook drags Taehyung back to sit on the bench, but he doesn't move.
“I will leave with you,” Yoongi murmurs, “or, I will go where they take you.”
“An alpha can't live without his mate,” Yoongi whispers, “and, in some cases, it's not just a mating bite that holds the bond together, blossom, ours,” he gulps, tears brimming in his eyes, “ours feel like a bond for ages. I can't be without you. In any universe. Come back.”
Yoongi stays there, waiting. It feels like he waits for hours. Hours before the door is opening.
Another nurse comes out, holding a baby in his arms, “a boy,” he murmurs, his eyes glossy somehow, “we will have to keep him in ventilation though.”
Yoongi nods, watches him go.
He turns back towards the door, holds his breath while he waits. His body feels limp when after a few minutes he sees the last baby.
Another boy. He follows his brother to the ventilation too.
Yoongi feels Taehyung come to stand beside him, both of them holding their breath.
Yoongi feels Taehyung's hand seeks his out. They grasp each other's hands. Both of their palms cold. Their both stare at the curtain, the shadows behind it moves frantically.
Taehyung's grip on Yoongi's hand tightens, “he will be alright.”
Yoongi can't speak. He can't.
The others are right behind them, waiting just as breathlessly.
Taehyung's nails dig into Yoongi's palms. Yoongi mentally forces himself to focus on that feeling, otherwise he feels numb.
The doctor opens the curtain a little to get out and starts walking towards the door.
The doctor comes out, looks at them with tired eyes, “he is still unconscious,” a slow, satisfied smile lifts the corners of his lips, “but, he pulled through. The bleeding was indeed heavy, but we managed to stop it. He will be in ICU for now, he, hopefully, will be fine. But…”
“But?” Yoongi urges, “but, what?”
The doctor shakes his head, “we have to tie his tubes,” his face looks remorseful, “he can't carry any more pups.”
Everyone looks at Yoongi and Yoongi watches the doctor.
“You really think,” Yoongi murmurs, gulps, “I would let him after this?”
“I will never live this nightmare again!” Yoongi shakes his head, “if I get him back,” his lips wobble, “I was going to personally ask him to agree to tying the tubes. I don't need more kids! Three are enough! I just need him to be fine. He will be, right?”
“He will be,” the doctor smiles, “don't worry. I think you got a fighter in there.”
Yoongi watches Taehyung wipe his eyes, hiding his face against Jungkook's chest. He knows he is crying too.
“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes out, “I got a fighter in there.”
He feels sore. His whole body aches, but the intense pain in his lower abdomen makes Jimin wince. He blinks, eyes fluttering open to welcome more darkness.
Except for the dim light of the lamp on his bedside table. He squirms, looks around the quiet room.
No one is there.
The fear is sudden. The confusion is right there.
Where is he? Where are his babies? What is he doing-
Jimin tries to shake his arm, and then he feels it. Something heavy on his arm. He looks down to have his breath caught in his chest.
Yoongi sleeps on his palm, his cheek resting on Jimin's palm while he sleeps. Jimin's eyes travel over the alpha's tired face. There are dark-circles around his eyes. That complexion is too pale.
Jimin lets out a small smile, thumb caressing the alpha's pouty lips.
Yoongi's lips part, hot breath caresses Jimin's thumb. He traces the lower lip, nail digging there.
Then the silence breaks around them. He hears the shrill cry of a baby. Jimin startles, his heart tugs in his chest. He looks around the room frantically.
“I am up, I am up,” Yoongi murmurs, yawns and gets up, without noticing Jimin, “here, baby, appa is right here, bub.”
Jimin watches Yoongi go to the corner of the room where a crib is. The alpha leans down to pick up a bundle. Jimin's heart lurches to his throat.
Jimin tries to reach, say something. But his throat is dry, and he can't move his entire arm. So, he watches, helpless, how Yoongi walks back and forth with the baby. The small bundle wrapped protectively in his arms.
“Your pa will be up soon, okay?” Yoongi whispers, “I know.”
Jimin chokes on a sob, he coughs, startling the alpha. Yoongi whips around, the baby held tightly to his chest.
Jimin watches how the alpha's eyes widen, and then he stills.
Jimin tries to reach, “Y-” he whines, “Yoon…”
Yoongi stares, saying nothing.
“Baby…” Jimin whimpers.
Yoongi startles, breaks out of his shock to rush over to Jimin.
“Oh, my God, you are up!” He panics, “oh, my god, you are awake! Wait!” He presses the bell, twice, thrice, and then he sits down on the stool, “blossom. You are up!”
Jimin stills when Yoongi almost grasps him in his arms, lips pressing against Jimin’s hair.
Jimin feels the pain in his abdomen. His entire body aches. He slowly wraps his arms around Yoongi, buries his face in his alpha’s neck to inhale his scent.
Yoongi keeps chanting ‘thank you’s and Jimin realizes the alpha is thanking him for coming back. Jimin remembers now. In that operation theatre, how the doctors were so worried. How painful the entire process was. He remembers them saying he is losing too much blood.
Jimin holds the alpha tightly, “I am fine. Yoon, I am fine.”
Yoongi shakes his head, “let me be. For a long time you weren’t. Do you have any idea how you made me feel?”
Jimin smiles, tired, looks up at the alpha’s face, “sorry?”
Yoongi cups his face, peppers tender kisses all over Jimin’s face, “I am sorry,” his voice comes out hoarse, “for making you go through this. Never again—”
Jimin holds Yoongi’s hands, “can you not? I wanted our pups. I,” he looks over at where the crib is, “can I see them?”
Yoongi nods, “yes. But first, I need to call the doctors. Then you can hold them.”
Jimin sits through it all. The doctors drawing his blood, sending it for tests. The nurses giving him a few injections. Asking how he is feeling.
At last, Yoongi lets him hold the babies. The alpha carries the babies up to him one by one. Carefully place them on Jimin’s lap and sits right beside him.
“We have a baby girl and two baby boys,” Yoongi whispers, smiles down at the babies as they squirm, “aren’t they pretty?”
Jimin’s eyes pool with tears, “they are,” he sniffles, “oh, Yoon, we have our babies.”
Yoongi nods, his throat bobbing, “our babies.”
Jimin leans against Yoongi, his eyes moving from one face to the other.
He smiles and pulls them all to his chest. Kisses each one of them on their head.
They are his babies.
Jimin turns his neck to pull Yoongi down for a kiss too. His alpha.
“Do you think we should talk about the mating?” Yoongi asks one night, both of them cuddled together in their master bedroom.
Jimin lies on Yoongi’s chest, draws patterns on the alpha’s chest, “what about it?”
Yoongi’s arm tightens around him, “how I want to mate you?”
Jimin smiles, buries his face against his alpha’s neck, “we have three kids who are just three months old. I think you should trust me when I say, I am not going anywhere.”
Yoongi snorts, “that’s not the point and you know it.”
Jimin hums, “what’s the point, then?”
Yoongi pulls Jimin’s face up to kiss him, “you know how I am almost there, right? My memories are recovering steadily, and I remember almost everything by now?”
Jimin hums into the kiss, “and?”
Yoongi shrugs, “I remember our first mating, and it was,” he frowns, “I want to do it right, this time.”
Jimin looks up at his husband, still a little winded from the sex they just had, “well, we can do it. Are you sure?”
Yoongi looks at him, eyes moving all over Jimin’s face, “I don’t think I will ever be more sure.”
Jimin chuckles, closes his eyes while he cuddles up to Yoongi, “good. Let’s talk it through tomorrow and set a date.”
They go to sleep.
“What are you doing?” Jimin walks inside the home office of his husband, who is sitting on the carpet with a bunch of papers all around him.
A few scissors, glue and diaries are scattered around too. Yoongi looks up at him, startled, and then smiles with his gums out.
“The babies are asleep?” the alpha asks.
Jimin nods, “yes? Yoon, what are you doing?”
“The babies are asleep?” the alpha asks.
Jimin nods, “yes? Yoon, what are you doing?”
Yoongi shrugs, points at the journal, “just something.”
Jimin sits beside Yoongi, makes sure not to get glue on himself, “what—”
He stops. Stares.
Yoongi flips through the journal. Showing him the photos he stuck there, writing a few lines here and there.
Jimin snorts, feels his eyes tearing up, “why are you looking at me? I didn't realize, either.”
Yoongi traces the photos he has. A few more. He chuckles.
“Looks like I was always looking at you, blossom. You never noticed.”
Jimin picks up those photos. Clicked in different occasions. By different people. One thing is common in each one of them.
Yoongi's eyes are always on him.
Jimin blinks back the tears that gather in his eyes, places the photos down while Yoongi flips the pages of the journal.
With each page, Jimin feels his heart break a few more times. He leans his head against Yoongi's chest by the time he sees the photo of him with the babies in his lap.
He lets Yoongi pull him closer, smiles at the photos.
Yoongi kisses the top of his head, “do you like it?”
Jimin nods, wipes his eyes, “I do. The babies can go through this some day and read how their pa met their appa.”
Yoongi laughs, fixing the last photo on the journal while he thinks of the caption. Then he shrugs with a small smile.
“I don't need to make up lines for this one.”
Jimin laughs, lets Yoongi pull him in a kiss while he giggles.
“Miniminies,” Jimin laughs harder, “I can't believe you remember our friends calling us that.”
Yoongi smiles into the kiss too, “I promise to never forget anything related to you ever again, blossom.”
They kiss, their hands laced together, the photos and their memories all over the floor around them.
Some are scattered and some are saved into a journal they both know they will come back to. To revisit and to add more.
To add so many more.