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❁ UNO ❁
Jimin was walking at a sustained pace towards the exit of the shop. Yoongi had started his heat the prior day and 24h later he was having seizures every time he fell asleep.
As soon as it was made possible by the heat, Yoongi looking a bit more responsive and aware of what was going on, Jimin brushed his hair back, moving up to his eye level to make sure the omega was still in a conscious headspace.
"Do you think you can keep awake for a bit?" His hand was cupping the side of his head, thumb resting on his jaw and all the other fingers pressed behind his ear, so that he could hold the other's head up while they made eye contact "I wanna run to the store real quick" he was happy to find that Yoongi's pupils were following his as he nodded up at him. He seemed to be conscious enough.
So Jimin had thrown some clothes on and after pulling the omega to sit up, he patted him on a cheek "Stay up, baby. Don't want you to accidentally drift off while I'm not here."
And as soon as Yoongi nodded again, but this time leaning back on the headboard of the bed, with a fist rubbing at his eye, Jimin ran out of the door.
Now, walking through the shop, he was aware of the glances sent his way by the people he walked by. He couldn't really blame anyone, since he was basically running, but at the same time he could feel a growl building up in his stomach.
Of course, he looked like shit and probably smelled of slick. And if someone took a closer look he could see the shots for heat seizures. So of course people would stare. But he was already stressed enough since he had to leave Yoongi alone in their apartment and he didn't need any incentives added to the list.
Once he finally reached the exit and was standing outside, he made his way over to the parking lot where he had left his car.
Before he could even open the door, someone tapped his shoulder and a voice came from behind his back.
"Do you need help?" The dude reeked of alpha. And to be honest, he probably didn't smell as bad as the beta was thinking, but the only scent he wanted to be able to inhale at the moment was Yoongi's. And this man did not smell like Yoongi.
So that was really the last drop for the beta, because the whole tension that pent up till that moment, decided to come out right there.
Jimin couldn't stop the growl that came up his throat, "I'm not in heat and I don't need your fucking help." He turned his head to give the man the side-eye "But please, next time don't ask a stranger if they want your knot, cause not every omega in heat wants you to knot them, you idiot."
A second man chuckled, and suddenly the strong scent made sense. It was too strong to be one alpha, because the alphas were two.
The laugh didn't sound mocking or threatening, so Jimin blinked, confused by the unexpected reaction and turned with his whole body to face the two men. Alphas don't usually react well to being snapped at. Dominant instincts fogging their brain and all… He really wanted to take a curious look and see the two guys standing behind him.
They were both taller than he was and they both looked like they'd be able to bodyslam him to the ground if they wanted to, but neither seemed to be posturing or showing any means of aggression, as one looked almost embarrassed and the other was smiling amused. So Jimin did not let any fear show on his face and raised his eyebrows at the two, almost challenging, what is it that you find so funny?
He was pretty sure laugher-alpha was the one who was now smiling, while the needhelp-alpha was the one who was looking at him like a kicked pup.
They surely didn't expect the beta to get so defensive and react like he did.
And looking at the black haired needhelp-alpha, Jimin almost felt bad. Maybe he overreacted a bit, probably, but he really thought it was asked with malice.
"I just- I meant that-" needhelp cleared his voice, scratching at his neck "you've been standing here for more than ten minutes now, so we thought you either wanted to steal the car or couldn't find the keys." He looked scared to be punched or something and Jimin really wanted to scream at his face that he was three times his size, so there was no way he'd even try.
And yes, Jimin was feeling very guilty, but he didn't have time to dwell on his aggressive comeback, because ten minutes?! He had been staring at the car, wasting time for nothing?!
He turned back to his car with a gasp and quickly opened the door with the keys. Before he could step in though, he looked inside to the seat and started feeling nervous. He had to go back to his boyfriend. Who was in heat. And wanted to have sex. Obviously. And he was totally not in the mood. His brain was split in two, yelling at him to go back and to not go back.
Laugher-alpha was now clearing his throat, so Jimin left out a sigh, realising that they were still standing there
"You really don't seem to be doing okay, man."
Jimin closed his hands in fists and inhaled a deep breath "I'm fine. I'm not the one who's in heat like I said." and as he pushed the words out, willing himself to not stutter, he entered the car and closed the door. He dropped the shots on his lap and put the keys in to start the car.
He tried once. Twice. Thrice. But the car didn't move and his heart started throbbing faster and harder. As he tried and tried, he was sure he was now looking paler than ever, with a knot tightening in his throat.
When he realised the car was not going to drive him anywhere, the beta left out a shaky breath. This couldn't be happening. Not to him. Not today. Not with an omega in heat at home that could be already asleep and having seizures.
And the more he thought about it, the more he felt tears of worry swell up in his eyes, as he resisted the urge to smash his face against the window. In the end he rested his forehead on the driving wheel, willing his breath to stay steady and not go into hyperventilation.
He heard a knock on the window and instinctively snapped his head to look up. As he suspected, it was still the two alphas from before, laugher and needhelp. So as he stopped himself from punching the glass, he took another deep calming breath and opened the door so that he could get out.
"Do you need a lift?" laugher-alpha offered nodding towards where his car was (probably)
But Jimin wasn't stupid. You don't just get in the car with strangers. So he frowned and crossed his arms on his chest "Why would I? I'm fine."
The same brown haired alpha - laugher - snorted "Sure. But I'm guessing your omega isn't, if you had to go out to buy heat induced seizure injections."he remarked, nodding to the shots the shorter beta had left on the seat.
Jimin felt a shiver run down his back. He was already panicking and didn't need two strangers to make him feel worse than he was on his own. But they were right. Yoongi was home alone. And he'd may be able to stay awake for half a hour or a full hour, but the heat would have eventually forced him into a sleep of exhaustion.
So he swallowed his pride and usual wariness of strangers, to leave out a breath
"I may… need a lift indeed."
And as he said that, eyes casted on the floor, he almost expected them to laugh mockingly at him, since he had done nothing but be snappy.
Neither of them did though.
The black haired needhelp one nodded down at him, small comforting smile appearing on his face "Tae-hyung's car is that way."
And they didn't kill him nor cut him into pieces, but laugher started rapping along to some song he didn't know that well and that almost killed him.
❁
The second Jimin stepped inside his apartment, closing the door behind himself, he could already hear some whimpers coming from their bedroom.
He sped up through the hall, uncaringly throwing his bag and jacket somewhere on the floor, while holding the shots tightly in his hand. He was relieved to hear the whimpers because at least they meant the omega wasn't having a seizure, but at the same time, it meant he was in pain.
"Hyung" he called out, hearing his own voice echoing around, before he heard a faint cry coming from Yoongi.
He quickly reached the bedroom to rest his eyes on the messy duvet, thrown around on the mattress. He could see the bump in the middle of the bed and soon after hear the faint whimpers coming from down there. His voice was a bit muffled and high pitched despite it being more of a guttural sound. The fear was probably getting higher.
Jimin walked around the bed and dropped the shots on the bedside table "Hyung" he called again, this time in a much softer tone of voice. He wanted to sound comforting rather than worried - although he really was worried - because showing any negative feelings would just make the omega feel worse. "Hey" he crawled on the mattress, after tapping around with his hands to make sure he wouldn't kneel on the other "I'm back"
Once he found his boyfriend's hip, running his hands on the mattress, he gently uncovered him from the white duvet and rubbed his palm on Yoongi's back.
The omega was laying on his right side, curled in a fetal position, probably trying to ease the pain in his abdomen. Jimin gently pulled him, so that he would roll from the side to lay on his back. Yoongi went with no fuss. He moved his eyes to search for Jimin's and when they made eye contact the omega pouted "Min-ah" it was just above a whisper and it sounded chocked, since with it came out a sob and then a hiccup.
Jimin sent him a smile, gently holding his wrists to pull him up. Yoongi tried sitting up, with Jimin's help, but his body felt very weak and ended up needing more help than that. The beta had to quickly slip one of his arms under his back, when it lifted from the mattress and then pulled him closer. Yoongi finally sat up with a soft but guttural sound and rested his forehead on the younger male's shoulder.
Jimin leaned back to take a look at his boyfriend's face, but to do so he used his left hand to gently cup Yoongi's jaw and raise it. When the omega looked at him again, his pupils were a bit more dilated and they didn't follow his. Jimin cooed "It's okay, baby. You're okay."
Yoongi blinked a few times, eyes wandering around for a few seconds and Jimin started getting a bit worried, he acted way too out of it. Could the fever be too high already? When he brought the hand from his cheek to his forehead to feel how warm he was, Yoongi eyes fluttered and his face scrunched up in a wince "H-hurts."
Jimin looked back at him and nodded, a bit more realived now that he was talking "I know, kitten."He whispered "I got the shots and some meds for the pain. Do you need the shots now?"
The omega took a few seconds to reply, pain slowing him down. Finally he whined "Dunno. I don't th-think so." He sobbed, cowering in his shoulders, trying to lay back down, but Jimin was still holding him up from around his waist.
The beta nodded and wiped his tears away with his left hand "I'm gonna grab a glass of water for the painkillers. Lay down, baby."
As he released him, removing his right arm from around his waist, Yoongi immediately started shaking his head, now hating the thought of laying down if he was going to be left alone again. So he quickly stiffened, bringing his hands to grab the beta's hands, trying to stop him from leaving "N-no, don't leave."
"I'll be right back." Jimin promised, stepping away before the omega could grab his hands.
"J-Jimin-ah!"
Despite the guilt feeling growing from the tip of his stomach, the beta turned to make his way to the kitchen, ignoring his omega's cries. He really needed to get him the water for the pills. But although he knew he was doing the right thing, he really couldn't help the aching in his chest. So he ran as fast as humanly possible, but he couldn't go that fast in order to not spill the water.
When he got back to the bedroom, he almost cried, finding Yoongi on the floor. The omega was sitting in front of the bed, legs bent to the side, while he cried loudly, with a trembling pout. He must have tried to follow the beta when he left, but gave up when his legs gave out under his weight because he was too weak and he fell.
Jimin quickly walked around the bed to put the glass on the bedside table and then rush back to crunch down next to the omega "Hey" he whispered, pressing his lips to the other's temple "What's wrong, mmh? I'm here, baby."
Yoongi sniffed, still shaking between the sobs "I can't anymore." He looked at his boyfriend and wrapped his left arm around the beta's neck, asking to be lifted "M-make it st-stop"
The beta wrapped his arms around his waist, hushing softly "You can, hyung. I'm here now. I'm not leaving." He pulled the thinner male up and lifted him from the floor.
As soon as his body was completely off the ground, Yoongi dropped his head on the beta's crook of the neck "I love you" he whimpered, but Jimin didn't have the time to reply. He flinched in surprise, feeling the older man's burning temperature against his bare skin and soon after even through the clothes.
"Oh my, hyung!"
Yoongi left out a moan when his hot bare skin touched the fresh mattress. It felt good. But his head felt too heavy and light at the same time, for the pleasure to last long. Because as soon as he rolled on his side, his brain started drumming against his temples and he left out another pained whine.
Jimin quickly popped two pills and handed them to the omega, bending on his knees to see his face. Yoongi grabbed them with shaky hands and put them in his mouth, but couldn't drink on his own. The beta helped him to a glass of water, pulling him up just long enough for him to swallow and then gently easing him back down, trying to avoid abrupt movements, seen his obvious headache.
When he didn't lay down, Yoongi reached for the beta's hand and pulled him down, ignoring the burning muscles. He was exhausted. Jimin went with the request and the omega opened his previously closed eyes to search for the beta's.
"Min-ah" he muttered, and despite being very tired, Jimin could see a faint blush covering his cheeks, but it didn't look like a redness caused by the heat. "Do you…do you think you could… later?"
The beta looked back at his boyfriend and his heart dropped "I can try, hyung. If you want me to." He willed himself to stop the grimace that wanted to take over his face. He really wasn't in the mood. He wanted to want it, but there was nothing he could do with the weird heavy feeling he had in his chest, when he thought about helping his boyfriend that way when he was in heat.
Yoongi closed his eyes with a humm and then cuddled on the beta's chest "No, you don't want to." He whispered, but his voice sounded so free from judgment that Jimin's eyes filled up with tears "That's okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want, Min-ah."
But no matter how many times Yoongi promised him he was satisfied with their relationship, no matter how much Yoongi showered him with reassurance. He couldn't help but wonder. What would it be like if they had an alpha who could help where Jimin couldn't? Would it be better if they had someone that could step in when Jimin reached his limit?
He knew he couldn't spend another heat like that. He just couldn't bear to see his boyfriend go through all that pain simply because he felt uncomfortable having heat sex. So maybe they needed an Alpha. And they needed it before Yoongi's next heat.
Omegas were better in packs where Alphas could take care of them. Or at least that was what their society was trying so hard to make them believe. And Jimin knew that it wasn't like Yoongi or any omega couldn't provide for themselves, but when in heat, they couldn't help themselves and being an asexual beta, he felt literally useless.
And as he slowly eased into sleep, still terrified by the possibility of his boyfriend having a seizure, he promised himself that he was going to talk to Yoongi
word count
1st publish: 1846
post-update: 2967