Work Text:
“Hello,” Yoongi greets as he walks into the 24 hour convenience store a block from his building. The omega behind the counter bows in recognition and goes back to straightening up.
Yoongi peruses up and down the aisles, looking for any food that will catch his eye. Apparently he likes more than he realized, so his ice cream trip ends up needing a basket.
“Let’s see,” Yoongi hums to himself, finger on his chin. “What would Hoseok like?” While standing there looking at the sweets for his alpha, the door jingles, indicating another person has entered.
He doesn’t need to look up to know that it’s an alpha whom smells like alcohol and slick.
Yoongi glances over toward the omega behind the counter and they lock eyes in an unwritten agreement. Omegas always look out for each other after all.
He goes back to perusing the aisles after deciding to get Hoseok a sweet drink that he likes. Once he’s certain all of the non-perishable foods are picked out, he goes to the freezer section.
What flavor do I want? he wonders while looking around the case.
He decided on mint chocolate chip, but it’s on the top shelf. Standing on his tippy toes, he starts reaching for it, but his arm is just a bit too short, not to mention his stomach, which is kinda immobilizing him.
Before he can back away and get a different flavor from a lower shelf, he feels something or someone brush his back to reach it for him.
“Here you go pretty thing,” the alpha from before purrs, holding out the pint for Yoongi to take.
Feeling uncomfortable, he grabs the ice cream and puts it in his basket without meeting the alpha’s gaze with a brief ‘thank you.’
As he walks to the checkout, the alpha follows him to get behind him in the line with a beer in hand.
As if he needs more.
The omega behind the counter starts to ring him up and glances between Yoongi and the alpha, not knowing what to do. She probably saw him talking to Yoongi. All she can try to do is check the alpha out slowly and hope it's enough time for Yoongi to escape.
Yoongi pays and gives her one last glance to which she replies with a small smile. He’s returns the gesture, grateful that she will help as much as she can, despite being an omega also. It's just what they do.
He wishes he had woken Hoseok up now because the bag is kind of heavy for someone in his condition. He decides to push through, because getting away from the alpha is his top priority.
He’s made is to the corner, and now all he has to do is cross the street to his building. Right as he’s about to cross, after checking there is no traffic, the alpha catches up.
“Hey! Omega!” he calls. Yoongi rolls his eyes from being called “omega.” He can’t really go home now because then he’ll know where he lives. He can’t have that, so he turns around, hoping the alpha will leave him alone if he entertains him for a moment.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out alone at this hour?” he questions once he’s in ear shot.
Yoongi only now connects the dots. Earlier he smelt like alcohol and slick.
“I’m not a hooker!” he snaps. The alpha looks taken aback at his attitude, before composing himself to ask Yoongi a question.
“Listen,” the alpha starts, “how much is it going to cost to get a piece of that?” he asks, gesturing toward Yoongi’s butt.
“It’s. Not. For. Sale.” Yoongi tells him, emphasizing each word.
“Are you sure about that? You look like someone who enjoys a good time,” he replies back cockily, motioning toward Yoongi’s pregnant belly. So he isn't so drunk that he didn't notice I was pregnant.
“I do. Just not with you.” Thinking the guy will leave him alone now, he turns to walk in the direction of his apartment complex. Maybe if I sit in the lobby it will be okay?
“Hey!” the alpha growls loudly, clamping a hand on Yoongi’s wrist.
“Hey you dipshit! You made me drop my food,” Yoongi whines. He wants to go home and eat his food so he can crawl into bed with his mate.
The alpha starts pulling on his arm, trying to drag him in the opposite direction from his home.
“Let go. Now!” Yoongi seethes in a low voice. He may be an omega, but he’s not a weakling. Okay, so maybe he is right now, but wait until he pops this baby out, he’ll be back to normal in no time. His ability to not take shit from anyone is one of the reasons Hoseok fell for him after all.
“I’ll let you go. As soon as I get what I want,” he replies darkly, a tiny slur to his words, trying to pull the omega along. Yoongi plants his feet. This alpha isn’t drunk enough to not know what he’s doing. He did notice he's pregnant. Who wants to fuck someone that's pregnant with a child that isn't there's and never will be?
Yoongi supposes the people on the street aren’t helping him because they see a pregnant omega and an alpha, so they just assume it’s a lover’s quarrel.
So caught up in the moment, Yoongi doesn’t feel the presence of the angry alpha appear next to him until said alpha’s hand clamps down on the intruder’s arm firmly, but not enough to make a scene.
“Bro. Finders keepers,” the slightly drunk alpha says. Yoongi looks at the hand and follows the curve of his arm until his gaze lands on the new alpha’s face.
His alpha.
Yoongi follows his mates gaze to the other alpha’s face. The man looks slightly irritated and annoyed at being stopped.
He tries to pull his arm out of the grasp of the new alpha, but Hoseok's grip is too strong.
“This,” he says, pointing toward the omega’s mate mark on his neck. “Is mine. This.” He gestures toward the omega’s pregnant stomach. “Is also mine. I’d appreciate it if you would kindly remove your hand from my mate.”
The words he said seem harmless enough, but the tone of his voice carries the threat well enough for the alpha to get the picture, despite his hazy state of mind.
The alpha removes his hand from Yoongi’s wrist, and only then does Hoseok remove his death grip from the alpha’s arm.
Hoseok looks over and peruses his mate to check for harm and sees a red hand print on Yoongi’s wrist. It angers him to the point that he growls, turning to face the other alpha, his wolf is scratching on the edges, eyes changing color, dying to make an appearance and pounce.
Both Yoongi and the other alpha notice this because while one looks petrified to no end, the other, Yoongi, grabs his arm to calm him down.
“It’s fine, babe,” Yoongi soothes, dragging Hoseok’s hand to his baby bump. That seems to do the trick because Hoseok looks over with his normal chocolatey eyes and looks at his mate with so much love and tenderness, almost as if the previous never happened.
Hoseok reaches brings his other hand to his mates cheek while the other is still resting on his unborn pup.
“Go now. Before I change my mind,” Hoseok says in a calm voice, not once removing his eyes from his mate.
Regardless, the offender seems to know he’s talking to him, and not wanting to waste a second, he makes a run for it back the way he came.
Once he’s gone, Hoseok leans down to peck his omega chastely on the lips.
“Are you okay, my love?” He asks, stroking Yoongi’s cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Yoongi just shakes his head yes and gives a small smile. The alpha nods in understanding and kisses him one more time before grabbing Yoongi’s hand.
They walk back a couple of steps and Hoseok grabs the bag Yoongi dropped before, the ice cream probably completely melted by now.
They walk back to their apartment, hand in hand, and only when Hoseok closes the door behind them does he ask what happened.
“I woke up and I wanted food. I’m sorry Hoseok.” He walks back toward his alpha from the counter. He doesn’t even realize the tears have started until he feels one roll down his cheek.
“It’s okay, baby.” Hoseok wipes away his omega’s tears and kisses his nose. “Next time, please wake me up. I’d be happy to go to the store for you.”
“I know. I just didn’t want you to be tired for work tomorrow,” Yoongi sniffles.
“I’d stay up all night without sleep if you asked me to. Please don’t do this again, especially with our child. It’s too risky.”
“You’re right. I'm sorry,” Yoongi says, walking away from his alpha to his food on the counter when a thought occurs to him.
"Hoseok-ah, how did you know that I was in trouble?" he asks, turning to his mate, whom looks sheepish.
"Well... ever since you've gotten further along in the pregnancy... I've sorta been... waking up to check on you every few hours or so," he admits, running a hand through his hair.
Yoongi doesn't reply, because of course he would do that. He opens his ice cream, and not to his surprise, it’s melted!
“Fuck me.” He said under his breath. That whole trip was wasted.
His alpha came over and hugged him from behind, hands placed on Yoongi’s stomach.
He peers over Yoongi’s shoulder and sees that his ice cream is, in fact, melted. Hoseok sighs and reaches for the bag to see what else he got.
“How about I put that in the freezer and see if you can eat it tomorrow, hm? For now, why don’t you eat this,” he says, pulling out the candy bar Yoongi picked up.
“No. I got that for you. The drink, too.”
"What about this other stuff?" he asks, digging through the bag. Yoongi just shrugs and tells him that he got that stuff for another time.
“Well,” Hoseok starts, turning his mate around in his arms to face him. “Why don’t we share this candy bar?”
Without waiting for a response, he drags Yoongi along with his uninjured wrist toward their bedroom.
The younger sits with his back leaning on the headboard, arms open, candy and drink in each hand, waiting for his mate to cuddle into his arms so they can share the snack.
Yoongi lays on his back, head in his mate’s lap and opens his mouth, waiting for the candy to be placed into it.
“Feed me, please,” Yoongi begs when the alpha doesn’t do anything.
Hoseok chuckles and breaks a piece of the candy bar off for Yoongi and places it in his mouth.
“I love you,” Hoseok says, stroking Yoongi’s hair.
“I love you, too!” Yoongi says, motioning toward his mouth for the alpha to feed him more.
The alpha complies like the good and obedient mate he is. That omega has him in the palm of his hand, and he doesn’t mind it one bit.
“Shit, crap, fuck. The ice cream.” Hoseok panics. He goes to gently move his pregnant mate to the side so he can get up, but Yoongi tells him to leave it.
(“It would have been freezer burnt anyway. But it’s the thought that counts.”)
Yoongi falls asleep shortly after, leaving his mate to gaze at him all night long.