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Jimin sat in his classroom, gazing blankly at the whiteboard as his teacher explained the intricate details of the skeletal system. But his mind was far away, still caught up in the events of the previous day. His fingers clenched the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white. His anger and restlessness bubbled within him like a pot ready to boil over.

He had always been fascinated with the werewolf body and how it functioned. It was what had driven him to pursue a career in medicine. But today, even that passion failed to hold his attention.

Jimin's clothes were rumpled and his hair unkempt, evidence of his sleepless night. Dark circles marred his usually bright and lively face. He looked a shadow of his former self.

He couldn't help but dwell on his situation. His father, Mr Park Sun-Kyun, was one of the wealthiest men in Korea, and Jimin had been raised in luxury. But unlike most of the kids in his social circle, Jimin wasn't a spoilt brat.

He took after his mother, an omega who had been an orphan before his grandfather had arranged her marriage to his alpha son. It was a marriage of convenience, a way to garner public sympathy and distract the media from their business troubles.

Jimin's father had never been affectionate towards his mother, and their marriage lacked the most crucial ingredient of all - love.

The memory of his mother's tears and the sound of his father's harsh words echoed in Jimin's mind. He felt trapped and suffocated by the weight of his family's expectations.

To escape his father's overbearing influence, Jimin had chosen to live in the university hostel, despite his alpha father's disapproval. It was a constant source of tension between them, but Jimin refused to back down.

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, Jimin couldn't help but wonder if his life was truly "fucked up" beyond repair.

Jimin's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and anger as he thought about the constant scrutiny he faced from the media. One wrong move could potentially bring his father's "business" crashing down - a business that he had never been interested in.

He shifted in his seat, his clothes feeling constricting against his skin. Jimin had always been stubborn about staying in the hostel, and it wasn't just because it was part of the university's policy. It was because he needed space to breathe, to concentrate.

The weather outside was gloomy, with dark clouds threatening to pour down any minute. But Jimin didn't mind. He was happy to be away from the suffocating environment of his "home" - if it could even be called that. It was a cold, sterile place, filled with expensive marble and crystal that only served to amplify his loneliness.

He longed for his mother and his alpha brother Yoongi. They were the only ones who truly understood him. But even their presence couldn't erase the constant pressure he felt to maintain a certain image.

Jimin was always on edge, his every move scrutinized by his father's loyal band of followers. Even when he was at home, he had to be careful about every little thing he did or said.

That's why Jimin was grateful for the occasional parties that his department held. It was the only time he could let loose and have fun with his peers. But even then, his father had imposed strict rules - no alcohol, no dancing. Jimin had to sit in a corner, sipping on a mocktail and watching enviously as his friends danced the night away.

Yesterday, however, his father had taken things a step further. He had called Jimin in the middle of a clinical surgery class and when Jimin didn't answer, his father's goons had barged into the classroom, causing a ruckus.

Jimin felt his blood boil as he thought about the incident. This was the one subject he struggled with, and missing just one class could mess everything up. He felt trapped, suffocated, and powerless.

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A DAY BEFORE:

Jimin arrived at the mansion and was led down one of the hallways. As he entered the room, he saw his parents and his older alpha brother, Yoongi. The younger alpha was fuming with anger, and it made Jimin nervous.

"You called father?" Jimin bowed in front of his parents and smiled at his mother, hoping to see some reassurance in her eyes. But all he saw was helplessness.

"You're getting engaged today." Jimin was stunned to hear his father's statement. His father spoke like it was just another ordinary thing, like buying a gift. Jimin opened his mouth to protest, but his father cut him off.

"And that's final. Your mother will help you prepare. You have two hours to get ready. Make sure you're flawless, and I know you won't disobey me," his father added, with an extra sweetness in his tone that made Jimin's skin crawl. He knew what would happen to his mother if he disobeyed.

Jimin just stared at the white marble ground, letting out a quiet "yes, father" while tears streamed down his face. His father paid no heed to his omega son's distress and walked away, his boots echoing through the hallway. Jimin turned to face his mother, who was now crying too. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with tension and despair.

As Jimin's tears continued to stream down his face, he couldn't help but feel like his life was falling apart. The hallway was grand and luxurious, with expensive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and marble flooring that shone like a mirror. Jimin's father was a man of wealth and power, and it showed in every inch of the mansion. 

“Mother, you know I don’t want to get married soon. I’m just 20. I have 2 more damn years to complete my degree and… and… I can't afford to have any sort of distraction now… I missed today’s surgery class and you don't know how this is going to affect me. But marriage is different. Who knows that alpha of an idiot wants me to continue to pursue my dreams or nurse his pups?” Jimin's voice shook with emotion as he spoke.

As he struggled to come to terms with the situation, his alpha brother Yoongi wrapped him in a comforting embrace. Jimin could feel Yoongi's strong arms around him, but it did little to ease the turmoil in his heart.

“Jimin, my child, I know it's difficult. But your mother is helpless. So frail to be against your father. Think of it this way… what if this is going to transform your life? What if he is a nice person?" His mother's words did little to console him.

“Why is he selling me off for a damn business? Am I not his son?” Jimin couldn't hold back the anguish in his voice any longer.

“I’m sorry Jimin. Trust me, I tried, but you know how our father is. He has fixed his mind. I’m sorry my dear brother,” Yoongi's words were filled with regret as he pulled away from the embrace and walked out of the hallway.

Left alone with his mother, Jimin couldn't help but feel like he was being forced into a life he didn't want. The thought of being bound to an alpha who cared only about producing heirs while his dreams withered away filled him with despair. But as he looked into his mother's tear-streaked face, he knew that he had to put on a brave face for her sake.

“We should get ready my pretty omega. This is the fate of every omega in this world. We will always be under an alpha and they choose for us. Our job is to smile and bear their pups and be by their side as their mate,” Mrs. Park spoke, her voice heavy with sorrow.

Jimin couldn't bear to hear any more of it. He squirmed in his mother's embrace, desperate to escape this fate that had been imposed on him.

“Let’s get you ready. Rise up, omega. I know my pup is strong,” she said, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead and leading him to the changing room.

Jimin's heart was beating fast, he could feel it in his chest. He was nervous, angry, and sad all at the same time. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He hated this, he hated everything about it.

Jimin was dreading the moment when he had to remove his scent blockers. He knew that his unique scent, a blend of wild jasmine and lavender, could attract any alpha within his proximity, and he didn't want to take any chances today. But his father's orders were absolute, and the maids had already stripped him of his scent blockers while he was taking a bath.

As he emerged from the bathroom, his scent spiked up, making him feel vulnerable and exposed. His father's plan was clear - to present him as the perfect omega to his future mate, without any artificial barriers.

“Do I really have to wear this dress, mother?” Jimin asked, examining the flimsy red silky garment that barely covered him. He knew its purpose, to showcase his body to the alpha and entice him into mating. But Jimin couldn't bear the thought of being reduced to just a vessel for his alpha's pups.

“Only after your engagement, Jimin. It's customary to wear this in front of your mate. And you know why. You can wear a robe on top of it to cover at least something before I guide you to remove it. But for now, wear this gown,” his mother spoke, her voice laced with sadness.

Jimin hugged her tightly, taking in her calming scent. He knew that she was just as helpless as he was in the face of his father's will. He couldn't blame her for trying to make the best of a terrible situation.

As he got dressed, he couldn't help but feel like he was being robbed of his self-respect, of his right to choose his own mate and his own destiny. But he knew he had to put on a brave face, for his mother's sake if nothing else.

Jimin was adorned in a white gown that flowed down to his feet, with intricate lacework on the bodice and sleeves. His mother stood beside him, looking at him with pride and sadness in her eyes. Jimin couldn't help but feel like a doll, a mere object to be presented to the highest bidder.

“ You look beautiful my doll. You grew up so well,” his mother whispered, wiping away a stray tear. Jimin wasn't sure if it was a tear of happiness or sadness.

Suddenly, Yoongi barged in, interrupting their moment. “The guests have arrived,” he announced, his tone brusque and cold.

Jimin’s heart began to race even faster, and he couldn't find his voice to protest. His mother led him through the decorated halls, her grip on his hand tight and reassuring. He wanted to run, to escape this fate that was forced upon him.

As they entered the large hall, Jimin was met with a sea of unfamiliar faces, all dressed in their finest attire. The room was decorated with white flowers, creating an ethereal and serene atmosphere. Jimin's stomach churned as he searched for a familiar face, but all he could see were strangers.

In the midst of all this chaos, Jimin realized that he had forgotten to ask his father who he was getting engaged to. But did it even matter now? His fate was already sealed.

As Jimin stood frozen in front of the guests, he felt like the world was closing in on him. The suffocating scent of alphas made him dizzy, and he couldn't bring himself to look up from the floor tiles. His heart was racing, and he clung onto his father's hands tightly.

“Here comes Omega Park Jimin, your alpha son's soon-to-be mate,” Mr. Park announced, and the sound of his own name made Jimin's pulse quicken even more.

“Let’s waste no more time. Let’s get them engaged Mr. Park, and we have business to discuss after that,” Mr. Jeon said, his voice commanding and authoritative.

Jimin was handed a ring, and he exchanged it with the alpha without any emotion. His mind was numb, and his body felt like it wasn't his own.

“You look so beautiful as always, Jimin,” the alpha complimented him, but Jimin couldn't bring himself to respond.

“Stand closer now, young couple,” Mrs. Jeon chirped, and Jimin felt like he was suffocating even more as they applauded.

The photo session was torture, and Jimin's father had to warn him to smile for the cameras. He forced a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes.

As the guests bid their farewells and left, the two families were left alone in the silence of the grand hall. 

“Jimin, take Jungkook to your room. Your mother will accompany you both,” Jimin’s alpha father commanded. Jimin's heart raced as he heard those words. He knew what was coming next - the inspection. It was a tradition, but it always made him feel vulnerable and exposed. 

Slowly, Jimin led his alpha mate and mother up the stairs to his bedroom.

Once they reached the room, Jimin's mother locked the door behind them, ensuring that no other alphas could interrupt the inspection. The tension in the room was palpable, and Jimin couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of his stomach. 

“Jimin, please change into the gown that I have placed in the washroom. Be quick,” his mother instructed, trying to hide her own anxiety. Jimin nodded silently and made his way to the bathroom, his steps heavy with apprehension. 

As he emerged from the bathroom in the gown, he felt a sense of vulnerability wash over him. He knew that his body was about to be scrutinized and judged, and he couldn't help but feel like an object on display.

As Jimin obediently removed his robe, his mother's words echoed in his mind, causing him to shut his eyes and clench his fists in anticipation. His mother had turned away, giving them privacy, but the atmosphere in the room was tense and uncomfortable.

Jimin could feel the alpha's gaze scrutinizing every inch of his body, making him feel exposed and vulnerable. He was just a stranger to the alpha, and the thought made him even more uneasy.

The alpha's scent suddenly spiked, indicating his delight in examining Jimin's flawless body. Jimin's skin was pale and unblemished, except for a small band-aid on his pinky finger.

"What happened to your finger, omega?" the alpha interrogated.

"Just a cut... I got it while doing an experiment," Jimin replied, his voice trembling slightly. He could feel the alpha's breath on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

The only thought racing through Jimin's mind was "Please reject me." He knew that many alphas did that. They would reject the omega after this examination if they weren't convinced with their body. And it was after the engagement because the omega's parents needed affirmation that the alpha wasn't just playing with their child's emotions.

"I accept you," the alpha's voice shattered Jimin's thoughts, and he was on the verge of tears. This was his last chance, and now it was ruined.

His eyes darted to the alpha's face, searching for any sign of dishonesty or pity, but he found none. The alpha's expression was unreadable, and it only added to Jimin's anxiety.

“I shall leave you two. Alpha, you may now scent the omega,” Jimin's mother announced as she exited the room, leaving them alone.

Jimin's heart was racing as the alpha moved closer to him, pressing him against the wall. He wanted to flee, but the alpha's potent scent of pine and jasmine was overwhelming, and Jimin's omega couldn't help but find it comforting to have his alpha's scent mixed with their own. It was calming to know that his alpha had a touch of their own scent. The alpha's fingers gripped Jimin's chin and forced him to look into his eyes.

“ You?” Jimin mumbled, not able to believe his own eyes.

"It's me, yours only Jeon Jungkook " the alpha replied to Jimin's confusion.

Jungkook nuzzled into Jimin's neck, scenting him as he trailed wet kisses down his skin. The temptation to claim Jimin there and then was almost too much for him to bear, but he resisted. The experience was both sinful and beautiful, and Jimin's omega was submitting to it completely.

After the alpha had finished scenting his fiance, he suggested they leave the room to avoid any misunderstandings about what had just taken place.

"Shall we go out? We don't want to give everyone the wrong idea that we're mating in here, do we, soon-to-be Jeon Jimin?" the alpha smirked before leaving the room, giving Jimin the chance to get dressed. As he left, Jimin was left standing there bewildered, needing a moment to compose himself before he dressed again.

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Jimin stood still witnessing the man in front of him. He shouldn't be scared right? It's his fiance. Whether he likes it or not, the wedding will happen. It's not like he has a choice in this. 

" Hi Jimin. These are all my friends who wanted to see you an-" Jungkook voiced looking at Jimin with those brown doe eyes. He was cut off by one of his friends. " Jimin, I am Jin. You might know me because we are from the same field." 

" Yeah, Dr Kim Seokjin. I know you. Well, who here doesn't? I read your article on c-section and that's what helped me pass Obstetrics . Well, we have it in detail now but during my first year, I almost cried every day not knowing what to do because our lecturer was a very lazy one and didn't explain anything. Huge fan of you honestly" Jimin was excited. Keen to see his role model figure right in front of him. Jin's papers on gynaecology made Jimin want to be a gynaecologist but something inside him is always blocking him from even thinking about it now. So, he sprints from the topic whenever someone asks him. He tells he has no picture now of what field to take further when he unquestionably has one in mind. 

" Jungkook he is so cute. Wow... I like him already" Jin said embracing Jimin.

" Kim Namjoon, Jin's husband and a psychiatrist." Namjoon came forward for a handshake. Alpha’s aren’t permitted to have any physical contact with taken omegas other than formal ones.

" I'm park Jimin sir. I have heard a lot about you too sir. Our professors were very proud of you all sir." Jimin bowed 90° in order to show respect to the senior doctors in front of him.

" Including Jungkook? Omg, wow. You know Jungkook was a pain in everyone's ass. Even now." Jin started giggling all of a sudden. 

Jimin didn't know what to talk. He wanted to dodge the topic 'Jungkook' as much as he could. But Jin has initiated it and his scent spiked with anxiety. 

Jungkook stared at Jimin confused. He could quickly decipher Jimin's sour tint and he was moving closer to make him feel there is no threat and his alpha desired to take care of his omega.

" Jimin... My pretty baby! Where were u? You know I searched for you everywhere. Our class is cancelled. So we are going out. Let's go out Jiminiee..." An alpha scurried inside the open visitor's area and hugged Jimin from behind and spoke. 

This was something Jungkook despised. Him. His omega is in another alpha's hands and the worst part is that Jimin's scent is no longer sour. It's sweet. Very sweet. 

" Tae... Really? It got cancelled?" Jimin asked happily to the alpha and released himself from his grip to face the alpha. 

"Uhm... Is this your friend Jimin?" It was Jin who spoke out and that was when something clicked in his mind. He and Taehyung weren't alone. There were 'guests' to meet him. 

Jimin smiled nervously and pivoted to face Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook. Jungkook was scowling at Jimin provoking Jimin's scent to turn sour again. Tae patted Jimin's shoulders and peeked at him with a stupefied face. There in front of him were famous doctors standing. The golden alumni of their university.

" I'm sorry Doctor Kim Seokjin, Dr Jeon Jungkook and Doctor Kim Namjoon. Heard a lot about you. I wish to have this conversation going. But please excuse us. Jimin come." With that Taehyung grabbed Jimin's hand and started walking. But Taehyung felt like Jimin wasn't coming with him. Taehyung glanced at Jimin and saw Jungkook holding Jimin's other hand.

Taehyungs glance shifted from Jimin's hands to Jungkook's eyes.

" Don't you know it's inappropriate to lay authority and hands over an engaged omega? What's your name? " Jungkook uttered. Irritation, evident in his tone.

"Dr Jeon, You are mistaken. Jimin isn't engaged. I'm Kim Taehyung, his soulmate and best friend. It’s you who’s acting like you own him not me." Taehyung spoke tightening his grip on Jimin.

" Well, Kim Taehyung you might not have been invited but this omega Park Jimin right here is soon to be Jeon Jimin. My fiance. So keep your hands away from my omega" Taehyung's grip loosened.

"Chim? What the hell is he talking about?" Taehyung looked at Jimin who had his head hung low. His scent souring again. Jimin started sniffing. 

" Chim... No... Babe... Why are you crying?" Jungkook left Jimin's hand and stood at the same spot while he saw the other alpha speaking to his fiance, caring for him instead of him.

Jimin's sobs became louder and Taehyung took him in for a hug and the omega wept on Taehyung's chest. A sight that is very displeasing for Jungkook and his primal side. Jungkook was fuming. Jimin . Omega. Mine.

His wolf chanted and his eyes turned into bloody red and that was when Jin broke the silence in the room.

" Let's go Jungkook. Come " jin spoke. 

" Jin- he-" Jungkook spoke gritting his teeth. 

" Let's leave. Jimin we are going" Namjoon spoke taking Jungkook with them .

“ Jimin, what exactly happened yesterday?” Taehyung whispered in Jimin’s ears once they left. The latter was still hugging taehyung and sobbing but somehow has calmed down.

Jimin released his grip on Taehyung and glanced at him and showed an expensive diamond ring on Jimin’s fingers.

“ Sold for my father’s business. He tells this alliance will bring him billions” Jimin let out a painful chuckle and that was enough for Tae to hug him again.

“ Chim, don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna happen. If you don’t want this marriage, we’ll both figure things out. “ Taehyung spoke determined to save his friend.

“ No, Don’t do anything. This is my fate. Although I wish that could happen, my mom. She. No, I ain’t taking chances. I’m ok. Don’t worry, I’ll adjust” Jimin dried his tears and smiled.

“ Now, where are we going Kim Taehyung? You were speaking of taking me somewhere. Where shall we go?” Jimin was genuinely happy. They don’t get days off like this often. So he should just utilise this as a distraction indeed.

“ Off we go to the mall?” Jimin whispered a yes, acting like he forgot things that were happening in his life recently.

Location: The mall

They have been chitchatting, buying so many clothes. Gucci is Taehyung’s favourite clothing line and he couldn’t stop himself from debiting money from his card for those amazing brands. His family is rich and doing business with the Parks. One of the reasons why Jimin’s father had no issue with their friendship. A typical conservative traditional man despised the idea of an omega having an alpha friend but Taehyung’s family was exactly the opposite. And Mr park didn't want the stocks to drop just because of this.

They had a delightful day at the mall and they both went back to their dorms. He scrolled Instagram to find that as usual people were actually messing and hyping things up. Many had tagged him.

“ The omega heir of Parks, Park Jimin and Kim alpha heir Taehyung on a date. Click to find pictures of the sweet couple snapped by a fan that’s getting viral.” Jimin read the title and rolled his eyes and clicked on the link. He was happy that the fan cams did justice to the pictures. It was raw. Last time, they photoshopped them very weirdly. He downloaded all those pictures and changed his wallpaper as that. A stunning picture it was. He genuinely forgot fucked up things when he was with his handsome soulmate.

Jimin’s phone rang. It was an unknown number and thus, he didn't take it.

He went to freshen up and came back to find numerous missed calls from his father. It must be something important.

“ Father, you called? I was bat-” He was cut off by his father who uttered“ No PDA, no touching Kim Taehyung anymore. I know you two are friends or whatever, but your mate isn’t fond of watching all those articles about you with him. Call him back. It’s Jungkook who called you.” With that, he cut the call. 

Jimin was numb by now. He dialled the number and when it rang, he was slowly slipping into having an anxiety attack. 

“ Hello?” he heard the other spoke. But Jimin couldn’t speak anymore. His mouth was dry, couldn’t utter a word. So he cut the call and turned the phone off. 

He decided to sleep. For Jimin, sleeping forever is an escape. He set an alarm to wake up early in the morning to complete the pending portion he had to study and slept. Tears rolled down his face and drenched the pillow. Tiredness soon wore him out, and he fell asleep.

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The omega was hiding. Hiding from his fiance and for that, he needs to hide from his father first. So the only way to do it is to stop using his cell phone. Yep, Jimin on waking up from his not so good sleep or little sleep decided that he is not gonna use a phone anymore. Nope. It's full of toxic stuff plus Jungkook has his number now. 

While getting ready Jimin felt he was more like breathing the freshest air because the weather is so pleasant and so he decided to jam to one of his favorite songs and locked his room and walked in the direction of his class. The first class is surgery anyways and the professor is just too complicated. He should just teach in a simpler way, not like using words that he needs a dictionary to understand. It takes a lot of time. Plus being the topper he is actually kinda the professor's pet. So he wouldn't mind Jimin being late. Nope. Not at all. 

Jimin on reaching the corridors of his class found a huge crowd gathered in front of his class. Jimin rolled his eyes. "Too much toxicity, let's focus on the peaceful llama… or the sloth, my soul animal " Jimin mumbled too proud at his own joke.

" Are you that happy that our professor is dead, Jimin?" A voice made Jimin tilt his head surprised at the speaker. 

" The fuck? Oops. No! What? Are you really kidding me?. You shouldn't tell something like that Jennie." Jimin retorted and Jenni looked at him with a face that wasn't humorous at all .she was serious. Dead serious.

" Are you perhaps telling me that our professor died and that's why there's a huge crowd in front of our class?" Jimin asked with a stupefied face. Maybe this isn't a very good day to have a good mood. Jimin sighed and ran in the direction of the crowd. 

" Mr Johan had a cardiac arrest while teaching us about cardiac surgery and he was mentioning cardiac arrest as well. And that's when he fell on the ground clasping his chest and some students helped him but on reaching the corridor he… he passed away." Jimin was sad. Death indeed is something unavoidable but it's something that causes horrendous pain to the family and friends of the deceased soul.

" May his soul rest in peace. Amen." Jimin mumbled looking at his professor's corpse which was being taken away. Mr Johan describes himself as an orphan who has no one. So he is going to be cremated by the college authority. 

" Due to an unforeseen death of our beloved professor Johan, there won't be classes today. Let's mourn and pray for the deceased soul. And all are to be assembled at the surgery classroom today for the cremation procedures before we depart the soul because it's what he wished for. Thank you. " The college authority did lose the most precious professor. 

Jimin went and sat on his seat. His seat was near to a huge window and the sight outside always was somehow calming for Jimin. All of a sudden the weather became so unpleasant. It started thundering and raining. He looked at the cadaver that Mr. Johan called 'groot' and sighed. Just how fast a life end just like a day ends into new one? How fast is all this happening? Jimin knew one thing. Too much is happening in his life and he clearly doesn't like the pace he is in right now.

" What are you thinking while being so immersed watching the rain Park Jimin?" The alpha asked before taking a seat beside the omega. 

" Nothing… Tae. I wish I had something to think of. But it's as if I'm suddenly out of thoughts."  Jimin mumbled, leaning his head on Taehyung's shoulders. 

" Is it because of the professor's sudden death?" Taehyung asked, taking Jimin in his embrace and slowly rubbing his arms to comfort his beloved soulmate. 

" I honestly don't know. I feel like I'm running away. I want to run away from chaos, from everything. It's as if I don't have time to breathe. You know how I love medicine. But… suddenly I don't feel like studying anything anymore. I can't-" Jimin's voice was cracking. 

" Chim… shush… get some sleep. I'll be here. You didn't sleep, didn't you? Again! Chim… I told you you should. " he sighed. The omega in his embrace was slowly shutting his eyes, trying to sleep. So he thought he should just help him sleep and so he kept quiet.

Hours passed and everyone went to their hostel rooms because there were no classes leaving the friends alone in a lonely classroom. Being bored, the alpha too slowly slept.

" This is just too much sweet that I'll die of a fucking diabetes. " A voice made Jimin open his eyes from his sleep, waking the other man during the process. And both of them were too shocked to see a whole ass crowd in front of the two. Why were there photographers taking their pictures? Why were there people in black suits assembling inside the classroom? Jimin was confused but he quickly detangled himself from his best friend's embrace before looking at the crowd looking at them. 

To say Jimin as well as Taehyung was confused would just totally be an understatement. They were both startled and the media wasn't giving them time to breathe before one of them asked " Kim Taehyung-ssi have you and your omega mated? Are you going to get married soon?" Jimin looked at Taehyung with wide eyes and was trying his best to escape from them but the crowd wasn't ready to leave him without him answering the questions.  

" Please, it's the cremation ceremony of a professor from this college who was indeed a famous surgeon. Media, please pay respect to the deceased and maintain decency or else I'll ask the security to kick you people out." The principal's voice boomed through the speaker and it was indeed a warning to the press to back off and they did. 

Jimin stared at the ground and sat back to his seat feeling devastated. His father is going to kill him if he gets to know about this. 

" We are here to mourn for the deceased professor Johan who was an excellent prodigy in general surgery and we have Jeon Jungkook his favorite student, to do the rituals as per the late doctor's last wish. Let's start with the ceremony. All students are to take a rose from the box and pay your homage." 

Jimin looked at Taehyung with a horrified face as he saw Mr Park and Mr Jeon along with Jungkook and his fellow doctor friends sitting in the podium. Realization hit him like a truck. Why is it that whatever Jimin's trying to avoid is finding a way to reach Jimin anyhow? Why was his destiny written so bad by the gods he prayed daily?

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Jimin and Taehyung joined the queue along with their fellow classmates. The queue started moving and Jimin's heart started beating furiously against his chest and Jimin kept his gaze down.

It was Jimin's turn. He could feel people gaping at him and how his father's scent was so sour, hinting -at anger. Jimin kept the rose and without even looking back he ran. He didn't know where to go. But all he wanted was to run away from everything...Everything that was happening in his life…Taehyung on seeing this kept his rose and started running in the direction where Jimin went. Jungkook wanted to go to Jimin and seeing Taehyung rush outwards, he was pissed. "Jungkook. Not now. Our professor. His cremation needs to be done and you have to be here. Calm down. Leave your shit later. Not now." Jin muttered. And with that, he stopped. He will deal with this later. Cremation needs to be done. His favorite professor needs to rest… in peace…

" Rest in peace professor" Jungkook muttered and with that, they proceeded to the cremation ground.

With the professor's cremation done, everyone started going back to their dorms. It's a holiday after all. The sky suddenly started being so bleak and it started to rain. While everyone was busy running around, finding a good shelter to not drench themselves in. Jimin was there sitting under a tree drenching himself and crying. Taehyung found him like that, being all miserable. He was quick enough to embrace him, giving him an empty shoulder to lean on.

Taehyung didn't check the time. Not even once. The sobs hushed down along with the rain and Taehyung was sure that Jimin was going to catch a fever. For how long were they sitting here like this?

" Are you Park Jimin?" A sudden voice made both of them look at the owner of the voice.

Jimin looked at him numb and he just nodded yes.

" Your father is waiting for you. Please come with me." The security spoke again and Jimin figured out what it was.

" I guess it's the end of my beautiful melancholy and the beginning of a storm." With that Jimin got up and started strolling with the security who led the way and Taehyung would never leave his best friend alone.

" Are you done humiliating me Jimin? " asked Jimin's father. There was Jimin's father, Yoongi and Jungkook along with his friends in the room where their security led him.

Before Jimin could utter anything, Taehyung spoke. " It wasn't at all Jimin's fault, uncle."

" Oh really? Then tell me whose fault it is? Because see this… Scroll through social media. The media is celebrating this." And Taehyung saw all the pictures of them both and the captions, they suck. He sighed.

" Jimin is going to be home for a week, I don't care if he loses his class. He is not going to step out of the house" Mr. Park was furious.

" Father- " Yoongi's words were cut off by Mr park again telling him he shouldn't meddle in this.

" Park Jimin will not go anywhere," Taehyung spoke surprising everyone.

" Tae… Please. Stop." Jimin's eyes widened in surprise.

" No Jimin. They should stop this. What nonsense - " Taehyung started speaking, taking hold of Jimin's hands.

Jungkook, the moment he saw Taehyung touching his omega, stood from the chair and took hold of Jimin, pulling him closer to himself. " And who the hell are you to say what to decide about my omega? " Jungkook snarled.

" Stop being an alpha dickhead doc." Taehyung growled at him and the rotten angry alpha pheromones began stinking up the whole place.

" Whoa. Calm down. Stop the pheromones… Don't forget there are omegas" Jin scrunched his nose and progressed to Jimin and hugged him. Omegas find solace in other omegas. That's natural. And being swathed by alphas and smelling all these nasty pheromones makes an omega powerless. So Jin being a mated omega did the right thing, protecting the vulnerable little omega in the room.

" Let's do one thing. Let's all go back to my home. We will continue with the discussion there. With reporters and all the ruckus, it's better that way. And you Kim Taehyung, please keep your distance from Jimin." Mr. Park said, sighing for the nth time. Taehyung wanted to protest but seeing Jimin's pleading eyes, he just walked out of the room in anger.

On the ride back home, Jimin was with his father and brother. His father reminded him each second that he is nothing but senseless and useless and Yoongi tried hard to stop his father but couldn't. Jimin stared out of the window, he could hear all the names his alpha father called him but he decided it was better to act as if he wasn't paying attention. His omega was whimpering in agony.

Jimin was standing with his mother and his father was glaring at him occasionally.

" As Mr. Jeon is also here. Please, tell us what's next. I will make sure that Jimin doesn't do anything ridiculous again. Please give us a chance." Mr. Park muttered, his hands fisting due to the stress.

" I want to marry and mate Jimin within a week." Jungkook's voice shocked everyone in the room.

" Jungkook, are you sure? With all this? Are you sure you want to mate him? And a week?" Mr. Jeon tried talking to his son. He voiced desperate to get his son out of this mating. Jeons are powerful people. They have everything and they didn't need an omega always in the limelight due to some sort of scandal, that too Kims.

" I'm certain of everything. Everything is going to calm down once the mating is done. And a week. That's enough. I want him to be my mate and just mine. I want no more articles about my mate being involved with someone else. I should have just done a press meet after the engagement." Jungkook spoke in an extremely low tone and was serious.

" Mr. Park, then I think we should prepone everything. This was indeed meant to happen one day. Let's make it early." Mr. Jeon looked at Mr. Park trying to figure out what his response was going to be from his face.

" Father, I think you should ask-" Yoongi muttered in his father's ears

" You think there's any necessity for that? Will any other suitors come and ask for that little wench knowing about all these? Not everyone is going to be the little alpha who is blindly attracted to his face." Mr. Park shut his son's mouth all at once. Yoongi was enraged with the words he chose to describe his brother. But, if things don't go his way, it's their mother who's gonna suffer. So it's not like he has any option.

" I'm okay with that," said Mr park.

" Next full moon…when's it? Coming Friday? Oh, we hardly have 3 days."

" Don't worry, the wedding venue can be one of our hotels. I'm sure our employees are very diligent when it comes to working events like this." Mr. Park rose from his seat and shook hands with Mr. Jeon.

" Well, I am sure the Jeon workers are also gonna be helpful. I'll send the event management team to assist with yours. It's my son's mating after all." Mr. Jeon chucked and Mr. Park agreed to the offer.

With that looking at Jimin one last time the Jeons and Jungkook's friends retreated.

" Do you think it was so nice of you to just randomly bomb the mating thing to Jimin? That poor thing was distressed." Jin was furious.

" Joon… Can you ask your omega to shut his fucking mouth and stop eating my brain? I'm already just losing my mind. I need vodka." Jungkook got into the car and drove off.

" Jin, you know how Kook is. Possessive asshole and that's just some alpha shit he's dealing with. It's so painful and our alphas feel powerless when our omega is with some other random alpha. And Kook isn't familiar with that high schooler. But, that little Kim is surely in love with Jimin. I could feel it." Namjoon just tried to calm Jin down and Jin just nodded.

Back in Park Mansion:

" Who's getting married? Me? But no one asked me. Not even you, not even Yoongi. My father called me a whore. And a random stranger alpha wants to mate with me, not even marry… and you… You guys didn't ask me. What about me? What about my tests next Monday? I had just one week to study and now I am getting sold? Wow" Jimin's voice sounded broken, his pheromones were very sour and his mom was trying to calm him down.

" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It is all over the internet. Your father was so furious when he found it out. Then, he called and yelled at me, which is fine. Jimin, if you want to leave this place, tell me. I'll help you." Jimin's mom was sobbing too at this point.

" What about you? Will you come with me? " Jimin was curious.

" I can't. Where can I even hide? You know your father can even get help from the police to find me and bring me back here because I am bound to him for life." Jimin's mother wanted to escape… But there is no point in planning it. She is going to end back at the place she started her journey. That's how the rules are.

" Mom, I am fine. Fine with this marriage. Okay? Don't stress. Let's get married within 3 days. Oh, what an adventure." Jimin smiled at his mother but couldn't for long when his mom looked at him like that. He cried. He cried on her shoulders. Jimin knew… If she helped him, or if he flees from this wretched place, he is gonna get a piece of news that his mom has committed suicide. For outsiders, it's going to merely be a suicide of a lady who couldn't accept that her son just fled from her home. But, Jimin knows. He knows it's gonna be a murder. His father is going to kill his mother. And the best is… Accept the situation… He doesn't want to think about anything. So he shut his brain and put on some really loud music once his mom left him all alone. He didn't want his mom to be punished because of him… With tears running down relentlessly, sleep took over him.

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" Jimin, where are you going? " His mom had wide eyes when he saw Jimin all ready to go out.

" Mom, I- I really have to attend the test. Please. What? Father really meant it when he said I am on house arrest? No way mother. This is just. What? I am getting married just like he wished for me to. Let me do this. I worked for this day and night. You can't just make me toss all my efforts and pain in a a garbage can all of a sudden" The sudden outburst was absolutely not intentional. But Jimin was not truly in his right state. Well, how can he be in one?

" Omega. I don't want any voice coming out from your filthy mouth. One. It's you who dug a hole for yourself by being so defiant. I told you not to be attached to that alpha boy sniffing around you. Second. You should thank Jungkook that he agreed on to give you a fucking chance. Who would have married you? Have you read the articles that came yesterday? In one it was said that you both were even seen in some damn hotel and you are pregnant. Which I understand is completely not factual because I have guards spying on you but still. Your fate as an omega is decided by some lines in a damn article. Accept it or not, you are a damn omega. The business world is so cunning. And you- omega is not going out today." His father's words were certain. He wasn't going to leave him anywhere.

" Father, I just got another message that we are having a practical test today. It was meant to happen yesterday but it got postponed. Please. I beg you. "Jimin was practically begging to his father and his father just ignored him.

" what's going on? " A voice made everyone shift their gazes off from Jimin to the owner of the voice.

" oh, Good morning Jungkook, Good morning Mrs. Jeon. Oh, it's just nothing. Jimin is having a test today and with marriage and everything, how can he leave? So he isn't going. Jimin is now confused about what he should wear or something, a slight clash with his mom. Nothing else." Me Jeon was stuttering in between, he couldn't bring up another idea so he said whatever came o his mind.

" Oh, Jimin. Don't worry. Mom will help you out and I brought this giant alpha to take you out somewhere to spend some time alone with you while I discuss designs and everything with Mrs. Park here" Mrs. Jeon was so excited. Her voice beamed with merriment.

" Jimin, get ready. Your alpha is here to take you out. Get ready quickly. " Mr. Jeon ordered and Jimin got up from the floor, wiped off the tears in his eyes, looked at his mom, and proceeded to his room.

" Please, Mrs. Jeon and Alpha Jungkook, I'll bring in some tea for you both." Mrs. Park led them both to the living room.

While both ladies had a basic chit chat and started talking about decorations, Jungkook and Mr. Jeon were sitting. Jimin just wore a sweatshirt and jeans and came back. He didn't want anything bad to happen again. He saw the marks on his mom's face while Mrs Jeon was speaking to his mom. His father bet her again. And that too because of him. His mom is his everything.

Jungkook stood up seeing Jimin and sat in the car, tension evident. Jimin was trying to control his anxiety by fiddling his hands.

" Pretty weather today huh?" Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to initiate a conversation.

" hmm." Jimin didn't want to speak with an alpha who just annihilated his whole life. Jungkook just sighed and drove off and stopped his car on reaching the destination. Jimin was so lost in his own thoughts that he wasn't aware of the car stopping or Jungkook stepping out. He basically flinched out of his seat because of the sudden opening of the car seat on his side.

" Oh, sorry. Jimin can you please get down?" Jimin obeyed. Obedience is what his father wanted.

" Jimin, just go attend your tests. I'll come with you till class. I have a meeting with one of your professors." Jungkook's voice made Jimin's breathing stop because of astonishment. Jimin didn't know if Jungkook was trying to help him. But he knew one thing. He was thankful to him for doing this. Or else he would have gained a backlog this semester and for medicine that sucks.

Jimin walked with him but suddenly jungkook grabbed him and led him to an empty class.

" Why? Why are we here alpha? " Jimin was beyond scared.

" It's just that my alpha is all so restless and before going inside that room, I want to scent you." Jimin's eyes went wide and he mumbled " no".

" It's either me scenting you and you take that test or we leave here Jimin. My alpha is very possessive and you very well know what triggered this." Jungkook sounded uncompromising.

" Okay," Jimin spoke up with a heavy heart and adjusted his sweatshirt a bit. A bit. Nothing more than that. With that Jungkook leaned in to scent him. Scenting is a very intimate process. No alphas other than their mates are permitted to scent an omega during their lifetime in traditional families like Parks and Jeons. It's always rich families that have some weird old traditions. And this is the second time he was being scented. But Jimin can never get used to another alpha being this intimate with him.

Jungkook went for his scent gland, moaning at the subtle scent that he is getting because of all the scent blockers. His lips yearned to graze through his neck and he let him do it. While Jimin's grip on his sweatshirt tightened, and he closed his eyes, giving a pep talk that he is alright to himself while his omega was portraying his primal nature, purring. Jungkook's hold on Jimin tightened while he yanked Jimin closer and Jimin felt like Jungkook was going overboard. Before he skids into an anxiety attack, Jimin pushed Jungkook slightly, indicating him to stop while Jungkook growled initially and left the hold on Jimin closing his flickering red eyes and taking a deep breath. The next time he opened his eyes, it was again back to its original state.

" I got a bit distracted but let's save it for the mating day. Come, let's go inside, and all the best for your test. No, alpha guys. No touching. Understand? " Jimin felt like he was being controlled. A mere doll being programmed. He just nodded his head and started walking drenched in Jungkook's pheromones. Jimin reeked of an alpha who marked his territory.

" Jimin, you came… Oh damn this dickhead. I'm going to slaughter him." It was Taehyung. Scrunching his nose and glaring at Jungkook with disgust.

" Oh hey, kid. Just came to drop my omega here for the test. Very nice to see you. " Jungkook rolled his eyes glaring at him back, mocking him while his hands reached Jimin's waist, pulling Jimin close to him.

"Alpha, I'll get going. The test is going to start now." with that Jimin walked inside while Taehyung just followed Jimin.

" Jimin, I'll be in professor Kang's office. I'll come here once the test is over. Remember everything that I said." Jungkook muttered and looked at Taehyung for one more time, before leaving.

" Jimin, God! I-``Jimin cut Tae off by saying " let's just attend the test. Please." and Tae nodded.

The bell rang, Jimin started the test and as always he finished off first. Usually, Jimin waits for Tae to finish off his practical helping him in between when the faculty isn't watching, today well wasn't a day like that. Tea saw him leaving but Jimin didn't turn back. He had enough.

"Jimin," Taehyung yelled.

" Kim Taehyung, if you wish to go with your friend, please leave now and give me the paper showing me what you have done. Or else sit there and do your work and submit." The faculty was strict and Tae sat down sighing not knowing what to do.

Jimin knocked on the faculty cabin and the professor opened.

" oh! Isn't this the very bright student that Mr Han adores? I… What was your name again young omega?" M
The professor was a bit old but he was an expert in his field.

" This professor is Jimin. Soon to be Jeon Jimin" Before Jimin could speak, it was Jungkook who answered for him. The professor looked at Jungkook surprised. And said congratulations and they both left the place and went out to a very luxurious clothing store.

" My omega, it's for him. Just show me all the latest collections, just bring it in his size." Jungkook instructed the salesperson and bought everything to his liking.

" Is there anything in particular that you like or want? " He asked Jimin.

" Nothing. I want nothing." Jimin retorted as if he was a robot. This man in front of him doesn't even know his favorites. His likes and preferences seem to be completely different than Jimins and Jimin scoffed at that mere thought. Did he really think that he is gonna get a charming prince who is madly in love with him? Well, turns out it's all opposite. Jimin just started pitying his existence even more. Will this ever change? Is this marriage going to be just like his parents? No, it's just going to be like that. Jimin couldn't think of having a happy life anymore. It doesn't function that way for him. His life is a mess, a vicious mess that is slowly strangling and choking him up.

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Jimin didn't know at what time he reached back. His test went well, better than he expected. After being just a porcelain doll for the alpha doctors' preferences, Jimin was exhausted. When Jungkook said he was taking Jimin out for dinner, Jimin wanted to stop him, but he looked at Jungkook and figured out what his eyes meant. That wasn't a question. It was a clear-cut statement. Oh, how Jimin pitied himself for even presuming he had a choice in any of these shits happening.

The dinner went in a buzz with Jimin being in his own little land, barely swallowing anything and Jungkook appeared busy too. He was actually trying to help a junior surgeon with some surgery.
“ Jimin, let’s finish this real quick. God, the newly recruited surgeon is such a waste that I just wish that I can just kill him with my own hands. I’m really sorry Jimin. But, once we are mated, we’ll have a whole life for all these. Let's leave." And with that Jungkook asked one of his drivers to come quickly to drop Jimin off while he drove off to the hospital.

Jimin was flooded with many questions about coming home alone without the alpha and his father wasn't convinced until he got a text from Jungkook elucidating the situation. And that too, Jimin got an earful for not entertaining Jungkook enough. What more should he have done? Spread his legs for him to 'entertain' him?

Jimin removed his clothes and the warm water soon tried to soothe his muscles, giving him a very peaceful sensation across his body. He wanted to be in the tub, with the soothing scent of lavender coming from the burning scented candles for hours. He grabbed a book on gynecology with him as he is having an extremely important test. This test is being done to select one candidate who can assist a famous doctor whose identity is not yet disclosed to observe the delivery and help him with basic medical apparatus and necessary drugs. For Jimin, this is a lifetime opportunity and for that, he has to prepare well. But, Jimin doesn't know if he can even attend his lessons after the mating. He just put away those thoughts by thinking knowledge will always be helpful.

He doesn't know how many hours passed by. His long hair is something he isn't fond of right now because it's not easy to take care of that and Jimin doesn't have enough time to even detangle his hair and brush it well. Endnote- Jimin hates his hair. Then why is he growing it? Because of his father who says omegas should always have their hair long. Jimin always rolls his eyes thinking about that.

Jimin shut his eyes when his phone started ringing. It was Kim Taehyung, his best friend. Jimin sighed. He doesn't want to deal with him. What would he even tell him? He silenced the phone. And started showering. Shampooing and conditioning his hair, drying it, he stepped out of his bathroom in his bathrobe. He can do the rest in his bedroom, peacefully.

Just when he was about to remove his robe, he caught a whiff of an alpha scent and Jimin screamed, stunned completely while the alpha covered his mouth.

" Jimin, it's me. Jungkook." Jimin opened his eyes and he gawked at the two big brown eyes in front of him, staring back at him.

Jimin pushed the man, turned back, and tightened his robe before he turned to face the man again.

" I'm sorry for scaring you. But I am here to give you this toe ring. Traditions you know. If you just lift your feet a bit, I'll make you wear it myself." Jimin nodded. This is a mating ritual. The alpha himself will make them wear it. This ritual takes place 2 days before the mating.

Jimin sat down on the bed, the alpha lifted his right foot a bit and Jimin felt weird when his cold hands took hold of his tiny foot. He hissed a bit when the toe ring made its way to one of his toe fingers. And Jungkook slowed down. He carefully made him wear that.

" Done Jimin." Jimin nodded, not uttering a word.

" Jimin, 2 more days. Good night. I'm sure that you are tired. Bye." With that Jungkook took off and Jimin was too tired to do anything so he dozed off.

With endless missed calls from Taehyung and endless family members inside his house, Jimin didn't even comprehend that another day is completely about to be over. Jimin was being measured, his mother and aunt trying various diamonds on him to find which goes with the dress and his house was a mess with people, and kids running around.

A day before the mating, there's this ritual that every omega is excited and teasy about. So Jimin was dressed beautifully for the function and he was made to sit in the middle of the huge hall inside the mansion. This ceremony is just for the omegas in the family to attend and some closer omegas from the alpha's family.

Jimin's dress was simply a burgundy crop top and a tulle skirt of the same color and with lighting and everything, Jimin was glistening. That expensive diamond necklace that Jimin has on his neck is going to surely blind someone with the sparkle. Jimin could actually care less. While maids were too busy curling, waving, straightening, or whatever the fuck with his hair and doing all the makeup, Jimin was thinking of the missed classes. Typical enthusiastic medico behavior or as Tae refers to this, the Jimin medico syndrome. Jimin had a small smile thinking about Taehyung.

" Thinking about your soon-to-be mate Jimin-ah?" His annoying aunt was back to annoy him yet again.

" No. I was thinking about how your son told me that he was going to throw acid on my face if I rejected him and how my father almost killed him because he wanted me to have a better alliance. " Jimin simply said and all of his other aunts laughed hard seeing the humiliated face of his aunt. Oh, anyway he is leaving the house. He thought of properly saying goodbye to each of his family members who irritated him personally but then suddenly the thought of leaving the family behind hit him hard. Tomorrow is his wedding and this home is no longer going to be his anymore.

" Alpha's family is here. Bring Jimin to the hall." one of Jimin's aunts screeched. She was running all the way here for this and she went straight away to the gossip gang telling them how handsome that alpha is and how Jimin got a good catch. Jimin was taken to the hall. His father was sure to invest a lot in this business deal. Jimin scoffed at seeing all the decorations.

He was made to sit in the middle and the whole hall was a gossip place about how some omega ran away and how her mother is a whore for letting something like this happen. The door opened. The sound made him start fiddling with his skirt. Giggled filled the room and he could hear omegas teasing the alpha.

" Oh my my my! Look at this gorgeous bride of my son. My dear omegas, I present before you soon to be well, almost Jeon Jimin." Jungkook's mom rushed towards Jimin and Jimin bowed at her and smiled nervously, anxiety hitting its peak.

" Hello everyone." Jimin bowed in front of everyone.

Refreshments were served to those who came. Everyone came with a gift and that's a mandatory thing to do. Jimin accepted them and thanked them while Mrs. Jeon just introduced them to Jimin and after the first person, Jimin felt exhausted but continued. And the alpha was given a seat next to Jimin who gawked him every now and then, while he talked to his omega friend, Jin.

" You look really pretty. I can't wait to make you mine." Jungkook muttered. Jimin just looked at the owner of those husky low voice and looked away. Jimin sure hates the doctor and he can't believe himself. It's Jeon Jungkook sitting beside him. The man was one of Jimin's models whom he had immense respect for. But when he started finding surgery a very difficult topic, he used to be so jealous of Jeon Jungkook and when the professor used to proudly announce to the class how the entire class was stupid and how they all should be like Jeon Jungkook, he started hating him. Jimin hates losing. While he became the topper in every subject, he couldn't excel in one thing. Surgery. And the man next to him is a hard competition for him.

Jimin concluded. Just like he hates surgery, he will hate the surgeon. Oops, he already hates him.

" Time for the ceremony." Mrs. Jeon announced and gave her son the waistband. A beautiful silver one with sparkling diamonds in it. It was perfect and simple. Jimin sighed. At least it's not heavy. Some omegas legit are made to wear almost 1 kg of some shit like this, extremely heavy ones.

Jimin's mom helped him to shift his skirt a bit more down, providing enough for Jungkook to make him wear the dazzling jewelry.

That's when Jimin noticed one thing. 'JJK', in between the small diamonds. Oh yeah, he is the property of JJK now. Jimin wanted to cry. His face became so red.
felt the alpha's fingers brushing a little when the coldness of the jewelry embraced his beautiful milky white skin. His hourglass figure was perfectly enhanced by the silver jewelry.

Jimin's mom noticed the distressed fave of her son and quickly embraced him.

" Mom, I'm … I can't breathe. I need to get out. Please." He muttered.

" Oh, a wardrobe emergency. If you excuse us a bit, we will join you all soon. The food is arranged. Our maids will guide you. I'll come right back with Jimin. Please enjoy." With that Jimin's mom took his son away from the clamorous huddled place.

" Calm down Jimin." Mrs. Jeon took him to a room and locked it while he gave Jimin some water to drink.

" Mom, how can I? I belong to him now. I'm done. I thought I could accept everything, I'm trying but I can't." Jimin tried hard not to ruin his makeup too much because he has to go out in front of hundreds of guests.

" Jimin, I know baby. I know it's hard for you. But, what if it's a chance for you to get out of this place? What's worse than this house anyway? Think about the good part. Your father is not gonna be in charge of your life. Everything's going to be okay." His mom tried convincing him, while she herself was breaking down internally.

" I dont know what to believe mom. It's not like I am going to be free. If I was being chained and tamed by my father, now it's going to be a stranger husband. Nothing's going to change. It's my fate. I love you. I won't disappoint you and I don't want to hurt you." He hugged his mother. A knock made them separate.

" Master is looking for you, madam" A maid informed them.

" Tell him we are coming," Mrs. Park replied before they both walked out together.

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When the two omegas stepped out of the room, they were welcomed by the glaring alpha whose eyes were almost red out of anger. But, the alpha tried to compose himself and resumed greeting the guests.

Jimin was seated somewhere so the Jeon family could get to know the new addition to their family and their questions were making Jimin exhausted. He doesn't want to respond and the foreign metal on his waist is making him more and more irritated.

"Jimin, come with me." It was Jin who gave him a hand and took him from the nosy bunch of omegas and Jimin excused himself while he went with him.

" It's difficult. Isn't it? I remember those days when it was my and Namjoon's mating ceremony. However, we had enough time to plan and act, yeah. What I wanted to say is that I know it's tough for you. But don't stress out a lot. I'll introduce you to a few of Jungkook's friends." Jin spoke while Jimin just nodded.

" Do I have to wear this after the mating too? Umm... Sorry. I haven't been to a lot of weddings nor do I have any omega cousins. They are all alphas and it's just me." Jimin asked, pointing to his waist chain.

" Oh, well. I don't actually wear it that often. In fact, I forgot where it even is. But, Joon's family isn't that conservative. And I am really sorry Jimin-ah. I don't think how things work with the Jeons. But, I must say they are pretty traditional." Jimin sighed understanding the hint.

" Don't be scared. Do you have anything else to ask me? Are you always this silent?" Jin's question made the younger omega smile.

" No. I'm fine. And yeah, I don't actually talk much. I'm an introvert honestly. Do you think Alpha Jungkook will permit me to go back to college?" Jimin asked nervously.

" Hmm… that's something you have to discuss with Jungkook. Isn't it?" Jin is actually not wrong.

" So, tell me how you got interested in gynecology. That day you told me it was me who helped you." Jin saw Jimin's eyes gleaming when the topic came out and for the first time during the whole ceremony, Jin saw Jimin smile. Jin smiled at Jimin, looking surprised that he knows more of the subject than he should at this point. And Jimin was smiling and talking nonstop about obstetrics.

“ Jin, we are leaving. In fact, Jimin should rest. It’s a big day tomorrow. I’m looking forward to welcoming you to our home Jimin. This is the day I have been waiting for ages. Sleep well Jimin. Jin, let’s leave. And Jungkook won't come to see you before we leave as you know because of the ritual and you will also stay here. Bye,” Mrs. Jeon caressed Jimin’s head and went along with Jin. Jin is an easygoing person. Thank God he changed his role model after the very first year.

While everyone slowly retreated to their homes, Jimin too went back to his room.

" Done with the packing Jiminie?" His mom had asked him to pack his stuff so that he can take the ones he need to his new home.

“ Jimin, can I sleep with my baby today?” It was Jimin’s mom. It’s probably their final day like this together.

“ yeah, sure.” Jimin nodded.

“ Mom, I want to ask you something.” the older woman nodded her head and Jimin was nervous before he asked, “ Will it hurt? The bite? Hmm… while m-mating”. Nervousness was evident in that whisper and Mrs park embraced the little omega before speaking “ Jimin. It does hurt a bit. I assure you that it’s going to be bearable. You were strong when you fell and broke your leg. This is nothing. Well, I can’t assure you about the mating. It’s not in our hands. Jimin, don’t think too much about it. And always be strong for your mother. Whenever you want to call me or something, just call me okay? I’ll be here. Your mother will always be here.”

With that Jimin and his mom, both settled on the bed. Both didn't utter a word after that. They were each other's solace. Now, it's a new chapter. A new life.

" Jimin, wake up little brother." It was Yoongi.

" Yoongi Hyung? Why did you even wake up this early? " Jimin asked, rubbing his eyes.

" I came to give you your favorite chocolate. Why the hell did you skip your dinner Jimin-ah? Anyways, eat it. Because. You know, you need it. You can't eat anything till the reception."

" I know. Hyung?" Yoongi looked at him, with tears threatening to spill.

" I'll forever be grateful that I got you as my brother. You are the best alpha even though you were raised by a shitty one. Sometimes I wonder how you are like this with his genes in your body." Jimin said.

" Maybe because I have a younger omega brother who was always so selfless and caring," Yoongi replied.

" I'll miss you," Jimin muttered, breaking the hug, tears already spilling from his eyes.

" I'll miss you too. And mom said you should eat this and freshen up because the stylists and everyone are gonna reach here soon." Jimin nodded. When Yoongi got out of his room, he bolted the door and burst into tears. He needn't be strong when no one is looking, right? And had a pretty long shower after that because of the things he had to use on his body for the rituals. Why would anyone bathe in a tub filled with rose water? Well, rich traditional omega's before the mating ceremony does and Jimin's one among them.

Once he was done showering, he wore a bathrobe and started drying his hair. Jimin was born with a vagina and a small penis, analogous to the clitoris. And that's the only difference he had with the female omegas… After his first heat, his boobs developed a bit. Not too much that needed a bra for its support but still Jimin was forced to wear a bra because he dreaded wardrobe malfunctions and when he was surrounded by a bunch of scrutinizing reporters, he wanted to be just sure. Sure that he is comfortable.

Once Jimin dried his hair, he ate the chocolate and was sitting near the window staring at the scenery.

" Coming." Jimin went to open the door. It was the stylist and her huge ass team.

It took hours. Hours for the makeup, and hair, and the stylists made sure the dress was perfect. A perfect white ball gown with a bluish hue towards the end of it gives Cinderella vibes. The Diamond necklace that he wore was going well with the gown that he was wearing. While everyone praised him for his beauty. One thing was lacking. His smile.

His mom cried when she saw Jimin while Yoongi too came to tell him how pretty his brother was looking and the photographers who were standing outside started taking his pictures.

" Let's get in before all of them barge inside. We don't have enough security here today as we have sent most of them to the venue. Jiminie, get inside this car. Mom you too." Yoongi nodded.

Reaching the venue, the bouncers had a hard time restricting media from entering the venue.

The music played, and Jimin was walked down the aisle by his alpha father much to his disdain.

While Jungkook was dressed in a royal blue tuxedo, it all made sense.

" Blue is my favorite color and I love that it suits you so much," Jimin remembered those words. That's why his gown is basically blue. The whole theme is blue because of it. He scoffed. Everything is based on Alpha Jungkook’s interests, isn’t it?

" Do you Alpha Jeon Jungkook accept Omega Park Jimin as your lawfully wedded omega wife and be with him in sickness and happiness until death pulls you apart?" The priest asked.

" Yes, I do," Jungkook said smiling. Why was he so happy? It's not like Jungkook knew anything about Jimin either.

" Do you, Omega Park Jimin, accept Alpha Jeon Jungkook as your lawfully wedded alpha husband and be with him in sickness and happiness until death pulls you apart?" This was the question that Jimin dreaded the whole time. Jimin felt like he couldn't speak. He looked at his mother, Yoongi and finally his impatient-looking father. They were all waiting for his response.

" Y- yes. I do," Jimin choked on his own saliva while saying those words.

The crowd started cheering with claps. Rose petals started falling and 'thousands years' started playing in the background. Wait. Thousand years is Jimin's favorite song though. Oh, maybe it's his too. If it's his favorite song too then Jimin was determined to find a new song as his favorite one.

Jungkook tied the final courting gift on his neck. A small pendant with JJK in it. It had a small butterfly filled with diamond stones too. It looked beautiful. This is a chain for omegas.

Jimin tried to restrain the tears that were threatening to come out of his eyes.

"I, pronounce Jeon Jungkook as Park Jimin's alpha and Jeon Jimin as Jeon Jungkook's omega. Ladies and gentlemen, Alpha Jeon Jungkook and his omega Jeon Jimin" The priest mumbled into the microphone and the words started ringing inside Jimin's head. Jeon Jimin. He is a Jeon now.

" You may kiss your omega now and seal the relationship." He could see Jungkook leaning closer to him. Some of them adored the height difference saying it's too cute to handle. Jimin felt Jungkook's lips on his. He was being kissed. He doesn't even know how to respond. His omega was howling inside him. The unique scent of the alpha invading his nostrils made his omega purr in delight while Jimin wanted to puke out of disgust. How can his omega side with this unknown alpha? How much primal is this stupid animal inside him?

When they broke the kiss, Jimin was trying to catch his breath.

" Don't worry. We will increase your lung capacity by practicing this more, Jeon Jimin" just how much of a jerk can a doctor be? Well, Jeon Jungkook can be the greatest example. Jimin's mom came and hugged him. He inhaled her calming scent and he let a lone tear escape from his eye.

" Mom, I am no longer your little omega. I'm married. Married to a stranger." Jimin whispered and looked at his mother. He couldn't properly see her because of the tears welled up inside his eyes.

" you will be okay, Jimin. I have said this before too. You are my brave strong kid. And you will always be my little omega." His mother kissed his forehead and helped him get inside the car. Their food is being arranged in the reception place which is one of the Jeon Hotel. And Park family will arrive there before the function. And since the wedding was small, the reception was arranged huge. And Jimin has to change his outfit and get ready. It's not like Jimin can eat before the reception. The cake which is being cut will be the first thing that the omega eats. And Jungkook is going to feed him. It's all outdated. But some families are stupid.

Jungkook looked at Jimin who was sobbing a bit inside the car. He thought of talking to him, then chose not to.

Reaching the Jeon hotel, both Jimin and Jungkook were led to two different rooms to get ready. Jimin was accompanied by his makeup artists and stylists. While Jungkook and his alpha friends went to another room where they will eat and take rest before getting ready.

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Stylists and make-up artists swarmed inside the room along with Jimin and now he started feeling lonely. His mom isn't there with him, and his brother isn't there to assure him.

While the makeup, done earlier for the wedding was removed by one, the others were helping him with removing his heavy wedding gown. It was a mess. Jimin wasn't even given enough time and space to breathe.

" Oh Jimin. I can't believe Namjoon told me 156 instead of 157." It was Jin, the only known figure in the room who barged inside. And Jimin felt relieved seeing him.

" Dr. Kim. Please be careful. This room is a mess. Just like me" He whispered the last part and Jin didn't comprehend what he said last due to the noise inside the room.

" You are such a sweetie. And call me Hyung from now on. This is Lisa. Jungkook's cousin sister. He is having 3 more but they are also quite busy getting dressed up. Lisa wanted to meet you." Jin introduced Lisa to Jimin.

" What Jungkook said was right. You are so flawless and gorgeous. Congratulations. Excuse me. Now, I'll just go get ready for the event too." And with that Lisa just ran out of the room leaving a baffled Jimin behind.

" Umm… how's the preparation going on? Okay, it's going perfectly well. Now, I'll also go get ready and I have a brat to dress up too. My daughter." Jin excused himself.

It took almost 3 hours for him to get ready and finally Mrs. Jeon came in to take Jimin to the reception area. The space was ornamented with lights, the moon glimmering dazzlingly over them. It was a very wonderful night. For some reason, Jimin forgot that he hasn't even had a bite of food apart from the chocolate that he had early in the morning.

" Jimin" It was his mom. She was also wearing a simple evening gown and was looking so lovely. Or maybe Jimin missed her so much that he felt as if he saw her after ages. Jimin did not even once want to see his husband nor did he search for him in the crowd. One thing was sure. Since he was wearing a burgundy evening gown with tons of heavy jewelry, for sure he is gonna be there wearing a burgundy suit.

" Mom, I missed you so much." And before Jimin could speak anything more, Mrs. Jeon pulled Jimin with her, introducing him to her relatives and friends.

Jimin ended up standing there greeting them like robots for what felt like hours before his mother-in-law took him to the podium.

The anchor started hosting the event. And Jimin was made to stand next to Jungkook who grinned at him before muttering " You look ravishing as always." The lighting, the photographing, his heavy dress, and his makeup were slowly exhausting him.

While cutting the cake, Jimin felt like he would actually fall down if he stood for any longer. They both cut the wedding cake as per the ritual and fed each other. Jimin started getting light-headed at this point and slightly fell back and Jungkook held him before he fell down.

" Are you okay? You- wait. Your pulse is weak. Now that the ritual is finished, let's go eat something" Jungkook spoke and Jimin just nodded, walking behind Jungkook.

Jimin didn't want much. More like couldn't. But the lime that he got was indeed a booster. And the heavy music, scents, everything started to annoy Jimin. Jimin then saw Yoongi along with a few of his colleagues and went to him after eating. Jungkook was occupied with his guests too.

" Jimin, whenever you want me, I'll always be there. Never forget that. I'm going to live with this regret my whole life. Please just forgive your brother for being such an asshole." Yoongi and Jimin were sitting near the pool where it was less congested and noisy.

" Yoongi. You are doing this again. Let's just forget all this. And I don't think I will go back to the hostel. Hell, I don't even know if I'm going back to college to study. God!. At this point, I don't even know how Tae is going to react. I have been dodging his calls. Hyung, just call him once and tell him I need some time. And I'll talk to him when I'm willing to talk." Yoongi nodded, taking his brother's hands while side-hugging Jimin.

Jungkook and Jimin were asked to be on the dance floor. So, Jungkook came to take him and Jimin had to let go of Yoongi's hands before he took Jungkook's.

Slow music started playing, and the lights dimmed. The applause of the audience died down, welcoming the young couple to the dance floor, as Jimin tried to ignore the stares we received. At last, they took their places and waited for the soft flow of music to begin. Once it started, they both looked at each other and Jimin had a lot of questions to tak the man in front of him. While Jungkooks eyes were showing a spark, an intense feeling of seeing something so precious. They circled each other, their gaze remained locked. Jungkook placed his hand on Jimin's back, Jimin's hand on his shoulder, and their free hands finally found a way to lock with each other with Jungkook taking Jimin's hand on his. Together, they danced to the music, their feet in perfect sync with the beating of Jimin's Heart. As the song progressed Jimin felt relaxed and allowed a small smile to form on my lips. Music and dance were something that Jimin always used to love. It was his hobby that made him feel as if he had wings to fly. They were perfect.

Jimin's POV:

This whole wedding is perfect. His eyes, his dark golden brown kaleidoscope eyes, were intense and irresistible for everyone. Not for me. One thing was for sure… There are tons of omegas not at all happy with Jeon Jungkook mating me. Me too. I'm on your side. It could have been one of you. But it's me, the unluckiest omega in the world. I couldn't help but sigh again. My focus is long gone. I just want to go away from these prying eyes and shut myself down completely.

His stare to be honest is horrifying me. I can see Yoongi hyung and mom on the dance floor. Yoongi hyung isn't interested in the omegas gawking at him. Mom isn't happy. They both smiled at me, noticing me looking at them. I just want to rewind time and spend more time with them. I remember those days when Yoongi hyung fought with security to let him enter the omega hostel. How silly was he? He eventually just bribed him and the security had to smuggle food inside the hostel for me.

When I had my first heat, I thought I was dying. It was hurting everywhere. And mom had to force-feed me while I was literally begging Park Hyungsik to fuck me. Well, I was literally a huge fan of his dramas. And boy, he was so cute and a charming CEO. "He is so CUTE!". Yoongi hyung always used to make fun of me with this.

I never treasured these memories this fondly. I needed this day for me to realize how much those moments mattered to me. It's always like that, isn't it? We won't feel it's something we wanted unless it's completely lost.

The crowd's huge cheering brought me back to the world I am in right now. I'm in Jungkook's world. And it seems like I'm stuck in this world forever.

The party ended with some performances and all the while Jin hyung sat next to me and entertained me. And Jungkook too introduced his colleagues to me. Jin hyung is the nicest person as of now.

" Jimin-ah we are leaving" It was Yoongi hyung speaking to me and I felt like my heart was being torn apart. They are leaving me here. They are leaving me with some alpha I don't know forever. I couldn't stop my tears anymore. I threw myself into my mother's arms and I started sobbing. Only Jungkook's family as well as mine were there and also Jungkook's closest friends. And then I looked at Yoongi hyung whose eyes were literally dwelling with fresh tears. I hugged him and he just asked me to stay strong and call him. And then I looked at my father. He hugged me slightly and told me to be a good omega for Jungkook. What more does he want from me? I couldn't believe it. Is this man really my father?

" Don't worry. We will always take care of him. Jungkook is going to take care of him" It was Mrs. Jeon who tried to assure my family.

" Take care of Jimin. He is my life." Yoongi mumbled giving a handshake to Jungkook.

" I will. Don't worry." Jungkook replied.

And just like that, they left. Without even looking back at me for once, they left me here with the Jeons. And Jin hyung was the one who came to calm me down and I got hold of myself. One thing I hate is crying in front of someone else.

" Why is Snow White crying? Tell him the prince is going to come to kiss soon." It was the little girl looking just like Jin hyung chirping. And I looked at that cute being and chuckled. She is cute.

" Oh baby, Snow White is having his prince already. Kookie here is his prince, angel. " It was Namjoon hyung and the girl just started laughing saying Kookie.

" She loves Kookie. Ah! Jungkook a lot! " Jin explained who's Kookie to me. Why would I care if she likes him? I looked at Jungkook, and the moment he looked at me, I looked at the kid and chuckled listening to all the noises she was producing.

" Jimin, we are departing for our family manor. It's a tradition that mating happens there. Ah! We have no time. Let's go. " I nodded saying goodbye to Jin Hyung and Namjoon hyung.

In the Jeon Mansion:

I looked at the huge gate and sighed. From one jail to another.

" Jeon Jimin, welcome home. Please take this primrose and plant it in the moon garden we have." I looked at them in utmost horror. Who plants at night? I haven't heard of any tradition like this.

And with Jungkook and his parents who led the way I started walking with the primrose. And when I reached the moon garden, I must say I was surprised. It was a beautiful garden filled with night-blooming flowers and the smell of jasmines was enticing.

" Jungkook, help him." Mr. Jeon spoke and Jungkook smiled at me before he started helping me. His fingers unknowingly or knowingly brushed against mine and avoided him.

Upon planting it together and chanting some prayers offered to Luna, our moon goddess, we walked back to the mansion.

" From today onwards, you are a Jeon. My omega son. Jungkook will take you to your room. Your luggage is already there. Please freshen up within thirty minutes. The auspicious time for mating starts after that. Hurry up. Jungkook, go." Mrs. Jeon was smiling. She even was tearing up saying it's happy tears.

" Let's go to our room, shall we? " Jungkook took my hands and started climbing the stairs. The word 'our' is making bile rush up my mouth. The mansion is huge. All mansions are huge. There were paintings hung on the wall, chandeliers… Huge pictures of Jungkook and his parents… crystals, and some expensive shits. It's the same. Just a big place made of concrete walls and bricks. I'm sure this place can never be my home.

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Jimin's POV:

" Here we are. Freshen up Jimin. I'll quickly take a shower in the other room otherwise we won't make it on time." I nodded and he walked out, taking his clothes.

There's nothing but black and blue here. Yeah, dominance. Very alpha of him. This room is nothing like me. I already feel like I don't belong here.

And I had stylists and all the shit ass people to make me beautiful today but none here to help me get rid of this shit ass dress. Why is the zipper not opening? Thank God! The struggle was real, I can finally breathe. My hands soon went searching for the damn corset. Ah! As I unclamped and freed my small breasts, you can't tell me otherwise. This is the best feeling in the universe.

I opened my luggage and found my vanity box. Upon grabbing some makeup remover wipes, cleanser, cleansing balm, everything that I have, I went straight in front of the big mirror inside the bathroom. This is why I hate makeup. After scrubbing and removing the last tint of makeup, I head straight into the shower. God, finally. I quickly applied some shower gel and had a quick shower. When I got outside, that's when the reality hit me for the nth time, its mating ceremony, not something like putting all shitty jewelleries on me.

I suddenly can't breathe. One. Two. Three. Breathe. Calm down. I am okay. I tried to find my pill for anxiety. Yep. I'm clinically diagnosed for depression and anxiety for year's and these pills are not just any pills. I call them, my numbing pills. But, where is it?

" Jimin-ah! Open the door". Oh! Snap! I can't. Shit! Where the fuck is the damn medicine. Okay I have to open the door before she yells further. This Mrs jeon can sometimes be so irritating, or maybe I dont know her well.

I want to open the door. I was wearing a pyjama set. And she came to me with a packet. Now what is this for?

" Wear this. It's for the ceremony. And let me call Jungkook before I speak anything more. Just change it quick, wear a robe and come out." And I nodded and went inside the dressing room.

Damn. This woman just came in to give me a damn baby doll dress! Gosh! This is freaking me out! Mom. I need mom. I want to call my mom. And I quickly dialled her number. Two rings, that's all it took for her to take my call.

" Mom, Mrs. Jeon gave me some lingerie to wear now." I was whispering.

" Jimin, if she gave you that. Please do wear it. She mentioned some customary dress during mating" My mom sounded more nervous than I was.

" mom, you knew about this. You knew this isn't going to be just-" I couldn't complete my whole sentence because of a sudden knock on the door.

" I'm sorr-'' That's it. I don't want to hear her sorry. Can someone please get me out of this place? I want to just cry. Another knock and I just said " coming" before I wore the dress and put on a robe and barged out. Nothing can stop this from happening. Mother is going to be killed if I do something wrong. My mother is my everything. It's just for her and all for her.

" Jungkook, Jimin, please drink this. I'll see you tomorrow." She was there till we finished the drink. It was actually as if we were drinking alcohol. Tae told me it burns up your throat but gives a nice feeling once it reaches down. It burned my throat, yes. But, the sensation. It isn't even close to nice.

Suddenly, the room became warm for me. I heard Mrs. Jeon asking Jungkook to shut the door. And I heard him bolting the door. It's just the two of us, locked in a single room. Wait. Why am I here?

Ah! The pain, from where is it coming? It's hurting me. And I saw how Jungkook was in similar pain too. He was grabbing his hair.

" Jimin… please eat that," Jungkook muttered out of difficulty, pointing at the table.

"Eat what? I can't reach the table. I am not able to walk. What's going on Jungk-koo-k ssi?" I tried to communicate with him but couldn't. It is as if someone was clawing from my insides.

" Jimin… I-" I turned to look at him, clutching my stomach. That's when I saw his eyes. It's red.

"Come here omega" it is his alpha speaking.

" Please don't do any- anything." I tried to beg. But I knew it was clearly going to make zero difference.

The alpha is nearing me. With each passing second, I can literally feel my body heating up. I'm sweating. The alpha scent of him is driving me crazy. God! I'm not able to think of anything. I can't bear the pain anymore. The heat is just. I can feel me getting wet now, slick? Is it slick? Am I in heat?

End of Jimin's POV

The sudden warmth soon turned out as if they were suddenly teleported to the sun. Their breathing became abnormal. Their eyes changed into red and blue.

Next morning, Jimin was the first one to wake up. He grabbed his head with both of his hands. He didn't know from where the pain was rushing up. He rubbed his eyes and opened and closed many times before he could clearly see something.

He looked down, his eyes widened. He wanted to scream but bit his trembling lips before he checked. He was naked. He was naked and it's not just him. His 'husband' is also naked.

Tears starring finding it's own way out of Jimin's eyes. He took hold of a robe and looked around. The dirty stench of sex. The scent of slick and cum. The scent of his and… Jimin looked at the ripped clothes on the floor and couldn't just stop hyperventilating. He barged inside the washroom and locked it.

He undressed himself and stood in front of the large mirror. There it is. There's a toe ring, a waist chain, his nuptial chain and a ring. And then… there it is. Right on his neck. A mating bite. He is officially mated.

Jimin turned on the shower. He was numb. The pain he felt earlier, he didn't feel it now. What ached more was his heart. He felt so stupid that how as a teenager he had dreams about his wedding and the lovely night after that. But for him, in reality, it just turned out to be a horrifying nightmare. It's not like he didn't know. He knew this would be happening and it was meant to happen yesterday. But what hurt him more was that he wasn't even considered as a person. He was considered as a commodity to sell off and he was used as a toy to find pleasure in… without his permission. And the worse part? He remembers nothing.

Was it for getting raped and fucked that his mom asked him to restrict anyone from even touching him? No one has asked for his consent. Not his father and now his husband.

Jimin started scrubbing his body. Scrubbing each nook and corner of his body like a person who was insane. And then he gave up, he sat on the wet floor under the shower and broke down completely. He showered after gathering himself and came out to take his clothes before getting ready for the day.

Jimin's POV:

It's not anyone's fault. If someone is at fault, it's me. It's my fault that I am weak and a fucking piece of shit. I was looking outside the window, when I heard him call me."Jimin? " I turned around.

" Jimin. I'm-" Jungkook was stopped by a knock again.

He looked for his boxers and wore them while I turned my back, not wanting to see anything. I'm traumatized enough. I saw Jungkook picking up the ripped clothes before he opened the door and I turned back.

" Congratulations Kookie." It's his mom. She asked if it was okay if she came inside and Jungkook opened the door wide, letting her inside.

" Jiminie! Is it hurting so bad? I have some herbs for the pain from the mating mark. But, congratulations. I'm really happy. I see that you are an early riser. Come with me dear. Jungkook, get ready and come down. I'll show Jimin around." Mrs jeon was shooting questions and talking nonstop.

" It's fine but the pain is meant to be there isn't it? It's ok. I can endure pain very well Mrs. Jeon." I replied unsure how to answer multiple questions at the same time.

" Mom, I actually need to talk to Jimin. And I'll send you after that. '' Jungkook wanted to talk to me. This isn't happening right now. And the last thing I want is 'about last night talk', when I remember nothing. And just like that Mrs Jeon left.

" Jimin. I'm really sorry for last night." Jungkook spoke. He was looking somewhere else.

" I would say it doesn't matter. My father sold me to you. That includes me and my body. And as he always say, I gave what my alpha wanted. And I'm actually not in a state to talk. I'll take my leave." I said. What I spoke was true except the first part. I'm in pain. My whole body is in pain. My mind is numb. I can't properly walk or move my neck. And the sole reason- Jeon Jungkook.

I was about to leave and that's when he help my wrists, shopping me from heading out.

" Just leave me alpha." And I looked straight into his eyes and his hold on me loosened and I walked away. I heard him say I love you to me in a very low tone and this doctor that I have to share my life with is a psychopath it seems. What to expect when it's my life. I sighed. I hate my body, I hate myself and I hate everyone.

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Jimin didn't know where the elevators or stairs were. The only thing that he knew is that he needed to get out of that room he is going to forever share with Jeon Jungkook, his alpha.

" I want to meet Mrs. Jeon. Can you lead the way?" Jimin requested a maid. He is cent percent certain that she saw the tears in his eyes. But, she just nodded and took him with her.

" Mrs. Jeon?" Jimin called out, noticing her standing on the balcony, watering some plants. And upon catching sight of Jimin, she gave the watering can to a maid and asked Jimin to go with her.

" Jimin, first of all, call me mom. You are now my responsibility too. Years back, I was in your place. I had no clue how things were here. Jungkook's grandmother directed me to his room as I led you. And she handed me a drink. She said, the mating bite doesn't hurt that way and it gets healed quickly too. So, I gulped it in a go and went, not knowing what to anticipate. I know how much you hate me for doing the same to you. I'm sorry. Jungkook's appa is a bit on the traditional side. I would say, he improved a lot from before. But you know, some things can't be changed. Especially when it comes to his son. Jungkook's sister is in Harward, studying business. She couldn't come to the wedding because she had projects and deadlines as she is nearing graduation. Jeon Junghwa is her name. We call her Jennie. She is gonna take down the business after my husband. It's not like we can't afford to open a hospital for Jungkook. He said he needs time. Oh my! What all things am I saying in a go? I talk too much, no? Well, you know what else Jungkook's grandmother taught me? How to make these herbs and ointments for Jungkook's future mate. Jungkook's father had already discussed that the after-marriage rituals are to happen traditionally with your father. So you might have been aware and got time. I didn't even get that." Yejin(Jungkook's mom) let out her thoughts and Jimin scoffed at the last statement. She indeed had no clue how things work inside the Park mansion. Jimin is a toy with no mouth and the key was always with his father.

She started applying the ointment on Jimin's mark. She saw freshly dried tears on Jimin's face and purple bite marks and Hickey's. "Jimin, if you ever want to open up about anything, come to me. I'll always be here. I have two alpha kids and now finally I have an omega son with whom I can have the omega talk." Yejin was attempting to make Jimin smile but Jimin was just sitting there, without uttering a word or smile.

" Jimin, drink this too. It will help you uhm… with pain." Yejin gave him and Jimin drank that too because what more is there for him to lose anyways?

" Mina is our most trusted maid. She has been with us for the past 28 years. That is before Jungkook was even born. Mina, give Jungkook's coffee to Jimin, please. Jimin, give this to him and ask him to come down. And Jimin, I know there are a lot of things that are not on your side. I know it's going to take time for you to get adjusted here. Get to know Jungkook more, he isn't a bad one Jimin." Jimin took the coffee cup in his hands. " Hmm…" and Jimin started walking towards their room.

He sighed and knocked on the door and Jungkook opened the door. Jimin gave him the coffee and asked him to come down. And Jungkook walked out with Jimin.

" Good morning Jungkook and Jimin. Congratulations to you both. And Jungkook, please show him around and take him out. Okay? And Tell me where you want to go. I'll arrange your honeymoon tickets." Mr. Jeon suggested the idea of a honeymoon for the young couples.

" Yeah. I'll discuss it with Jimin and tell you appa." Jungkook replied while sitting next to Jimin. Jimin looked into Jungkook's eyes. He isn't able to comprehend Jungkook and his intentions. Why is this alpha suddenly asking about Jimin's interests?

" As per tradition, we have made seaweed soup. Jimin dear, please feed your alpha a spoonful of this. And Jungkook will give you next." And I took it in the spoon, and slowly gave it to Jungkook. Now, Jimin understood what this stupid tradition is for. Now that he is going to drink it from the same spoon, he is going to have Jungkook's saliva along with it. A kiss. " Gross" Jimin thought but opened his mouth for Jungkook to just pour it and get this done.

" Now, the final ritual is over. We have mating gifts for both of you. We hope you both like the presents." Both of them said thanks for the gift and started eating. Jimin was hungry, but couldn't quite eat much because he wasn't acquainted with anxiety. Jungkook's plate on the other hand was filled with salads and proteins included in his diet. Jimin felt the atmosphere to be awkward. Jungkook and his father were discussing business and the hospital while his mother joined every now and then and they laughed and had a blissful breakfast. Except for Jimin. He felt left out even though Yejin tried to include him in it.

After breakfast, Jimin was asked to get some rest and so he went back to the room. Jimin saw how there was a huge library next to Jungkook's room and decided to go there instead of going to the room. The library was huge. Too big for a home. Jimin knew most of the books were expensive and Jimin fell instantly in love with the library seeing the medical books. And upon catching a glimpse of that one book that he could never borrow because of seniors, he grabbed it. He opened the book, sat on the floor, and started reading it. He saw how there were handwritten notes on each page. It's Jungkook's. He grazed his hands over the texts and flinched when he heard a noise." Hmm, you do have a good choice in books." Jungkook, the owner of the voice, was looking at Jimin who looked back as if he saw a ghost.

" Hm… yeah. We weren't allowed to borrow.." Jimin replied.

" Oh? Is it still like that?" Jungkook questioned and Jimin nodded. He understood what Jungkook meant.

" Jimin, I really know that you are mad at me. But-" Jungkook sat next to Jimin.

" I'm really not in the mood for this talk Jungkook-ssi," Jimin muttered in a very low voice.

" I understand. Can I sit with you for some time? I won't even say anything unless you ask me something. My wolf is just restless. You know the after-mating phase? Please Jimin?" For Jungkook's question, Jimin had an answer. But because of the stupid omega hormones are playing with his mind, Jimin's wolf is no better. So he nodded and Jungkook moved closer. And even though Jimin wanted to run away from the alpha, the indescribable feelings inside Jimin wanted him to snuggle closer to Jungkook and he too moved closer to the raven-haired alpha. Jimin could feel Jungkook's hot breath on his neck. And he was also moving closer to get a whiff of Jungkook's scent. Even though Jimin wanted to fight with his omega, this scent is something that is making Jimin feel at ease, at home.

The library door swung open. And there enters Yejin who witnessed the mated couple all snuggled together, their eyes flickering red and blue. Both of them came out of the trance they were in.

" Mother. I- uhm! I need to call someone." Jungkook left from there and Jimin was sitting there, not knowing what had happened. Jimin's wolf whimpered inside him as the alphas' scent slowly faded. But, Jimin was confused. Why would he ever be like this? Why is he acting like a stupid bitch?

" Jimin, I came to ask you what your mother and father like. We are all going there for dinner today. Jae-Jin wants to talk to your appa about something business related. Can you help me choose Jimin? Let's have Jungkook drive us. We will go shopping now. Please get ready. I'll ask Jungkook to get ready too. " Yejin informed him. Jimin's mood suddenly lifted. He is going to see his mother and Yoongi again.

" Okay. I'll quickly get ready" Jimin kept the book back and ran to his room.

" Jimin don't fall," Yejin yelled out and chuckled seeing Jimin so excited and happy for the first time this week.

" He reminds me of myself. Ah! Us omegas are just meant for sacrifices. I want to stay with my parents too. When will that happen? " Yejin muttered under her breath while keeping the book in the right spot.

Jimin got ready with a simple white t-shirt and blue skinny jeans. The marriage chain and his mating mark were fully on display while he concealed the rest of the marks on his neck with two coats of foundation and concealer. Those marks are reminding him of all of the pain he felt today morning. Both Jimin and Yejin got inside the car and Yejin asked Jimin to be in the front seat. He was struggling with the seat belt a little when Jungkook opened the car and sat in the driver's seat. And it seems like Jungkook is a fan of simplicity too. He is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans and Jimin wanted to go back and change his clothes. Anyone can mistake them to have it planned out.

" M-Mom, it seems like I forgot my wallet. I'll go take it and come. " Jimin was ready to get out and change the dress.

" No, Jimin. That's fine. It's on me and Jae-Jin. And Jungkook will pay for anything you want. For whom is he working so hard? isn't it for his family anyway? Jungkook, let's leave. And we need to have lunch from somewhere too. So stop near our restaurant." Mrs. Jeon instructed and Jungkook nodded.

Upon reaching the restaurant, when Jimin was asked to order food, he suddenly became anxious. He already had quite a heavy breakfast and his stomach is already full. But, he knows he can eat more. Calories. The word was buzzing inside Jimin's mind. No, he can't eat more. But what will he tell Yejin? He fiddled with his fingers, a habit he developed when nervous ever since he was a child.

" Jimin? Order." Yejin asked him and Jungkook already ordered a steak and Mrs. Jeon too ordered a steak.

" I'm not really hungry. I'll have a salad." Jimin despised salads. He was and will never be a fan of diet salads. But Jimin doesn't know how to say no and that's really something he should work on. After confirming it with Jimin again, Yejin ordered the food.

" Jungkook. It's Jennie. She texted she is going to kill you when she comes since you didn't wait for her to come back to marry Jimin." Yejin was laughing when she showed the chats to Jungkook and he too chucked saying how she is really scary at times.

" Jimin, Jennie says hi to you. And she is gonna skype or something once we are all free with the rituals and meetings." Jimin nodded at the information and mumbled " please say I said hi to her too." Yejin smiled at Jimin before murmuring. Jimin could feel Jungkook starting at him and that made the place more awkward than it was a minute back for Jimin.

" Sir, the food is here." The waiter started arranging the food one by one and Jimin couldn't eye the nasty salad. He knew it's gonna be tasteless. He took a bite and kept it back, just picking it up and keeping it back and it went on like this for the next 5 minutes. That one bite he had, he just didn't even chew properly. He just swallowed it with water. Jimin hates veggies.

" Don't eat it if you don't want it, Jimin. It's fine. Leave it." Jungkook assured Jimin to stop consuming the veggies.

" Oh! Jimin. You hate salads. Your mom told me and I'm ashamed I forgot! Jimin. You don't have to eat it. Just leave it." Jimin looked at Yejin and let out a sigh. It was embarrassing but Jimin was thankful. Jungkook and Yejin ate the food while Jimin sat there patiently, waiting for them to finish the food.

Once they finished, they exited the building and went to a famous brand showroom.

" What do your mom and dad like?" Yejin asked. Jimin was looking at everything as if he was seeing all these for the first time. He is rich, and his father is famous, but Jimin just doesn't use his credit card much. His father used to take account of each penny that Jimin used to spend and make a fuss. So, most of the dresses were bought using his pocket money, or his Suga hyung used to spend a lot for him. Being born an omega in an elite family sucks too. At least Jimin's life was like that.

" Jimin, what about this bag?" Yejin inquired about bout his suggestion.

" Hmm… mom loves white and something minimalistic. One thing she hates is snakes. And I guess this is… " Jimin mumbled eyeing the snake leather bag in front of Yejin.

" you heard him. Bring something like that please." She instructed the salesperson and soon Jimin found something that is his mother's taste.

" Pack this please and show me something for men too. Jungkook, I need your help to buy something for your father-in-law. "Jungkook mumbled and they walked to the alpha's section.

" What's one thing that your father like? " She added Jimin.

" I don't know much about my father's likes. I can't be of any help, mother." Jimin is still not comfortable calling Yejin mother. And Jimin rarely spent any time with his father and it's not like his father used to adore him either. So it was always a very cold relationship between him and his father and the conversations were just orders that Jimin as a park omega needs to follow.

" Hmm… let's go with a watch then. A safer option." Jungkook suggested and Jimin nodded and they purchased quite an expensive one.

" Show us some omega watches too. For my omega here." Jimin and Jimin's omega were opposites after the mating transpired. His omega suddenly became so submissive and shy while his human side turned more depressed and numb.

" Jimin, select something that you like," Jungkook asked Jimin and Jimin looked him back flabbergasted.

" Sir, these are all the latest and premium collections here. Limited ones are on this side." The salesperson displayed some of their most expensive collections to Jimin.

" Jungkook-ssi, this isn't needed. I don't want anything." Jimin rejected the idea and started getting up from the seat he was in. "Jungkook is playing all nice and naive and like a loving husband just because of his mother." Jimin thought.

" Jimin, those mating gifts... I don't even know if any of it was to your liking. I didn't know and at one point I had this urge to ask you even. And then I bought something that I thought you would be looking beautiful in. According to our family tradition, we shouldn't ask our omegas for their suggestions. It was a stupid tradition too. I think you know about that. So, I want to buy you things that you like Jimin, the things that you want. And call me Hyung Jimin. It's too formal and uncomfortable to hear you calling me Jungkook-ssi"

" I warned him many times before he left home about this. Ah! It was really fun testing Jungkook and teasing him. And Jimin, he came to me later that night after surgery how he is boring and how he ruined the date." Yejin started laughing and Jungkook looked at his mother annoyed.

To say Jimin was surprised would be an understatement. His eyebrows arched upwards and his eyes widened.

Does this mean…?

That Jungkook didn't ask for his choices that day because of that ritual? More like Jungkook couldn't?

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Jimin haphazardly selected some clothes and a watch just so that he can go back home and think and process all the recent and sudden revelations. And the car ride was pretty silent with Jungkook playing some instrumental Bridgerton edition melodies and Jimin as always was melancholic. Questions kept on going round and round inside Jimin's mind and all he wanted was answers.

" Oh, lord! Once you go shopping it's as if you are in a comic book. A whole day just ends there. You guys please get ready and we will go by 7?" Yejin informed and she went inside.

" Jungkook, I need to talk to you." Jimin caught his hands to stop Jungkook from walking inside the mansion.

" okay? But don't you need to freshen up? We will get late otherwise." Jimin thought and then nodded. He needs a quick shower before he leaves.

And by the time they both got ready, it was time for them to leave. And Jungkook looked at Jimin, who understood it was neither of their faults.

They were welcomed properly by the Park family and Jimin stood next to Jungkook.

" Jimin, go. It's your home. My son married you doesn't mean that it's not your home and family after all." Mr. Jeon's first-ever conversation was this.

That's when Jimin realized he was just standing there. Not even looking at his mother or brother.

" Yes father," Jimin muttered and started walking towards his mother and brother.

" I'll be in my room. I forgot something actually. I need to pack something else too." And while the older alphas started discussing business Jimin went to his room.

He sat on the floor and took hold of his diary. An older one. He saw it and started bursting into tears.

" Dr. Park Jimin, clinical obstetrics and gynecology" he saw the words written with a pink glitter pen. It was jotted down when his father finally decided to let him study medicine.

" Jimin-ah?" His brother's voice made him quickly rub off the tears coming outta his eyes.

" You don't have to hide your tears from me Jimin. What happened?" Yoongi questioned.

" Everything. Everything happened. I have too many questions for this Jeon Jungkook. I don't know why he came into my fucking life which was pathetic already to ruin my life even more. I just thought he was just a doctor. There's something more. There's this side of him that he is disguising in front of everyone." Jimin ranted and his brother sighed. And both of their conversations were disturbed by a person who walked inside the room.

" Jimin? You got questions? Then ask me directly. I'm here right now." Jungkook's tone reflected disappointment.

" I'll leave you both to have this conversation." Yoongi stood from the floor and walked out after asking Jimin whether he would be fine without him, not wanting to meddle in the couple's affairs.

" Jimin, these things. Any questions related to me you should ask me. It's just I want you to talk to me. Fuck it Jimin. We never had any proper conversation even. When I keep coming to talk to you, you were the one who sent me away. And I respected your decision. I thought you want space. I thought you need some space so that you can adjust things. Things between us, I like to keep it between us Jimin. Heck, now what will your brother think?" Jungkook ranted while grabbing his hair, irritated.

" wow. You do have guts Jeon Jungkook. You fucking raped me when I stepped into your house with your mother feeding me some heat-inducing thing and you expect me to fucking speak to you normally Mr. Jeon Jungkook?" Jimin was now raging with anger, his venom-filled tone was causing Jungkook to twist in the place he sat. The atmosphere, getting tense and suffocating.

" Jimin, wait. It's either we go somewhere else and talk or if your room is soundproof, let's continue this after locking the door." Jungkook spoke monotonously, his eyes wide and sweat dripping down his face ans his voice trembled a bit.

" you know what? Even I am fucking tired of being here. This house reminds me of all those torture days that my father had put me through and my mother who knew I was going to get raped but chose to stay silent because she thought that was the best. Let's go somewhere. But, you must have answers to my questions. I want my answers." Jimin whisper yelled, pointing his finger at him. His eyes were raging with anger, disappointment, and betrayal.

And with that Jimin and Jungkook walked out of the room with Yoongi marching towards Jungkook who punched him in the face. Jungkook, who didn't expect it, flinched a little and glared at Yoongi. He was about to punch him back but that's when Yoongi muttered " I asked you to take care of my little angel. You fucking raped him. What kind of a monster are you? "

" Yoongi, leave him. " Yoongi looked at Jimin before leaving Jungkook who had his head low now and his once gripped knuckles, slowly loosening up.

" Brother, ask your mother if she knew about the rut and heat-inducing part of the mating ceremony. I asked mom if everything was going to be okay. Do you know what she said? It's going to be fine and it's meant to be fine. I asked her what if he mates me completely and not just bite his mark on me. You know what she said? No, Jimin. Don't worry. It's going to be okay. She knew everything about Yoongi and she chose to ignore it. Then why will a stranger alpha care about me? You know what? The Park family has completely cut ties with me. And I am no longer a Park. Me and my husband need to talk and we are leaving. Because this concerns none of you. None. " Jimin's words hit Yoongi like arrows in his heart. It ached. It ached as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

He watched his little baby brother and his monster alpha going down the stairs and heard the car driving far somewhere. But, he deserves it doesn't he? Because if he wasn't a weak wolf, even if it takes him to kill his own father, he could have saved Jimin. But did he do it?
Yoongi fell down on the floor and sat there crying. But, is it of any use now?

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Jungkook drove the car and Jimin sat there silently, completely unaware of the surroundings. The car stopped somewhere.

" Jimin, get down" Jungkook's voice brought him back and he nodded while removing his seatbelt and getting out of the car. 

" This place. I think." Jimin uttered as if he was trying to remember something.

" This place is where we met properly but not properly for the first time although the day wasn't the best. It was when you were probably in your high school, I suppose." Jungkook muttered and Jimin looked at him, trying to recollect the memories of the said date. But Jimin's brain shut down completely. Suddenly his breathing increased, Jimin was getting flashbacks of the said day and it wasn't a very pleasing one. 

" Jimin, you were..." Jungkook was cut off by a very distraught Jimin.

" was that you Jungkook-ssi? Was that you?" Jimin tried to reach the collar of the shirt that his husband was wearing, screaming at him while gripping Jungkook's shoulders.

" Yes." That's it. Jimin went limp and unconscious onto Jungkook's chest, the alpha trying to hold his husband and keep him from falling down on the ground.

Jimin woke up in a hospital room, surrounded by a few nurses. His wrist was attached to an IV. 

" You fainted out of exhaustion and your vitals were pretty low," Jungkook mumbled.

" Why? All this time? Why didn't you tell me? " Jimin questioned. 

" Well, I thought you would recognize me and I waited. And I told you the day we met. That day I said I'll come for you when the right time comes. That I'll always be with you, for you." Jungkook crossed his arms and looked at Jimin, straight to his face.

" I didn't even know your name. I didn't even see you properly. The only thing I know is that you saved me. And my life wasn't a fairytale and I stopped believing in one that day itself, Jungkook-ssi. I knew my fairytale life story is just a fairytale so I never thought there was this prince charming in it and more precisely I didn't want a prince charming to come and save me. I longed for death and now you snatched the only thing that was willing to make me feel like I am worth living. Why are you causing more trouble to my already fucked-up life?"  Jimin mumbled defensively. 

" Yeah. But I simply couldn't stand there staring at you with someone else all along the magazine and newspaper headlines. Sometimes these newspapers are just gossip shits." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. 

" Even if that was a fact, this isn't the way that you snatch my life from me. It was sudden and so impulsive. You acted like an insecure coward who raped me on our mating night for your pleasure. Plus I don't even know why you are acting like this." Jimin yelled. 

"  Jimin, I hate myself for that. I want to kill myself for doing that to you. You don't understand what I am going through. I thought you knew that because I asked my parents to tell your family and you about it and even when your parents said you are okay with it, I wasn't ready to take our relationship into something so quickly because Jimin, we know each other but we don't know each other. That's why I had that pill ready for you to take. I told you when you were showering. And I thought I heard a response from you. That was why I was shocked when you suddenly got into heat. I was confused and you know how our wolf physiology is. I'm so sorry I did that. And I know you won't forgive me but I beg your apologies." Jungkook's little rant made Jimin stuck for a while. It's true. Jungkook called for Jimin while he was showering that day. And he heard him saying something but it wasn't clear. And Jimin himself wasn't in a state to ask him to say it once again so he replied yes. He chose to ignore him. He ignored Jungkook and dug his own grave. He can never blame Jungkook entirely. The fault is his too. Everyone's to blame. 

"That was the day we decided to meet. And I saw you all drenched in blood and I didn't know what to do. Your sister. I'm sorry. I regret that I could do nothing and it was not the right time to introduce myself." Jungkook's voice was trembling too. 

" Was it you? Was it you who killed my sister?" Jimin looked at Jungkook with wide eyes. 

" Jimin, I - no! It wasn't me. I was merely a student at that time. It was a very complicated surgery. I saw you outside the hospital that day, crying for your sister. I couldn't bring myself to you. You wouldn't recognize me and it wasn't a situation to meet." Jungkook tried reasoning out. 

" After all those letters written by me… Your sister" Jungkook was cut off by Jimin who grabbed his hands and questioned " You were the one who wrote those letters?" to which Jungkook nodded his head, looking at Jimin with love in his eyes.

" She… she was really excited to meet you. In fact, when she had asked me to post all those letters, you should have seen her eyes sparkle. And that day, I lost her. I lost myself, I lost everything. That surgeon, his one mistake, took her life. She was a dreamer. She made me believe in fairytales within a few months. She brought colors to my monochrome world. In fact, she was the one who only saw you and she was excited for us to finally meet. I didn't even know you were there. You must have been in pain too. Sorry, I just. You are a surgeon and I- I thought..." Jimin wailed even more.

" I shouldn't have gone with her. I am the reason for her death. " Jimin blamed Jungkook and sobbed more.

" Jimin, blaming yourself isn't gonna bring her back. Everyone told that it was the driver's fault. Please stop blaming yourself." Jungkook engulfed the omega who tried to move away from his grip but Jungkook tightened his grip and the omega slowly ended fighting and sobbed more hugging the alpha.

" Your parents might be scared, Jimin. We left there without even properly informing them." Jungkook mumbled after some time. 

" Trust me they won't. They shouldn't. Except for my mom, I thought. But, now… I think she doesn't either." Jimin used a hankie to wipe his tears and nose. Jungkook sighed. 

" We never had a proper conversation. We never told each other our names. In fact, you never replied to me with anything other than one-liners most of the time. And I used to wait for your one letter even during my exam days other than studying." Jungkook chuckled remembering 

" Jungkook, what are you even talking about? Me? What?" Jimin removed himself from the bulky alpha and sat straight eyeing him with a confused look. 

" Yeah, you Jimin. What? I used to write letters to you. Why are you acting as if you didn't know?" Jungkook questioned.

" No, Jungkook-ssi, what are you even saying? You were in love with my sister. You guys were writing letters to each other." Jimin said frantically. 

" No. Jimin. I was in love with you and wait… is there a misunderstanding?" Jungkook stood up clutching his hair and sighed. 

" Don't tell me it was your sister who wrote those letters." Jungkook's question was answered by Jimin who nodded.

" No! She knew Jimin. She knew it was you whom I loved. I asked her to bring you the next time we meet because I wanted to talk to you in person. And I thought. Wait? What is happening? She knew that it was you. Why would she do that?" Jungkook paced back and forth in the room, anxiety, and confusion gushing inside his mind making the alpha male want to throw things and break them.

" Unless she was in love with you," Jimin mumbled and Jungkook looked at Jimin with wide eyes. He halted his walking spree and came closer to Jimin. 

" What did she say when she took you to see me that day?" Jungkook had a lot of questions. 

" She is in love with the person she wrote the letters and that person is actually from her college in her same branch and she wanted to introduce me to you as I was the only person who knew about her loving 'you'," Jimin said and Jungkook sighed for the nth time. 

" Jimin. I really don't understand what is happening. But let me explain to you. I met you first when you came by the college to give Ji-woo her stethoscope. I couldn't explain what I felt after seeing you. And then I gave your sister letters to give it to you. But, she said only one thing. Don't ask for your name and that you said you will tell it by yourself." Jungkook tried explaining it to Jimin. 

" Her last few words to me were that she wanted to see you and she told me she was sorry and asked me to meet you and she… She said she wouldn't meddle with fate anymore and fix something. She shouldn't have taken me with her that day. I am a bad omen as described by my father. He loathed me for even being close to her because I would bring her only bad luck. But he started despising me more after this. Because Ji-woo wasn't my biological sister. She used to not be that close to me. But the last few months with her were the best. I shouldn't have gone with her." Jimin broke down completely. Connecting all the dots, he found what was the fate, what was the mistake that she wanted to fix that day. But something seems off. 

Jungkook himself was shocked about all those things. Was Ji-woo the one who said she would be happy to mate him and live happily? Was Ji-woo the one who wrote all the nice things about him? Jungkook couldn't help but sigh. He could have just asked Jimin out directly. Now, the weight on his shoulder feels heavier. 

" Jungkook-ssi, I need to go back to my house and I need to find something," Jimin mumbled and Jungkook just started striding towards the car along with Jimin. Both of them were silent and Jungkook never thought that he would be mating with the love of his life without even him confessing his love for the omega. The love of his life is sitting right next to him. But now it's as if he knows nothing about him. Jungkook knew one thing. That it wasn't Ji-woo or her words he loved. He loved Jimin. Well, that's a story for some other time. He started the engine and rode to the park mansion with a broken Jimin by his side. 

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Upon reaching the mansion, Jimin didn't care about the calls from his mother. Jungkook bowed and ran past them to catch Jimin's pace. Jimin just ran. Ascending the stairs to reach the first floor, Jimin stopped only in front of a closed room. It was Ji-woo's room. No one changed anything. It was clean and well-maintained because Jimin's mother always said how she felt Ji-woo's presence inside the mansion. 

Jimin's moist eyes were focused on the doorknob, his hands shaking while he opened the room. Memories came flashing in front of his eyes of the days he spent with his beautiful sister.

"Caught … Jimin, you are always so slow. Once you have just one card left, yell UNO! And here you go. Yellow 3… UNO!" Jiwoo screamed and the whole room echoed.

"Yaya! You are just unbeatable and unimaginably sharp at times." Jimin sighed and as always Jiwoo gained a victory.

" Look my brother sulking. Surgeons are meant to have their eyes, ears, and minds sharp. So, as an aspiring surgeon, I will always be sharp." Jimin rolled his eyes at Jiwoo and she hugged and started tickling him which ended with them both rolling on the floor, tickling and attacking each other.

Jimin broke down completely at the memory. Ever since Jiwoo's death, he has never stepped foot inside her room. He reprimanded himself for her death and bemoaned by punishing himself. Ji-woo was the one who wanted Jimin to be a doctor and be 'the doctor-siblings'. Yoongi used to hate Jiwoo when his dad used to hate Jimin. It was because of two reasons, the day he was born, the business abruptly went down and the next one- Jimin being a male omega. They are literally rare but rarely alphas are gays. So, Mr. Park inferred Jimin to be a burden. 

Jimin went towards her closet and started his quest. There was Jiwoo's voice guiding Jimin and he was unconsciously following her directions. 

"Jimin, go… Go to my room's cl- closet and search for my diary behind my handbag collection. Look for my favorite one and find it. Jimin. And… I want you to find-" Jiwoo was barely speaking. Her voice was faint and narrow. 

" Find what Jiwoo noona? Please. You will come back. We will find it later noona. Please don't leave me" Jimin wanted to do everything for his sister.  But, at that moment he wanted his sister to focus on herself. 

" Plea- please… Jim" Jiwoo's struggling words hit Jimin's heart as if they were venomous arrows. As if, the venom was slowly filling his heart, and he couldn't stand there anymore witnessing his sister battling for her life.

Jimin found her favorite Gucci bag. Inside it was a small journal. Jimin's hands were shaking when he took it out of the bag. " Find the diary" he mumbled. And he hugged the small book and wailed. His heart was aching a lot by now because of everything. 

Jungkook was standing inside the room, looking around, and found big portraits of his deceased friend hanging across the walls. He couldn't help but remember all those college days and some memories when Jiwoo patiently answered all questions related to Jimin. Now that he rethink, he could pinpoint the slight pain in her eyes. 

Alpha-Alpha relationships are nothing u heard of. So their families wouldn't have been against their relationship either. The fact was that the male alpha had already his eyes on a certain omega who happened to be the alpha female's brother. Complicated. Whose fault it is? Certainly not Jimin's.

" Jimin! You wench. Step out. Get outside of my daughter's room right now. You, murderer, shouldn't be  inside her room." Jungkook's attention suddenly diverted to the voice outside and he saw Mr. Park barging inside with raging eyes and clenched fists. He strode at a fast pace to reach the omega who too was his own blood.

" How dare you even touch her things. You stupid omega whore. How dare you?" He slapped Jimin the moment he was in front of him and grabbed his hair and before he could do anything, he was stopped by the omega's husband.

" Mr. Park. I suggest you leave my omega before I make you." Jungkook loosened the grip that Mr. Park had on Jimin and pulled him close to himself.

" Stay away from my family matters alpha. I suppose you grew fond of this omega whore." Mr. Park spoke, glaring at Jimin whose eyes look lifeless.

" Family? Well, I guess if you don't consider Jimin your family, I won't consider you his father. And one more word from your filthy mouth about my omega, you are going to talk further to my fist. And let me ask my father to rethink about the deal too. Because why not?" With that Jungkook took Jimin's hands and walked outside the park mansion.

Once inside the car, Jungkook helped Jimin with the seat belts because the latter was seriously numb and totally looked tired. Jungkook looked at Jimin for one last time, before he started the car and drove straight to his place. 

Mr. and Mrs. Jeon thought of not disturbing the two when the newly mated couple entered the mansion. For the first time, Mrs. Jeon thought of giving them privacy, sensing the intensity of the situation. She is a foolish woman, madly in love with her husband and children as most of the married old women are. Married at a very young age despite her permission and mated off to a total stranger and several adjustments in her life carved her into a woman like this. She doesn't know much about education or business or the world. Her world like most mothers is her family, with no complaints about anything. 

Reaching the room, Jimin sat down on the couch with Ji-woo's diary in his hands.  Jungkook just stood there eyeing Jimin before sitting next to Jimin, keeping some distance.  

" She told me to read this. That was the last thing she said before… before she became unconscious." Jimin mumbled. Jimin knew that somewhere deep, Jungkook was feeling disappointed, angry, sad, and distressed. He could feel it through the mating bond. 

Jungkook's side of the story is tragic too. He thought he wrote all those letters to the person he fell for, the person he spent stalking for whenever he could. But, in reality, his love was all reciprocated by someone else, and the person he fell hard for, didn't even love him. Scratch that. He didn't even know about an alpha who was madly in love with the little omega.  Jungkook was feeling more than that. He thought Jimin was being just shy and angry for not contacting him all these years after his sister's death. And now he committed a grave sin. He ruined the younger omega's life. Jungkook was the happiest alpha alive on his wedding day seeing his little omega walking towards him wearing a wedding dress. That was his dream come true moment. But it turned out to be his worst nightmare and the night after his wedding, the ugliest reminder that he was a rapist. Someone else was playing with his feelings. But what was inside Jiwoo's mind? One day or the other Jungkook would know about this. In fact on the day she died, every truth was bound to come out. Then why has she done all these things? What is the gain? 

The silence in the room wasn't awkward. Both of them yearned for it. Both of them were lost in their heights buzzing in their head. They both did nothing. No one talked. The window was open and the breeze was enough for both of their hair to slowly dance on its own. The chills due to it giving them a sense of affirmation and it was as if it was embracing them. Both of them looked outside the window and soon, the smell of petrichor reached their nostrils. It was raining. Just like that day. And the clock in the living room struck 12. It was July 7. Jimin looked at Jungkook who looked at him back with wide eyes. 

" It all happened today. It's July 7" Jimin muttered still not breaking eye contact. 

" I know. I know it's the day… It's the day Jiwoo died." Jungkook closed his eyes and Jimin looked away. 

" Is this just a coincidence? Jungkook-ssi, please take me to her. To the place where she is resting." Jimin mumbled, grabbing the alpha's hands. 

" I'll take you. But first, let's see what Ji-woo wanted to tell you. Whenever you are ready..." Jungkook replied to him, taking his hands on his own as if he was giving a promise. The duo sat there in silence once again. The psithurism of the wind trying to calm their mind, none between the two uttered a word. The darkness, occasional lighting… The day was a complete replica of the day 4 years back. The sky was mourning just like that day, and so was the little omega sitting on the couch and his alpha surgeon. 

They both needed one thing, comfort and answers to the unanswered questions rattling inside their head. 

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" I think I will read this when I am with her." Jimin broke the silence. 

"I'll take you there. Let the sun rise and the rain stop. I visit her sometimes. After all, the accident happened because both of you came to visit me that day. What if I am the unlucky one here? My emotions were used against me." Jungkook muttered looking away while saying the last part and Jimin nodded. 

He clutched the book stronger against his chest and closed his eyes. Jungkook stood up to give some space for the omega to doze off if he wanted. He lay down in bed watching Jimin.

" Sleep Jimin.  Quite frankly, we cannot do anything here. If there is nothing in that book, we have zero answers. There's not much we can do. That's beyond our purview." Jimin was aware of what Jungkook meant. If there's nothing in this book, that means they are left with no clues. Jiwoo was the only one and she is no more. So he sighed, settled himself on the couch and slowly his eyes gave up. 

When Jimin woke up the following morning, he saw the alpha come out of the shower, drying his hair. 

" Get freshened up, we will leave after breakfast. The quicker we read the book, the quicker we'll know what she had in mind, " Jungkook said, his alpha in pain seeing the red and swollen eyes of the omega.

" I know you have all the right to be angry at my sister. I kind of felt like you are. But,  please. I beg you to let it go. I want my sister to rest in peace with no one holding any grudges against her resting soul." Jimin's broken voice made the alpha stare at the younger and his eyes glowing red. His alpha is angry. 

Jimin, let me get this straight. I wouldn't hold it against him. May she find peace. However, I am disappointed. With me perhaps. Because it was because of her that I caused pain and misery to the person I love. I also feel terrible knowing that my mate doesn't even know me and that I'm a stranger to him. My alpha is angry at Jiwoo. Because I made you suffer. Not me. I am not. Now I'm a stranger, a douche, and a rapist. " Jungkook tightens his grip on the towel trying to control himself before throwing it on the floor out of anger. 

Jimmy didn't say a word. He went to his closet and picked up his clothes and towel and went straight to wash up and got out wearing a black dress. Both Jimin and Jungkook barely finished their breakfast and they soon left the house for their quest.

They reached the grave. The fresh smell of lavender invaded Jimin's nostrils. Jiwoo. The gravestone was placed in a lavender field, a property of the Park's. Cool breeze tried to tell them to calm down but they couldn't stop wondering if things were going to ever be fine. Jimin placed a bouquet of white roses, his sister's favorite, and stared at her photo on the tombstone. All the memories with her came flooding inside Jimin's mind and Jimin silently wept. Jungkook patted slowly on his back giving him assurance that he was there for him. The atmosphere suddenly became cooler and it looked as if it was going to rain soon. 

" We better get started before the next rain, Jimin. " Jungkook sounded impatient and Jimin understood it. 

The journal had so many pages of Jiwoo gushing over an alpha that she has a crush on, and then how after so many days dared to ask his name. 

"Jeon Jungkook," it read and Jungkook sighed annoyed . 

21st January 2017:

" Jeon Jungkook, that's his name. His voice is as cool as he is too." 

31st January 2017:

" Jungkook is my lab partner! Yay! " 

February 10 2017:

" Jungkook asked me if I have siblings. Seems like he is trying to get to know me better." 

February 30 2017:

" Jungkook asked me what are my brother's name" 

March 13 2017:

" Jungkook asked me what my brothers are doing"

April 13 2017

" He told me he is in love with my brother Jimin" 

May 10 2017:

" Father saw me crying today and found out I have a crush on Jungkook. He was so happy to find out that it was Jeon Jungkook and gave me his permission to date. He doesn't know that Jungkook doesn't like me but my brother." 

May 12 2017: 

" I feel envious every time he inquires about Jimin. I think I started hating Jimin… No! He is my brother 🥺" 

May 21 2017:

" Jungkook gave a letter to Jimin today. I've read it, and I'm crying. This is more than just a crush. He's very much in love with Jimin. I have no idea whether I should give it to Jimin or not. I won't. Let me start by getting to know him better. And I guess I should write him a letter and ask about his likes and dislikes. I'm being selfish. I lost my mom and now I'm not losing my love. Jimin's excited for me, too. I don't want him to ever find out."

 June 23 2017:

" Jungkook seems to not get the hint. He is so madly in love with Jimin that he asked me where Jimin is and when I said he was with me at the mall, he really followed us there. I was shocked when he showed up there. But, today Jungkook saw me and smiled at me and I had to quit shopping and we came back. It made me so nervous. And if he wants me to meet Jimin? I will not allow that to happen. I think Jimin is having his first-ever high school crush on an alpha having his account name as _banana_milk_lover. That account seems to be fake as he doesn't show his face. Somewhere he feels familiar. "

June 30 2017:

" Jungkook told me that Jimin isn't writing much because he might be feeling weird talking to a stranger. He also said that the letters don't actually match his vibe. I don't know what Jungkook is speaking about these days.  It just doesn't make any sense. " 

July 2 2017:

I can't sleep because Jungkook barely talks to me anymore. I feel worthless. Jimin is so happy nowadays. Yesterday, Appa beat him over something, but still, he came to talk to me about that banana milk guy. Jimin is smiling like an idiot sometimes because of that guy he met online. Well, I'm not doing anything wrong. It's not like Jimin likes him back. He is in his own dreamland. I hope Jimin gets this guy. He is keeping my Jiminie happy. Hopefully, I'll have Jungkook too one day..."

July 6 2017:

" It's done. There is nothing I can change. This is killing me. This is really hurting me. Jungkook gave me a letter to give to Jimin like he usually does. And I couldn't believe what I was looking at. Someone, please kill me now.

Yours 

_banana_milk_lover 

SURPRISE! 

Regardless of what I do, I can't change destiny now, can I? I watched the letter for such a long time, hoping that the words would miraculously change. I give up. I give up on Jungkook. I'll let the two meet tomorrow. I'll tell Jimin and Jungkook what a stupid thing I've been. I'll tell them I'll stay away from them. I will unite them. "

Jungkook's eyes reflected rage and sorrow. Jungkook had waited so long for Jimin to come to his senses. Even yesterday he thought that maybe Jimin got over him. Jimin got over his teenage crush. Maybe Jungkook is the childish one here, stuck on Jimin, almost obsessed.

" You? Him? Kook? Oh no! "Jimin's voice was quivering.

Just like that, Jungkook got his last answer.

Jiwoo didn't tell Jimin that he was Jimin's _banana_milk_lover!

" Jimin, if you had no idea it was me, then why did you keep on talking to me through that account? I know it's been a year and a half since our last chat, but still... "Jungkook interrogated. 

"You never referred to me as Jimin. You called me Chimmy and I thought you didn't know me and you could never love me. My father got to know about the account. He deleted my account and even put on a tracker on my phone." Jimin mumbled.

" Jimin, I thought I made it clear that I loved you. I meant every word. I said that I will come to take you when the right time comes.  Do you think it was all a joke? I even revealed myself but your account was deleted by then." Jungkook's voice got louder indicating how much restless he was feeling. 

" Yeah! Of course. Who would think that some stranger would wait for me? What assurance did I have that you were going to love me even if I had waited for you? On top of that, I told you. My father deleted my account" Jimin yelled back.

" You were never just a crush for me. You were the love of my life whom I have been watching for years. Whom I saw growing in front of me. I followed you even when I had a busy schedule. You liked to go to the convenience store at midnight. I hired bodyguards. Because if I had any surgery, I didn't want anything to happen to you. I loved you. I still love you and when you are finally mine, it's turning into a more complicated story rather than a happily ever after. I am tired. I am exhausted. My alpha already had imprinted on you the day I saw you. I didn't even know who you were. I felt stupid that my wolf imprinted on a teenager. I am sorry. It's just… Everything is overwhelming." Jungkook knew Jimin wasn't lying either. He clenched his jaw and was trying too hard to calm down. 

" What next?" Jungkook questioned. 

" I don't know," Jimin mumbled. 

And just like that, they sat in the empty graveyard for hours. Both of them were clueless. They didn't know what to do. 

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Jimin sat in the corner of his new room in Jungkook’s penthouse, staring out the window at the rain that was pouring down. He was high above the city, watching the people still bustling to and fro despite the miserable weather. 

The penthouse was too big and lonely for just two people. When Jimin asked for a separate room as soon as they arrived, Jungkook didn't decline. He even helped move in all his boxes of belongings without being asked. After that, they barely spoke. 

Jimin spent most of his time in what had been the guest room, trying to make it feel like his. Jungkook's penthouse was truly a modern masterpiece, adorned with luxurious furniture and finishes that emphasize the perfect balance between form and functionality. He has carefully chosen pieces throughout his spacious living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom which all reflected his unique style. Every corner reveals something new - whether it be a conversation piece or an exquisite artwork from one of Jungkook’s favorite painters hanging on the wall. Jungkook's scent lingered around each and everything, making it hard for Jimin to be at ease but gave him a comfort that he despised. 

Jimin’s heart felt too heavy to beat properly. Thoughts of all the things that had happened between him and Jungkook swirled in a merciless maelstrom, beating against his skull. He had been so blind, so naive. His own sister, who he trusted with his life, had been hiding the truth from him all along...and look how a simple lie about a crush had spun out of control and ended… 

Jungkook loved him, or so he claimed, and his sister had been in love with Jungkook. The thought of it all made Jimin’s stomach roll with nauseous anxiety. He didn't know how to face Jungkook, how to look him in the eye and pretend like everything was okay, or that they had a normal marriage. He was shackled to a stranger. Deep down, he knew Jungkook but didn't know him.   It was completely fucked up. And his omega was whining and giving him a hard time, making him irritated and exhausted. 

Just then came a soft knock on the door. He turned to see Jungkook standing there, his large dark eyes pinched with concern. 
"Jimin, can we talk?" Jungkook asked softly.

Jimin shook his head. "I can't, Jungkook-ssi.  I just need some space."

Jungkook nodded,  "I understand. I'll keep a distance from you for as long as you need."

Jimin felt a tear roll down his cheek. He didn't want to push Jungkook away, but he needed time to sort out his feelings. He couldn't bear the thought of hurting Jungkook any more than he already had. But he too was hurt. He too was suffering. 

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook-ssi," Jimin whispered, his voice breaking. "Things are different now."

Jungkook took a step closer but stopped when he saw the pain in Jimin's eyes. "I understand that Jimin. I just want you to be happy. That's all that matters to me. I'll wait for you. If it takes forever, so be it. I won't give up on you ever."

Jimin watched as Jungkook turned and walked away, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew one thing for sure. He loved Jungkook once, but did he love him now? Jimin was unsure of his feelings. If he was the banana_milk_lover that Jimin used to talk to for a few years without the alpha revealing his true identity, then yeah he did love that person. But Jungkook was not that alpha anymore.  Jungkook used his body. Even though he claimed he had tried to avoid what had happened on the wedding night, he could have mentioned all of this during their date before the ceremony. But he didn't.

***

It had been two days since the last conversation with Jimin. Jungkook sat alone in the living room of his expansive penthouse, staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered an impressive view of the bustling city below. Now that he had it all, even his love, he couldn't shake the emptiness that gnawed at his insides. Lost in thought, he couldn't help a twinge of jealousy as he watched a young couple laughing and joking with each other, their hands linked. Jungkook sighed, rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down, and reached across the arm of the black suede couch for the book that lay upon the mahogany glass-top coffee table. It was a book on surgery, which he had read before.

Jimin stood at the door of the living room in a stripped oversized sweater falling off one shoulder and sweatpants, clutching a handful of crisp papers to his chest, hesitating to enter. He had avoided Jungkook for two whole days. But now, he had something he needed to talk about, something that was important to him.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the room, where Jungkook was sitting on the couch, reading a book. The other man looked up, a flash of surprise before his eyes softened when he saw Jimin.

"Jimin," he said, setting down his book on pediatric surgery. "Please, come in."

Jimin approached hesitantly, keeping a safe distance between them as he stood in front of the couch. "Jungkook-ssi, I need to talk to you about something," he said, his voice shaking slightly.

Jungkook nodded, his expression patient and understanding. "Of course, Jimin. What is it? "

"I want to continue my degree in medicine," Jimin said, his voice gaining confidence as he spoke. "I've been thinking about it, and I have been stuck inside this room for so long, and I know it's what I want to do.” He took a deep breath. “But I need your permission... After marriage, there's this form that you need to fill out that changes my alpha's name, and I need a permission letter from you. Today, my father said he won't provide for me anymore, Please consider this."

Jungkook's eyes softened even further, and he stood up, walking over with slow careful steps. "Jimin, you don't need my permission to do anything," he said, his voice gentle. "You should do what makes you happy, what will make you fulfilled. And if continuing your education in medicine is that thing, then I fully support you. Besides, I think the laws here are pretty outdated,” he held out a hand for the papers clutched in Jimin’s hands, “Let me fill it out for you."

Jimin's eyes filled with tears, and he sniffled, handing over the legal papers with shaking hands. "The laws.” His tone darkened. “These fucking laws are just for us omegas, Jungkook-ssi. We’re seen as mere commodities, just like how I was for my father, to be married off for a business deal and…” suddenly he stopped, turning his wide eyes up to Jungkook, then shrunk back into himself, wrapping a hand around his middle before lowering his gaze,” Sorry, sorry for the outburst. I- Sorry again. Thank you, Jungkook-ssi," he said, his voice choking on his sobs. "Thank you so much a-alpha."

Jungkook stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Jimin in a comforting hug. Jimin tensed at first... Jungkook tried to release calming alpha pheromones and found its own way to enter Jimin's nostrils and Jimin's omega surfaced, in desperate need to find comfort and care from their mate. Jimin found solace and serenity in Jungkook's sweet, tender scent of whiskey-infused florals and spices, like a warm hug that enveloped his omega heart with love.

"I'm here for you, Jimin," Jungkook said softly. "No matter what. I'll always support you, and be here for you. I am sorry. Alpha is sorry. "

Jimin clung to Jungkook, tears streaming down his face  He didn't know what the future held for their relationship, but for now, he was just grateful for a second of peace. Jungkook took a deep breath, fighting to hold back tears as he tried not to break down in front of Jimin, not wanting to burden his mate with the weight of his emotions,  trying to keep his pheromones calm and soothing.

Jimin nervously backed away from Jungkook.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" Jungkook asked, taking a step forward.

Jimin shook his head and took another step back. "I can't do this, Jungkook-ssi.”

“What happened? You were, we were fine just a second ago, why-”

Jimin flinched.“ It was my omega. But I can't be with you like this. It's too much, too fast. I'm sorry. I'm scared."

Jungkook held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I understand. We can take it slow if that's what you need. Calm down Chimmy. "

"No, you don't understand," Jimin said, his voice breaking. "I can't just take it slow. I need time to think, to figure out what I want.”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook tried to placate him.

“ You, you could have talked to me about this a bit sooner when it was clear I didn’t recognize you, or if you felt like I was ignoring you. Instead you…” he took a shuddering breath. “I'm sorry. I'm not ready. I'm sorry. And I am not that Chimmy anymore. "

Jungkook nodded, looking down at his feet. "I understand, I'll give you the space you need."

"I'm sorry, Jungkook-ssi," Jimin said again, before turning and walking away, leaving Jungkook standing there, looking after him with wide misty eyes. . He was about to run after Jimin only to step back when he noticed Jimin's distressed scent. His alpha was clawing inside to come out and run after and comfort his omega, but his rational side, the part of him that remembered how Jimin had looked the morning after their wedding, battered and bruised by his alpha, fought against these urges. 

Jungkook had been holding in his emotions for too long, and they were starting to suffocate him. He felt like he was going to explode like he was going insane from the constant push and pull between his alpha who only wanted to soothe and comfort and claim, and the part of himself that knew what he had done, how badly he had hurt his mate, his Jimin…

He walked as calmly as he could into his room and locked the door behind him. He didn't want  Jimin to hear him., So he crossed over to his empty king-sized bed, which he had bought because it was large enough to share a nest in. The goose-feather duvet was white and soft, perfect for snuggling under on cold rainy days. He grabbed a pillow and held it tightly to his chest, then buried his face in it, trying to muffle the sound of his screams.

Jungkook's body shook as he screamed into the pillow, the sound muffled but still loud enough to make him feel like he was releasing something. The tears flowed and soaked the soft cotton fabric.

" I did this…  I did this to my Jimin. Why? Why does it have to be like this? Why didn't I just talk to him before the marriage? It's all because of me. I thought he was angry at me. I thought.” He struggled to breathe through the snot and tears. “No! I wanted to talk to him all that wretched mating day. But that got ruined and I mated him forcefully. I am the one who hurt him. I traumatized him. Why do you want us both to suffer like this, Luna?" His voice was completely broken by the end. He couldn't understand why things had turned out the way they had, and he felt like he was drowning in his own guilt.

He pulled the pillow closer to his chest, feeling the soft fabric against his skin. He clutched it tightly, trying to calm himself down as he continued to sob uncontrollably. Agony twisted his face, inflaming his red eyes swollen from tears.

Jungkook's hands were pressed tightly against his chest as if he was trying to hold himself together. But he knew that he was falling apart, that he was losing control of everything he had been holding in for so long.

He screamed and cried into the pillow, wondering how love could have gone so wrong when suddenly he realized…this wasn’t love. It was merely limerence.

He sat down on the bed. The limerence he had for Jimin was never going to end. Jimin belonged to him. But, he felt a pang when he said that to himself. The weight of this sudden epiphany toppled him to his side, into the fluffy down of the duvet. Tired and exhausted, he drifted away to sleep. 

***

Jimin walked nervously into college, fiddling with the black silk scarf he had tied around his neck to hide the mating mark, which was still noticeably red. The scarf had been bought last year on a shopping trip with Taehyung, along with a matching jacket. 

He submitted all the documents to the head office and endured the expected earful from his professors. But, they said they would give him a chance to make up for all the missed work, and Jimin was determined to do it. His heart was pounding against his chest as he thought about everything that had happened between him and Jungkook. He had decided to continue his studies and put his personal life on hold for now. A pause.

As he entered the lecture hall and took his seat, Jimin tried to focus on the words of the professor and take notes, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Jungkook. He could feel Taehyung's intense gaze on him, focused on the mating mark. He readjusted the scarf and Taehyung looked away. 

Jimin didn’t want to think about the mark, didn’t want any questions related to it or the person who gave him that. So, Jimin chose to hide it. Hide it from everyone for as long as he could. 

His wolf felt guilty for avoiding their alpha, but he needed time and space to sort out his feelings and figure out what he wanted for his future, and somewhere, his omega agreed too. 

During his practical sessions, Jimin found himself completely engrossed in his work and completely focused on the tasks at hand. He felt a sense of peace as he worked, as if he was finally able to escape the turmoil of his personal life for a few moments. Despite his best efforts, Jimin still couldn't shake the feeling that he was running away from his problems. He knew deep down that he would eventually have to face his feelings for Jungkook and their marriage, but for now, he just wanted to focus on his studies and try to forget everything else.

Jimin sat in the college library, staring blankly at his textbook. His mind kept constantly wandering back to the man he was trying so hard to avoid - Jungkook. He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"Jimin, what's wrong?" Taehyung asked, concern etched in his voice.

Jimin shook his head, "Nothing Tae. I'm just trying to study."

Taehyung sat down next to him, "You're not fooling anyone, Jimin. You've been distant ever since the wedding. And every time I bring up Jungkook, you shut down.”

Jimin resolutely turned back to his book.

Taehyung took a breath, then said tentatively,  “Is he, not nice to you? Talk to me, what's going on?"

Jimin pressed his lips together, still staring at the book in his hands despite not seeing the words.

“Is he abusive? I'll kill him if he is,” Taehyung said much more firmly.

Jimin sighed, "I don't want to talk about it, Tae. Please. Just stop."

Taehyung nodded and mumbled the last part, "I get it. But if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you. I wish that I was quick enough to recognize what my heart was trying to tell me. "

Jimin smiled weakly, grateful for Taehyung's support. Despite his best efforts, however, the thoughts of Jungkook and the marriage continued to linger in the back of his mind, slowly eating away at him.

***

Taehyung was growing increasingly worried for his friend. Days passed just like that. Two months of gloom and blue. Jimin spent as much time as possible either in classes or in the library. He left early in the morning, bringing his meals with him, and got home on the last bus from the university.

Jimin was clearly growing more and more depressed and his friend wasn't ready to leave him alone and miserable. So he tried to be the best friend he could be. Taehyung found Jimin sitting alone under a tree with a book in his hands, lost in thought, and he could tell something was weighing heavily on his friend's mind. He approached him slowly, a warm smile on his face, and asked him what was wrong.

Jimin tried to brush it off, insisting that he was fine, but Taehyung knew better. He knew that Jimin had been struggling lately, feeling lost and alone in his own thoughts, and he was determined to cheer him up and bring him back to his normal self.

He started by cracking a few jokes, trying to get Jimin to laugh, but he only received a half-hearted smile in response. Undeterred, he pulled out his guitar and began to play a soft melody, hoping to soothe Jimin's troubled mind.

As he played, he noticed that Jimin's omega was starting to whine softly, almost as if it was protesting his presence. Taehyung couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt at the realization that Jimin's alpha and mate was not him, but Jungkook. He knew that Jimin's omega was reacting to the fact that he wasn't the right person to comfort him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Jimin alone in his current state.

But just as he was about to start singing, he noticed that Jimin had slipped away without a word. He looked around the room, confused and hurt, wondering what he had done wrong. But he knew deep down that it wasn't about him, that Jimin was dealing with something much bigger than their friendship.

As he packed up his guitar and headed out, he couldn't help the sadness for his friend. He knew that Jimin was struggling, that he was fighting a battle that no one else could see, and wished that he could do more to help. But he also knew that sometimes, the best thing you could do for someone was to simply be there, even if it meant standing by their side in silence.

***

Jimin knew that he couldn't avoid Jungkook forever, but he just wasn't ready to face him yet. He was torn between the feelings of obligation and duty and the fear of the unknown. He needed time and space to sort out his feelings, but the longer he pushed Jungkook away, the more he felt like he was losing himself. It was the stupid bond trying to pull them together. Was Jungkook feeling this too? Was he in pain? Jimin groaned. Why was his life so complicated? Jimin managed to recover all his classes and aced the recent test too. These were all little happiness that used to make him smile... Not anymore. 

***

Jungkook sat at the edge of his chair at his desk, staring blankly at the wall, his attention long since having faded away from the patient charts he was supposed to be reviewing. He had been working non-stop for the past five weeks as a surgeon, performing back-to-back surgeries each day. His eyes were tired and his body ached, but he pushed through it all, knowing that it was the only way he could give Jimin the space and time he needed. And it kept his own thoughts away from the black hole of guilt that had carved its way into his heart.

"Jungkook," a voice called out, snapping him out of his thoughts. He turned to see his friend Namjoon, standing in the doorway. "You need to take a break. You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

“I’m fine Namjoon,” he tried smiling, and looked back at the patient chart in his hand.

Namjoon’s footsteps echoed against the white tiles. “Have you looked in the mirror recently? You look exhausted. Go home to your mate. Eat a home-cooked meal for once. And please get some sleep.”

Jungkook shook his head, his eyes still distant. "I can't. Jimin needs time and I need to give it to him."

Namjoon sighed, walking over to sit on the edge of Jungkook’s desk. "You're not helping either of you by overworking yourself like this. You need to take care of yourself so you can be there for him when he's ready. Not to mention your patients."

Jungkook finally looked at Joon, then quickly shut his eyes as the warm pressure of tears started to ache "I just want to make things right. I want to be there for him, but I don't know how to without causing him more pain."

Namjoon placed a comforting hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Hurting yourself won’t help him.” 
Jungkook nodded, bringing his hands up to cover the tears streaming down his face. He knew that his friend was right, but it was so hard to watch Jimin suffer and not be able to do anything about it. He had never felt so helpless before, and it was tearing him apart inside.

“Just be there for him in your own way. Show him that you love him, but give him the space he needs. That's all you can do right now. You have waited for a long time, Jungkook. You can wait a bit more. "

But he knew what he had to do. He had to be strong for both of them. Because that was the only way he could show Jimin how much he loved him. By not giving up, by waiting for him till the time when Jimin is ready.

*** 

Jimin sat on a couch in the penthouse tv room, some mindless show playing in the background, surrounded by his books and notes, but his mind was elsewhere. He had known Jungkook for years online, but the recent events had left a sour taste in his mouth. Jungkook wasn’t the same funny and sweet bananamilklover he had texted with daily when he was a teenager. He hadn’t known what that person looked like, but he’d known his personality, hadn’t he? That person had made him feel valued, had made him laugh, had made him feel safe..

Jimin had noticed that Jungkook had been keeping his distance lately, and he was grateful for it. 

In a flash, Jimin lay curled up clutching at his stomach as waves of pain wracked his body. His breathing was shallow and labored, and his omega inside him was in excruciating pain at times. As he lay there, his mind wandered to Jungkook. He wondered if the alpha was feeling the same way. Was he in pain, too? Did he miss Jimin as much as Jimin missed him? 

***

Meanwhile, at the hospital, Jungkook was sitting in his office, staring blankly at his computer screen. He had been feeling an ache in his chest all day, a deep, gnawing pain that refused to go away. It was like a part of him was missing, and he couldn't quite figure out why.

As he sat there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but wonder if Jimin was feeling the same way. Were they both in pain, longing for each other but unable to bridge the distance between them? He wanted nothing more than to go home and hold his mate, to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. But he knew he couldn't do that, not until they had talked things through.

For now, all he could do was focus on his work and try to ignore the ache in his chest. He couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, not when he had patients to attend to. But deep down, he knew that he couldn't keep avoiding Jimin forever. They needed to talk, to work things out, or else the pain would only continue to grow. But the question was 'how'?

***

After some time when the pain subsided, Jimin took a deep breath and tried to focus on his studies. He reminded himself that he had a goal, and he couldn't let his personal life get in the way of it. He had always wanted to become a doctor, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from achieving his dream. Moreover, it was Jiwoo's wish too. 

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off the thoughts of Jungkook. He knew that he had to talk to him eventually, but for now, he needed to concentrate on his studies and put those thoughts away.

***

A week later, not much had changed. 

Jin came to the college to talk to his professor to know his opinion about a patient that he was dealing with. The mother has gone through several miscarriages and she couldn’t bear the pain of losing another baby. After his conversation, he left the room only to see Jimin walking like a dead soul, looking pale and weak, with his friend. Jin couldn't help but wonder if Jimin were similarly ignoring his health, much like Jungkook. 

"Jimin?" Jin called out. 

"Jin-hyung? Hello.  What brings you here?" Jimin and Taehyung bowed to pay respect to their senior. 

" I came to see my professor, needed his opinion on a case. But, Jimin? Please don’t take offence, but you don't look well. Jungkook looks  just as bad. Are you two okay? " Jin replied and looked at Jimin with worry in his eyes.

" I’m okay," Jimin replied. Jimin's knees wobbled as he stumbled forward, his vision blurring as he struggled to keep himself upright. He had been feeling lightheaded all morning, but now it was becoming unbearable. Taehyung and Jin noticed the struggle and quickly rushed to his side.

"Jimin, what’s wrong?" Taehyung asked, placing a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder.

Taehyung barely caught Jimin before he collapsed.

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Jimin shook his head, feeling as if the world was spinning around him. "No, I don't feel so good," he murmured, his words slurring slightly.

Jin quickly took off his jacket and rolled it up to place under Jimin's head as Taehyung helped lower him onto the ground. They made sure Jimin was comfortable and safe before Jin dialled for an ambulance.

As they waited, Taehyung held Jimin's hand, urging him to stay awake. Jimin's eyes were fluttering closed, and his breathing was becoming shallower.

"Jimin, stay with us. Keep your eyes open," Jin said, his voice shaking with worry.

Jin checked Jimin's pulse and his breathing, trying to keep calm and composed for his friends. " Jimin. Just hang in there. Open your eyes. " 

Jimin tried to get up, feeling restless but couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes closed, and he slumped backward, his body going limp. Taehyung and Jin both gasped in shock and fear.

"Jimin, wake up! Please!" Taehyung cried, shaking his friend's shoulder.

Jin quickly checked Jimin's pulse and breathing, and when he found he was just unconscious, he instructed Taehyung to help him take Jimin to a hospital nearby. Jimin's body felt heavy in Taehyung's arms as they rushed out of the building towards Jin's car. The wind blew fiercely around them, as if echoing the panic in their hearts. Taehyung's grip on Jimin tightened as he tried to keep him warm, but Jimin's face was ashen and his skin was cold.

*****

Jin was glad that one of his trusted friends was there at the hospital to treat Jimin. But the news his colleague delivered brought a look of shock to his face. He had a feeling that something was not right with Jimin, but this would change everything. Jin quickly regained his composure and started to examine Jimin more thoroughly. Taehyung was panicking and kept asking Jin what was wrong with Jimin, but Jin told him to stay calm and wait outside the room.

After almost an hour, and some much-needed hydration from a saline IV, Jimin's eyes fluttered open. Jin's sighed in relief as he saw Jimin slowly coming back to consciousness. Leaning in closer he held Jimin's hand, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Hey, buddy," he said softly, his voice shaking with emotion. "You scared us all, you know that?"

Jimin weakly nodded his head, his eyes still adjusting to the light. He tried to speak, but his voice was barely a whisper. Jin leaned in even closer, listening intently to what Jimin was trying to say.

"It's okay, Jimin-ah," Jin whispered, using his free hand to stroke Jimin's hair gently. "Just take it easy. You're going to be okay."

Once Jin was sure that Jimin was stable, he helped him to sit up on the bed.”How are you feeling now?”

“Hmm,” Jimin blinked slowly, as if not quite sure. “I’m better now I guess. Just exhausted. My limbs feel so heavy.” He let out a small moan and closed his eyes for a moment before looking back up at Jin.

" You are pregnant.”

Jimin’s eyes grew wider and he blinked again, holding his breath.

 “As an omega, I can understand how you might be feeling now.” He gave Jimin’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “As a doctor I have seen enough cases for me to know if the omega is okay or not with the news. I’m sorry if this is coming as a shock. But the tests confirmed it. Your HCG level is indeed high." Jin muttered with a pitiful look. Jin was called a blessed gynaecologist as he was rumored to be able to confirm pregnancy just by the scent of the mother. For the first time, Jin wanted his suspicions to go wrong. As a professional doctor, he knew when the timing was right and wrong,whether the omega was ready to be a mother. Now, seeing Jimin, so small and pale under the blanket in the hospital bed with dark bruise-like circles under his eyes, everything felt wrong.

Jimin seemed to finally come out of his shocked stupor and brought his hands to pull at his hair. “I’m, but I can't be… we only…it was just once… I can’t be preg- no no no I’m not ready for a baby I can’t I can’t do this I’m not ready I can’t-”

“Shh, shh, shh,” Jin reached out and gently untwisted Jimin’s hands from his hair then pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back. Jimin gripped Jin’s shirt tightly and buried his face into his shoulder, choking on uncontrollable sobs that shook his entire body. 

Jin stroked Jimin’s hair. "Jimin, I know this is a lot to take in, but you're not alone in this. I'm here for you. We'll figure this out together," Jin said, bringing his hand down from Jimin’s hair to hold one of the small hands gripping his shirt. 

It took several more minutes, but eventually, Jimin’s sobs began to even out into tiny sniffles. He still clung to Jin, but after taking a deep breath, began to speak. “I, I don’t know if you’ve seen Jungkook much recently?”

“Hmm, just at work, which isn’t too often since we work in different departments, and he hasn’t come over for dinner or gone out to drinks with us recently.” Jin reached over to the bedside table and pulled a tissue out of the box to hand to Jimin.

“Oh.” Jimin wiped his tears with a grimace, leaning back to blow his nose and look for the wastebasket on the floor. “Sorry about your shirt,” he said with a sheepish attempt at a smile, hunching his shoulders up to his ears apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it, I have others. You were saying?”

“Yes, well,” Jimin took another shuddering breath. A few tears leaked out, and Jin passed over another tissue. 

“Thank you.”

When Jimin didn’t continue, Jin tried to prompt him into talking by asking, “I had noticed Jungkook isn’t quite himself. Does that have something to do with what you were about to say?”

“Were you and…how did you meet Namjoon?”

At first, Jin was a bit shocked by the turn in the subject, but answered, “Our marriage was not really arranged if that’s what you’re asking. We both were in the same med school and his family is pretty much like mine, rich and conservative. We fell in love, families got to know and then we were engaged when we were pursuing our bachelor's and eventually got married,” Jin said with a sad smile. 

“Ah,” Jimin nodded and looked down at his hands, crumpling the tissue passing from one palm to the other. “I kind of knew Jungkook. But, I didn’t know it then. The feeling of being in love… is complicated.”

“What do you mean?” Jin asked, cocking his head to the side.

“We met online. Long story short, I didn’t know it was him because we used anonymous usernames in the chatroom. But, anyway,” Jimin shook his head and quickly moved on. 

Jin frowned. There seemed to be more there, but he didn’t dare interrupt.

“ I fell in love with his texts. So he knew who I was before our marriage, but I didn't until afterward. All of this happened so fast, but still. He should have told me. However, I cannot understand why he didn't. ”

Jin sucked in a breath, but kept his tongue still, despite the burning questions. This was shaping up to be an interesting turn of events.

With his fingers tearing up the tissue into smaller and smaller pieces, Jimin continued, “I was so, so scared and he didn’t say anything. I feel like he doesn't even see me." He looked up suddenly with watering eyes. “You know how it is, nobody sees omegas. Except when, well, looking at my body because, well,” he hunched down and wrapped the blanket up over his shoulders.

Jin nodded, “Yes, I know what you mean. Especially as an omega in the medical field. Even some of the people I see just assume I’m an assistant or nurse. At least once a day, someone asks where the doctor is. But you know something?” He leaned in with a conspiratorial smile to share a secret. 

“What?”

“There is no greater joy than wiping the smirk off an alpha’s face when I say I am the doctor.”

Jimin chuckled, and Jin was relieved to see a little life flashback into his soft brown eyes. 

“I’m sure you’ll get that pleasure one day soon.”

“Maybe… one day” Jimin’s demeanor turned bleak again, bringing a hand to his stomach, and staring out the window.

Jin patted Jimin’s knee and asked, “So what happened after the wedding? I know I barely saw you. You were quiet and reserved, and I assumed you were just nervous. What was going on?”

“Well, I honestly didn’t know what was going on. I’d never been to a wedding. The aftermath of it was… not great,” he shuddered and looked away. “The following day, I woke up to find a bite mark on my body, and I had no recollection of how it got there. It didn't cause any pain I think, but then-”

Jin leaned back in shock. "Hold on, you don't remember?" Jimin shrugged and gazed down at his hands.

"Jimin, I'm going to ask you a question," Jin began cautiously. "I understand that you may not be ready to answer it right now, but as a doctor, I hope you can trust me enough to confide in me. I promise not to disclose anything you say, not even to Namjoon."

“Not even your mate? But-”

“No, not even him. Patient confidentiality.”

“But we’re omegas. The law says that doctors have to inform alpha’s of their omega’s health.”

“Fuck the law,” Jin spat. Jimin looked up in surprise, leaning back as far as possible with wide eyes. Jin forced himself to relax and said in a gentler tone, “I apologize for my outburst. I don’t agree with that law, and neither does Namjoon. We’re separate people, even if we are mates. We tell each other important things because we love and trust each other, but not because we expect it. In this case, I will keep my promise and not tell Jungkook or anyone else what you say.”

The cryptic look Jimin threw Jin’s way was hard to interpret, but eventually, Jimin’s tense shoulders deflated and he nodded. 

“Ok.”

“Thank you for trusting me. Now you said you do not remember the mating bite, correct?” 

Jimin jerked his chin down in confirmation.

“Why don’t you remember?”

“I-I…” Jimin’s eyes suddenly filled with silent tears, which he quickly covered with shaking palms. 

“It’s ok, take your time,” Jin encouraged, laying a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. 

After several minutes of silent shuddering sobs, Jimin whispered, “There was a-a drink and a pill. I didn’t hear him when he gave me the pill and I-I didn’t take it because I didn’t know what it was. But later he told me, if…God if I’d only listened and if I’d just taken it then the drink wouldn’t have, wouldn’t have made me go into…I’m so stupid, if I just-”

"Psst, hey. Can I give you a hug?" Jin spread his arms, and Jimin leaned forward onto the bed until his head was on Jin's shoulder again. "Jimin, this isn't your fault. I have an idea of what they gave you. I'm really sorry." Jin had to hold back his anger, but he was used to sounding calm in his job, even if he was actually upset.

“What was it?” Jimin sniffled, barely above a whisper.

“The drink? An outdated tradition, which only the oldest and most conservative families still insist on. Essentially it's an herbal concoction that sends the omega into a very short but intense heat and the alpha into a rut, raising the chances of conceiving during the mating ceremony.”

“Oh, so that’s why my parents were so proud of a mating-conceived child. My brother, he’s the eldest.”

"Yep, they believed that if you had a baby during the mating ceremony, you'd have a stronger bond and a better kid. Total superstition, though. No science backs that up."

“Oh.”

“I knew the Jeons were an old family that tended to keep some of the older traditions, but I really didn’t know they were that traditional,” Jin muttered. One day he would need to have some words with Jungkook. But that was not what was needed today. Right now Jimin needed him. “What happened after the ceremony?”

Jimin took a moment to gather himself before speaking up, "The day after, Jungkook's mother pretended like nothing happened. She gave us gifts, made us eat seaweed soup, and dragged us shopping. But I was in pain and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. Jungkook kept following me around, even though I needed to be alone. And the worst part was that my wolf, my omega, felt better and safer when he was around, even though every time I looked at him, all I could think about was waking up and seeing the damage he caused me."

Shaking his head, Jimin’s whole body began to shake. “I feel so stupid, I don’t know anything, I didn’t know what to expect, nobody told me anything. Not even my mom, even though she knew. And now we’re living at his penthouse, alone, which is better than dealing with his mom every day, but also worse because he’s the only one there, and everything smells like him. And I feel so, I don’t know. When he touches me, my omega relaxes, but my human mind is disgusted, and I just don’t know what to do anymore. And now I’m pregnant and I don’t know if he’ll let me keep going to medical school. I’m not ready, I can’t have a baby with him. We don’t even talk! We don’t know each other! Sometimes I don’t see him for days. I know we’re mates now, and we’re stuck together, so we have to work something out someday, but now I’m pregnant and, I can’t do this, I can’t do this-” his words trailed off into tears.

Jin continued to rub Jimin’s back, letting him cry. When the sobs lessened in intensity, he said, “I’m so sorry. I’m here, and I’ll help you in whatever way I can.Jimin, I know it's not going to be easy, but you have to tell Jungkook. He’s the father and your mate, for better or worse. But I do hope one day, it will be for the better." Jin wiped away the tears from Jimin's eyes.

Jin thought about the coming conversation he would have to have with Jungkook. He knew it was going to be a tough conversation, but he also knew that Jungkook would be there for Jimin, no matter what. Despite the unfortunate circumstances of their mating, his friend wasn’t a total monster. He’d seen the compassionate side, the part of him that cared for his patients, his friends, and family, and how he played with Jin’s daughter.

“Jin hyung, please, I will tell Jungkook-ssi, when I’m ready. Please don’t tell him about my pregnancy. I’m just still trying to come to terms with this marriage, and the ceremonies and-”

“Hey, hey, I already promised, remember? I won’t tell him about the pregnancy.”

Jimin nodded and sunk back into the pillows. “Thank you Jin-hyung.”

“Of course. We omega’s have to stick together, right?” he said with a wink.

Jin looked more closely at Jimin and realized that all the trauma and secrecy had taken a toll on him. Despite being pregnant, Jimin had clearly lost weight, which was not immediately apparent due to his naturally full cheeks. However, upon closer inspection, Jin could feel his ribs and hip bones protruding more than they did when he wore his wedding reception dress. Thankfully, Jimin was not experiencing any physical pain and his pulse and blood pressure were back to normal. However, Jin recommended that Jimin make an appointment with a physician immediately for further testing to determine why he had fainted, which seemed to be due to low blood sugar and dehydration.

After the exam, he tried to comfort Jimin by holding his hand. “It will be ok, Jimin.” 

Jimin's shoulders shook with silent sobs, and he pulled up his knees, audibly gasping for breath as tears streamed down his face. "I can't handle this. I'm not ready for a baby, I can't even talk to my mate. And now I won't be able to finish medical school, and I'll have to stay at home while Jungkook is at work, and-"

"Hey, hey, it's not the end of the world. You're still here, right?"

Jimin nodded, still hiding his face. Jin rubbed his shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Then you can figure this out. You're strong enough to do it." Jin felt Jimin's pain deeply.

Jin stayed with Jimin, making sure he was okay and convincing him to drink some juice for energy. Eventually, Jimin fell asleep, his brow smoothing out. Jin knew this was just the beginning of a long journey for Jimin.. 

As Jin walked out of the room, he felt a heavy weight on his chest. He couldn't bear the thought of Jimin suffering alone, and he knew that he had to do something to help him. But then there was Jungkook, one of his oldest and dearest friends. How could he have hurt Jimin like that? How had everything gone so wrong? It didn’t seem to be in his friend’s character to rape someone, and yet Jin couldn’t think the worst of him.

 He ran his fingers through his hair and let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless and lost.

"God, give me the strength to help Jimin through this," he whispered under his breath, his voice trembling. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He left the room quietly, making sure that Jimin was comfortable one last time before heading back to the hospital, deep in thought and worried about what the future held.

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Taehyung paced back and forth down the hallway, waiting outside the closed door of Jimin’s hospital room. Dr. Seokjin and the attending physician had kicked him out as soon as they arrived at the hospital, saying that his stressed pheromones would only agitate Jimin more and he needed a calm environment to rest. Plus the doctor needed more room to work in the cramped space. Though he had argued at first, Taehyung knew the other two doctors were right, and eventually capitulated. The hallway, with its bright white tiles, offered no chairs for him to sit on, but Taehyung doubted he would be able to sit still anyway.

The door swung open with a click of the handle, and Taehyung immediately rushed back to where Dr. Seokjin emerged.

“Is he ok? What happened? Are the blood tests back? Did the doctor figure out what’s wrong?” 

Dr. Seokjin held out his hands in a calming manner and said firmly, “Your friend is ok. You don’t need to worry. We just talked a little and he had some juice, but he’s exhausted and sleeping again. If you’re quiet, you can go and sit with him.”

Taehyung almost pushed past Dr. Seokjin in his haste to see Jimin, but paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder, “Thank you. For taking care of him.”

“Of course,” Dr. Seokjin said with a wan smile. “And Taehyung? He needs your support now, more than ever. But please don’t-” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “don’t ask him too many questions. Let him talk when he’s ready, ok?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him,” Taehyung replied, but his brow crinkled. What did Dr. Seokjin mean by that cryptic advice?

It was dark by this time, and Jimin, a tiny lump curled up under the white blankets, was barely visible in the weak light filtering in from the streets below. Taehyung sat in the dimly lit hospital room, gazing out the window at the darkened cityscape beyond. The quiet hum of the medical equipment provided a constant background noise, while the sterile smell of antiseptic hung heavily in the air. Jimin lay motionless on the bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath.

Taehyung's thoughts drifted to the events of the day, replaying them in his mind like a broken record. He had watched in horror as Jimin had collapsed like a ragdoll. The frantic rush to the hospital, the blur of doctors and nurses, and the endless hours of waiting had all taken their toll. His whole body felt heavy and fatigued, stomach rumbling since it was after when he usually ate dinner.

Now, in the stillness of the room,  helplessness, and despair threatened to overwhelm him, knowing that he could do nothing to alleviate Jimin's suffering. He longed to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin and reassure himself that Jimin was still there, still fighting. But all he could do was watch and wait, his heart heavy with worry and fear. But he was an alpha, and Jimin a mated omega. Jimin wasn’t his. And he doubted very much that Jimin would want to deal with Jungkook’s wrath if he were touched by another alpha.

 As the night wore on and the darkness deepened, Taehyung resolved to stay by Jimin's side, to offer whatever comfort he could, and to pray that his friend would pull through.

He knew he loved Jimin. He had loved him for years, but he had never dared to tell him. Jimin had always been his best friend, and he didn't want to risk losing that friendship. But as he sat there, watching Jimin sleep and looking so pale and weak, he realized that he couldn't keep his feelings hidden anymore. Life was too short.

Jimin stirred in his sleep, and Taehyung's heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward, taking Jimin's hand in his own. Jimin's fingers twitched slightly at the touch, and Taehyung smiled softly.

"I love you, Jimin," he whispered, knowing that Jimin couldn't hear him.

As he sat there, lost in thought, Taehyung didn't notice when Jimin's eyes fluttered open. Jimin watched Taehyung for a moment, taking in the sight of him sitting there, holding his hand.

"Tae," Jimin said, his voice soft and groggy.

Taehyung looked up, startled to see Jimin awake. "Jimin, you're awake!" he said, his heart racing.

Jimin gave him a weak smile. "Yeah, I am. Jin hyung left?” His question was answered with an affirmative nod from Taehyung. Jimin looked down at his lap, closing his eyes and starting to pick at the blankets. "Tae, I’m sorry for being a burden to you."

"Jimin. You could never be a burden to me. I'll always be here for you, " Taehyung said, reaching out the wrest Jimin’s smaller hands from their fidgeting, his heart swelling with love.

As he held Jimin's hand, he thought about how much he cared for him. But he didn't want to risk ruining their friendship by confessing his feelings.

He decided to change the topic. "Jimin, do you remember that time when we went camping and you were too scared to sleep alone in the tent?"

Jimin's eyes slowly opened, and he looked at Taehyung, a small smile forming on his lips.

"Yeah, how could I forget?" Jimin said, his voice still groggy from sleep.

Taehyung grinned, relieved that he had successfully lifted Jimin’s mood a bit. He began to recount the funny incident, making Jimin laugh.

Suddenly the door opened, and a beta nurse came in with a clipboard filled with forms.

“Oh, you must be Jimin’s alpha,” she said, her tone scolding. “I’m surprised it took you so long to show up and take care of him.”

Taehyung's eyes widened in confusion, “Uh, I'm not Jimin's alpha," he said, his voice shaky.

Somi's face twisted in annoyance, "Then why are you here? Jimin's alpha should be here with him at a time like this."

Taehyung felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, “I, uh, I’m just a friend trying to help out,” he stuttered.

Somi sighed, “Well, that's not good enough. You should have been taking care of him properly.”

Taehyung shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of Somi's words. "I know," he muttered. "I'll make sure he's taken care of from now on."

Somi handed over the discharge forms to Jimin and turned to leave, but not before giving Taehyung one final scolding look. "Jimin's alpha should be the one taking care of him," she muttered before walking away.

She asked if Jimin had any questions. Jimin shook his head, thanked the nurse, and finished the paperwork swiftly.

Taehyung used one of the hospital's wheelchairs to take Jimin out to the sidewalk where they waited for an Uber to take them back to Jungkook’s penthouse. Taehyung wished he could take Jimin home to his place, or go somewhere far away from this nightmare, but instead tried to cheer Jimin up with jokes and recounting their childhood. A few times Jimin managed to crack a smile or tired chuckle. Soon he leaned his head against Taehyung’s shoulder, eyes falling closed, occasionally humming in response...

Once they got to Jungkook’s building, Jimin was barely awake. It took quite an effort to help him up on shaky legs and limp inside to the elevator. His steps faltered as they reached the living room, and Taehyung steadied him with a hand on his arm. Jimin's eyes met his, and Taehyung saw a look of uncertainty and fear there. Taehyung smiled, trying to assure him that it was okay even though he had no clue what Jimin was so afraid of.

For the rest of the night, they talked about their memories and future plans. As the sun began to rise, Jimin's eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep once again.

Taehyung sat there, watching him sleep, feeling content that Jimin was okay. He knew that he still had to tell him how he felt, but for now, he was just happy to be by Jimin's side.

Jungkook paced back and forth in his office. His alpha instincts were restless, practically screaming at him that something wasn’t right, that he needed to be with his mate... He couldn't seem to calm down no matter what he did. 

He picked up his phone and dialed Namjoon's number, "Namjoon hyung, I need to leave early. I'll come back later today if there’s any emergency."

Namjoon's voice was concerned, "Is everything okay, Jungkook?"

Jungkook hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him the truth; that his hormones were acting up like an adolescent alpha, driving him crazy with thoughts of rubbing his scent all over his mate and their nest and sucking on his mate’s bite mark. He decided against it., "Yeah, I'm just feeling a bit restless. I need to go home."

Namjoon seemed to understand, "Alright, take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything.”

Jungkook drove his car in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of Jimin. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong, and his alpha was on high alert.

When he reached the penthouse, he let out a sigh before typing in the passcode to unlock the door. As he stepped inside, he could smell traces of Jimin's distressed pheromones mixed with the scent of another alpha. Jungkook's alpha instincts roared to life, fiery rage seething in his veins...

He rushed towards Jimin's room, his heart pounding in his chest. When he entered the room, he saw Jimin sleeping on the bed. And next to him was Taehyung sleeping in the navy blue suede chair...

Jungkook's heart dropped when he saw Taehyung alone with a sleeping Jimin. He knew his alpha despised the other alpha, ever since he had tried to intervene between Jimin and him. He tapped Taehyung's shoulder. The other alpha woke with a start, then scowled when he recognized Jungkook, who promptly grabbed his arm, yanked him out of the chair, and roughly dragged him out of the bedroom before softly closing the door and continuing down the hallway... 

Jungkook had marched Taehyung out to the living room, making sure they were far enough away so as to not wake Jimin. "What happened to Jimin? What the hell happened ?" Jungkook spat, his voice laced with worry and fury.

Taehyung jerked his arm out of Jungkook’s iron grip but didn’t step out of his space. "Jimin collapsed earlier today, and Dr. Seokjin and I brought him to the hospital. He's been sleeping since we got back and I was here taking care of him," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's alpha roared inside him, angry that another alpha had taken care of Jimin instead of him. "Why were you taking care of him? Why didn’t you call me? You could have asked Jimin for my number." 

Taehyung's eyes narrowed. "I hate you, Jungkook-ssi. I hate you for what Jimin is going through. If you want answers, ask Jimin when he wakes up or just ask Seokjin-ssi because I know Jimin’s been avoiding you for days and I don’t want to share anything regarding my Jimin with a stranger," he said before storming out of the room.

“ I’m his mate Taehyung.” Jungkook gritted his teeth , seconds away from hitting the younger alpha in front of him.

“ Oh, are you? Really? Because as far as I know, Jimin’s been trying too hard to hide the mating mark you gave him.” With that Taehyung put on his jacket and walked out of the room.

Jungkook stood there, feeling lost and confused. His fists clenched tightly as  Taehyung left the living room. His alpha was roaring inside him, furious at the mention of the mating mark. But Jungkook knew Taehyung was right; he deserved all the hate from Jimin...

He sank into the couch, face contorted with frustration and anger. He couldn't understand why Taehyung hated him so much. They had never really spoken to each other, but every time they were in the same room, Jungkook could feel the tension building between them.

 Racing thoughts swirled like a hurricane. He was an alpha, he should be the one his omega went to for comfort and safety. Alpha’s were supposed to be the protectors. And yet, he had failed to even notice his mate was ill before ending up in the hospital. Jimin had every reason to hate him, but still, Jungkook should have noticed, should still be taking care of him. Could he ever prove he was a worthy alpha? Could he ever fix what was broken between them?. He wished he could just talk to Jimin and clear things up, but he knew that Jimin needed time to figure things out.

Jungkook sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. He couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that weighed heavily on him. He had never wanted to hurt Jimin, but his alpha had other plans.

He looked up when he heard a soft knock at the door, but didn’t move. He had no interest in talking to anyone right now.

Whoever it was then pressed the doorbell. Worrying that it would wake Jimin, Jungkook ran over to tell them to piss off. He pressed the intercom and said, “I’m busy right now, please leave.” He didn’t care how rude he sounded.

 Then a familiar voice said, “It’s me Jungkook.”

“Jin-hyung?”

“Let me in, Jungkook. We need to talk about Jimin.” 

Sighing, and resigning himself to enduring whatever Jin had to say, he unlocked the door and ushered his friend inside, leading him to the couches in the living room. Jin was Jungkook's close friend and confidante, but even he didn't know the full extent of what was going on between Jimin and Jungkook.

Jungkook forced a smile on his face, trying to appear casual. "Hyung, sit" .

Jin raised an eyebrow, sensing the tension in the room. "What's going on with you Jungkook?" he asked with an apprehensive gaze..

Jungkook shook his head. "Nothing. It's just...complicated," he said, his voice trailing off.

Jin nodded in sympathy. "I know. Jimin told me a little bit about what was going on. It's tough, Kook. But that’s something that you need to figure out with Jimin.” The older man took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. Silence stretched for a moment before he finally said with a somber voice, “Jungkook, fix things up before they get out of your hands."

Jungkook sighed again, feeling overwhelmed. He knew that he needed to find a way to fix things with Jimin, but he had no idea where to start.

“ What happened to Jimin, Hyung?” Jungkook questioned, slightly irritated with the fact that Jin left Jimin alone with Taehyung and didn’t even bother to call him.

“Kook, sorry. Everything happened unexpectedly and I got an emergency call so I had to leave.” Jin sat on the leather chair across from him and ran a tired hand over his face, then took a deep breath and turned worried eyes to his friend. “Jimin isn’t well, Jungkook. He doesn’t want you to know about his health condition, so I won’t break his trust. The only thing I can tell you is that you better sort out the misunderstandings and whatever else has happened between you and start afresh.” Jin sounded very concerned. Jungkook could feel the weight of Jin's words settling on his shoulders. It was as if a heavy burden had been placed upon him, and he knew that he needed to act quickly.

As Jungkook sat there, feeling lost and alone, Jin leaned forward and extended a comforting hand. The gentle touch on his shoulder became a lifeline. It was a reminder that he wasn't alone in this. That he had people who cared about him and wanted to help him through this difficult time.

Suddenly they both jumped as Jin’s work pager began to ring. Jin glanced briefly but put it away and gave a final pat to his friend’s shoulder.

Jungkook closed his eyes briefly and then gave a small nod.“Okay, I understand that Jimin doesn’t want me to know. You should leave. It seems like an emergency. ”

Jin's pager kept on ringing. 

" Yeah, I should. Take care, my friend." 

Jungkook nodded. 

Jin rose and quickly strode across the room but paused in the doorway. “Call me if you need. I’ll send a text to check back in on you later when I get a chance.”

Jin's departure left Jungkook feeling drained, the weight of the world seemingly resting on his shoulders. He couldn't shake off the feeling of helplessness that seemed to be consuming him like he was nothing more than ash burning in flames. 

His tired eyes scanned the empty room before his feet carried him to Jimin's bedside. Gently, he tucked the blanket around his love and checked his temperature with the back of his hand. Sinking to the floor with head resting on the bed, he intertwined his larger fingers with Jimin’s short delicate ones. 

"I’m here, Jimin-ah." Jungkook whispered, his voice cracking. He let out a deep sigh, body sinking into the ground as he held Jimin's hand to his lips.

" I wish I could take away your pain, and make it all go away.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Jimin’s delicate hand. I love you so much, it hurts." He let out a deep sigh, his body sinking into the ground as he held Jimin's hand to his chest.

The weight of the situation was too much for Jungkook to bear, and his body began to tremble with the effort of holding back his tears. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice cracking. "I just wanted to mark you, to show the world that you were mine. But fate played its dirty game on us. I never meant to hurt you, Chim.  And I won't ever again. I'll always love you, no matter what."

Jungkook's eyes filled with tears which started trickling down his cheeks, thinking about what Jimin had been through.  He continued to hold Jimin's hand, squeezing it gently as he spoke.

"Your sister cheated me, but I won't hate her, Jimin. You wouldn't like it if I did, and I don't want to hurt you anymore. I'll wait for you. Forever. You're so beautiful, Jimin. I can't stop staring at you."

Jungkook's body shook with silent sobs as he poured out his heart to Jimin. He knew that he couldn't fix everything, but he wanted to be there for his beloved in any way that he could. The weight of his exhaustion began to take its toll, and Jungkook soon found himself dozing off. But he refused to let go of Jimin's hand, holding on tight as he slept...

As he drifted off, one thought remained at the forefront of his mind: "I'll wait for you forever."

He stayed by Jimin's side throughout the night, sleeping in that position with their hands intertwined…

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The room was shrouded in a heavy silence, only broken by the rhythmic sound of Jungkook's gentle snores. As Jungkook slept, Jimin lay still, feigning sleep. His eyes were closed, but his mind was wide awake, absorbing every word, every sigh that escaped Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook's sleep was restless, haunted by the weight of his actions and the pain he had inflicted upon Jimin. His whispered confessions lingered in the air, reaching Jimin's ears like a haunting melody. However, Jimin remained steadfast in his silence, a shield against the turmoil of emotions threatening to surface.

The past echoed in the room — a time when their love existed in the intangible realm of late-night chats, the soft cadence of exchanged words creating an unbreakable bond. Yet, that ephemeral happiness shattered when Jimin thought about how his own sister betrayed him and that wretched day that he lost his beautiful sister. Jungkook played a huge role too, right? If only Jungkook loved his sister and not him, the fate would have been much simpler and his sister might have been with him now. Jimin couldn’t help but think about everything.

The memory of that betrayal mingled with the trauma of that fateful night, an indelible mark on Jimin's soul. He had been violated by the one saying he loves him unconditionally, and now, a new life grew within him as a cruel reminder of that horrific event. The dream of becoming a doctor, a beacon of hope that had guided Jimin through countless hardships, now faced the shadow of uncertainty.

The weight of his decision pressed heavily on Jimin's chest. The child growing within him represented a future he wasn't prepared for, a dream deferred by the brutality of reality. The choice to bring a life into the world clashed with Jimin's aspirations, creating a tumultuous inner conflict.

But as Jungkook continued to sleep, oblivious to the storm within Jimin, the latter held onto his silence. Forgiveness seemed like an unattainable horizon at the moment, and forgetting was an option Jimin refused to entertain. His closed eyes shielded him not just from the dimly lit room but from the possibility of reconciliation.

Jimin stirred, feeling an unsettling unease that crept beneath his skin like a ghostly whisper. His sweatshirt clung to him as beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. The air felt thick, suffocating, as if an invisible force tightened its grip on his chest.

A sudden wave of nausea engulfed him, and Jimin's eyes widened with alarm. The room spun, and he staggered, clutching his stomach as a sharp pain intensified within him. Pyjamas clung to his legs as he stumbled towards the bathroom, desperation etched across his face.

In the dim light of the bathroom, Jimin's face contorted with agony. He dropped to his knees, his pyjamas pooling around him as the merciless pain reached its zenith. Cold sweat trickled down his temples, mirroring the beads of condensation that clung to the bathroom tiles.

The retching sounds that followed were guttural, echoing the turmoil within Jimin's body. He clutched the rim of the toilet, his knuckles turning white as he expelled the contents of his stomach. The sharp tang of bile lingered in the air.

The commotion jolted Jungkook awake, his eyes flickering open to a scene of distress. Panic surged through him as he recognized the agony etched on Jimin's face. The alpha leaped from the bed, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"Jimin! What's happening?" Jungkook's voice was frantic, his hands reaching out to steady Jimin as he continued to retch. The scent of sickness filled the air, and Jungkook's worry intensified.

Jimin, overwhelmed by pain, gestured weakly for Jungkook to leave. "Go, Jungkook-ssi. Just go," he managed to gasp between heaves, but Jungkook remained steadfast, refusing to abandon him.

"No, I won't leave you like this," Jungkook insisted, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and fear. He dampened a cloth with cold water and gently wiped Jimin's forehead, silently urging him to endure the ordeal.

The pain radiated through Jimin's body, each wave more intense than the last. He wriggled on the bathroom floor, sweat glistening on his pale skin. "Jungkook, please, just give me a moment," he pleaded, his voice strained.

Jungkook, undeterred, stayed by Jimin's side, offering silent support. "Tell me what's happening, Jimin. I need to know how to help you," he urged, his eyes reflecting a mixture of helplessness and determination. The dance of shadows played upon the walls mirrored the turmoil within Jungkook's chest. Helplessness gripped him, his hands trembled in an agonized symphony with Jimin's cries, and the room felt smaller, suffocating under the weight of their shared distress.

Jimin's cries reached a fevered pitch, the crescendo of pain threatening to shatter the very foundations of their shared reality. Jungkook's breath caught in his throat, and he struggled to reconcile the vibrant, laughing Jimin he knew with this broken, suffering figure before him.

As the echoes of Jimin's agony filled the room, Jungkook's hands shook, hovering uncertainly as if afraid to touch the source of the pain. He saw the wetness, the ominous stain that marred Jimin's lower garments, and a profound dread settled over Jungkook like a suffocating shroud. His mate was bleeding, and the realization paralyzed him.

"Jimin! Jimin, please," Jungkook pleaded, his voice a desperate refrain in the symphony of pain. He moved towards Jimin, hands outstretched as if to grasp hold of the intangible torment and banish it. Yet, the sight of blood seemed to bind him, anchoring him in a reality he was ill-prepared to face.

Before Jungkook could articulate the words of reassurance or inquiry that hovered on his trembling lips, he witnessed the gradual dimming of Jimin's consciousness. The transition from anguished screams to haunting stillness unfolded like a cruel tableau, and Jungkook's heart plummeted into an abyss of dread. He understood, with a sickening clarity, the gravity of the situation—the life slipping away from the one he cherished most.

In a swift, almost mechanical motion, Jungkook gathered Jimin into his arms, cradling him with a tenderness that belied the chaos in his mind. Panic surged through his veins as he snatched his keys, rushing towards the door with an urgency born of sheer desperation. The threshold of the unknown awaited, and Jungkook's world narrowed to the singular focus of preserving Jimin's fragile thread of existence.

"Jimin, keep your eyes open. Please, stay with me," Jungkook implored, his voice strained with both fear and determination. Each step towards the hospital felt like a marathon, the weight of Jimin's weakening body pressing on Jungkook's soul.

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Leaning against the sterile wall, Jungkook watched Jin guide the nurses, pointing urgently toward the operation theatre. The clothes from yesterday clung to him, a reminder of the long hours and emotional strain etched on his disheveled appearance.

His alpha stirred within, threatening to break free, but Jungkook fought to keep composure amidst the medical staff. Namjoon appeared, hands finding comfort on Jungkook's shoulders, offering silent reassurance.

Seated in the waiting room, Jungkook's eyes flitted nervously. This was the irony of his job—now the silent petitioner, grappling with the uncertainty. Assurance was a fragile shield against the storm of emotions. The waiting room hung heavy with the unspoken understanding that, in moments like these, the conventional assurances of a doctor fell short. Jungkook's heart mirrored the sentiments of countless family members who had occupied similar seats in the past.

In the silent interlude of the waiting room, time seemed to stretch and contract, a paradoxical dance echoing the unpredictability of life. Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the corridor, his yearning palpable.

“Doctor Jeon, Doctor Jin has asked to give you the forms. Please fill and sign the forms now. It’s urgent” A nurse handed out the papers to Jungkook.

As the paperwork materialized before him, Jungkook's gaze glazed over the lines of text. The words blurred into an incomprehensible jumble. His surgical precision and focus, honed through years of medical practice, faltered when faced with the gravity of the decision encapsulated in those documents. Jungkook's hand moved mechanically, penning his signature across the lines as if engaged in a surreal dance with fate. Each stroke of the pen felt like etching a fragment of his soul onto the paper. The paperwork was a bridge between the known and the unknown, a contract sealing the pact between hope and despair.

But it wasn't until he handed the completed forms back to the nurses that the reality of the content hit him like a sledgehammer. The words leaped out at him, stark and unyielding: "Agreement for the termination of the pregnancy." The magnitude of those words reverberated through the corridors of his consciousness. Jungkook's gaze lingered on the form disappearing behind the clinical doors.

Jungkook grappled with the weight of his realization. The magnitude of his impact on Jimin's life unfolded before him like a relentless storm. He was the harbinger of the tempest that had engulfed Jimin's existence. The truth pierced through him—his actions, the catalyst for Jimin's turmoil. A haunting awareness settled within, a bitter realization that he had indeed shattered Jimin. The depth of the damage became an indelible mark on Jungkook's conscience.

“I'm unforgivable,” Jungkook's voice trembled with the weight of guilt, the admission heavy in the air. “No, I don't deserve forgiveness. I should face the consequences. Death, torture—anything to atone for what he's enduring. Hyung, you were right all along.” The admission hung in the space between them, a heavy confession that echoed the depth of Jungkook's regret. In his despair, he grappled with the purpose of his existence, questioning the value of a life that had inadvertently become a source of torment for the one he loved.

"All the love I gave him, it was torture," Jungkook confessed, the anguish etched on his face. The vulnerability stripped away the veneer of strength, leaving him exposed as the tears welled in his eyes.

Unable to contain the torrent of emotions, Jungkook, stripped of the façade of composure, wept unabashedly. His tears, the silent testimony to the profound realization, fell like a cascade of remorse, each droplet carrying the weight of the agony he had unknowingly inflicted upon Jimin.

“Omega Jeon has lost a lot of blood and we are in short of the blood group in our blood bank because of an accident case. Please arrange donors quickly.” The nurse was hesitant because of Jungkook’s crying condition.

“AB-ve. That’s his blood group. I’ll do it. Hyung can you please donate too? Would that be enough?” The nurse nodded and went back. He questioned Namjoon knowing that their blood groups are same. He quickly wiped his tears and went for the same.

"Omega Jeon has suffered substantial blood loss, and our blood bank is currently in shortage due to a bus accident case. We urgently need donors for his blood group. Please do something about this immediately" The nurse hesitated, taking note of Jungkook's visibly distraught state.

"AB-negative. That's his blood group. I'll do it. Hyung, can you please donate as well? Will that be sufficient?" The nurse affirmed with a nod before retreating. Jungkook, despite his tear-streaked face, turned to Namjoon, aware that their blood types matched.

After their blood donation, Jungkook and Namjoon returned to the waiting area. Namjoon, concerned about Jungkook's emotional state, gently approached him.

"Jungkook, I know this is incredibly tough, but you need to try and calm down. Your emotions could affect Jimin through the bond you share. His omega needs his alpha’s comfort," Namjoon advised, placing a reassuring hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

Jin emerged out and went directly to Jungkook and Namjoon. He said the operation went well and Jimin was currently unconscious. Jin also talked to Jungkook about what happened the day before and all Jungkook could do was stand and cry. He fell on the floor and cried repeating everything again and again.

Jin stepped out, his eyes reflecting a mix of relief and exhaustion. He made a beeline for Jungkook and Namjoon, delivering the news about the successful operation and Jimin's current unconscious state.

"Jungkook, he's okay. The operation went well," Jin reassured, his voice carrying the weight of the emotional ordeal. Jungkook's eyes welled up, and he felt a rush of emotions overwhelming him.

As Jin shared the details of the previous day's events, Jungkook's legs gave way beneath him. He crumpled to the floor, unable to contain the flood of emotions. His body shook with silent sobs as he replayed the distressing moments in his mind.

"I messed up so bad, Hyung. I didn't mean for any of this to happen," Jungkook choked out between his tears. Jin knelt down beside him, offering a comforting touch on his shoulder.

"It's going to be okay, Jungkook. The important thing is Jimin is safe now. We'll figure this out together… later. I will take care of him. Give him some time. He needs it badly," Jin reassured, his soothing words providing a lifeline amid the emotional storm and Jungkook nodded positively while crying.

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Jungkook eventually found a semblance of calm, and sensing the right moment, Jin decided to have a heart-to-heart conversation. They were friends, and Jin, being Jimin's doctor, believed it was crucial to address matters head-on.

“Jungkook, have this at least.” Jin gave him a cup of coffee and a stern look to drink it right away.

"Look, I want you to understand that the timing of the guest that came into both your lives wasn't right. Jimin wasn't prepared for a baby, nor did he desire it at this point. The whole situation was entirely unplanned. As a certified gynecologist, I can say that the decision for termination was the best one. There were minimal chances for the baby to thrive, considering Jimin's current state. He's struggling with depression and confusion, and introducing a baby into the mix would have had a severe impact on him."

"I know you two haven't discussed Jimin's pregnancy. From what I gathered talking to Jimin, if he had approached you about an abortion, you would have agreed, right?” Jungkook nodded.

“Why didn’t he talk to me Hyung? I would have stayed by his side. I would have respected his decisions… helped him” Jungkook was cut off by Jin.

“Kook. Remember what you did to Jimin was and will forever be unforgiveable. I can’t even think about getting rap-“Jungkook closed his ears and tears started flowing his eyes again.

"Stop, Hyung. Please," Jungkook whispered, his voice pleading.

"No, Jungkook! No! Get this inside your head so that you understand this situation. Now, Jungkook, it's crucial to keep your mother away from Jimin. I wasn't even aware that those outdated practices of conceiving right after marriage were still being followed. Your family, as you've mentioned, is excessively and disgustingly traditional," Jin retorted angrily, his frustration evident.

"I didn’t want it to happen, Hyung. I didn’t want to. Ask Jimin if I have ever even touched him without his permission. I did once. After we got engaged. That was because my stupid alpha surfaced, and you know how I suck at controlling my alpha," Jungkook broke down completely, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions.

“I didn’t want things to happen this way, Hyung. You think after all these years of waiting for Jimin, I wouldn’t have waited till I got his permission? You think that ill of me, Hyung?” Jungkook was crying so badly at this point, his tears reflecting the depth of his sorrow.

“Jungkook. I…” Jin's disappointment in himself was palpable, his expression mirroring the regret he felt.

“I wanted to talk to him that day. Tell him how happy and lucky I was and am to have him as my mate. To tell him how much I loved him. To tell him how I waited all these years just like I promised to him,” Jungkook continued, his words choked with emotion.

“I tried so hard to go against this stupid shit of a tradition. When nothing worked, I told my mother to talk about this stupid tradition to Mrs. Park to relay the same to Jimin. To give him an understanding of what that stupid drink was going to be. I asked him to take the pill. I asked him to eat the pill to not let shit like this happen. But he couldn’t, and no married alpha can stay away from their omegas during their heat, Hyung. You know it better,” Jungkook explained, his voice a mix of pain and frustration.

"Things got messed up from the start. Then I learned how his sister deceived us both, and then everything became a mess. At this point, it's so bad, worse. Hyung, I agree that I did all this to him. But am I really the worst Hyung? Kill me, Hyung. I don't want to live anymore," Jungkook confessed, his voice strained and filled with self-condemnation.

As he spoke, Jungkook's shoulders slumped, and he dropped to his knees. His hands clenched into fists, expressing the turmoil within him. His eyes, clouded with tears, pleaded for understanding and absolution.

Jin, witnessing Jungkook's anguish, felt a heavy ache in his chest. He moved closer, his touch gentle on Jungkook's trembling shoulder. "Jungkook, you're not the worst. None of us expected this, and sometimes life throws challenges that feel insurmountable."

Jungkook looked up, desperation etched across his face. "Hyung, I hurt him. I destroyed everything we had."

Jin crouched down, his eyes meeting Jungkook's. "Yes, mistakes were made. The timings were terrible. But you have to learn from them, not let them consume you. Jimin needs you now, and you can't give up. We'll figure this out together. Jimin really needs time to heal and you do too"

Tears streamed down Jungkook's face as he clung to Jin, his silent sobs echoing the depths of his remorse and the pain that had unfolded.

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Jimin blinked, slowly regaining consciousness. He felt a dull ache in his head, and his vision was blurry. Where was he? He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He was lying on a hospital bed, hooked to various machines and tubes. He felt a pang of fear and confusion, wondering what had happened to him. He tried to remember, but his mind was blank. He felt his eyelids grow heavy again, and he succumbed to the lure of sleep, hoping to find some answers in his dreams.

The VIP room looked more like a luxury suite than a hospital room. The room radiated a soothing atmosphere, decorated with soft colors and cozy furniture. A large window offered a view of the city skyline, glittering in the night.

"Jungkook, it's better if you stay out here for now. Give Jimin some space. He needs his privacy," Jin said, placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder.

"But I want to be with him, Hyung," Jungkook pleaded, his eyes brimming with concern and anxiety.

"I know, but trust me, it's for the best. He needs some time alone," Jin said, leading Jungkook to a seat just outside Jimin's room.

Jungkook reluctantly sat down, his gaze fixed on the closed door. He wanted to be at Jimin's side, to hold his hand, to comfort him, to tell him everything would be okay. He felt a surge of guilt and regret, wishing he could have done something to prevent this from happening. He felt Namjoon's presence beside him, offering silent but steadfast support. He knew Namjoon understood how he felt, how much he cared for Jimin.

Time crawled by, and Jungkook felt a restless knot tighten in his chest. He couldn't bear the wait, the uncertainty, the helplessness. He wondered how Jimin was doing, if he was in pain, if he was scared, if he would ever forgive him. He felt his alpha stir, wanting to protect and be there for his mate. Determined to keep his composure, he shut down his alpha completely, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within him. He had to be patient, to not destroy Jimin's life in any way, to let him heal.

Namjoon noticed Jungkook's distress, and suggested he take a break. He joked that he would give Jungkook a bath himself if he didn't take care of his own needs. Jungkook smiled weakly, appreciating Namjoon's attempt to lighten the mood. He agreed to go to his apartment for a quick shower and change of clothes. He also grabbed some clothes for Jimin, hoping he would like them.

He rushed back to the hospital, feeling anxious to see Jimin again. He hoped Jimin would wake up soon. He hoped Jimin would forgive him, and that they could start over. He hoped Jimin would love him, and that they could be happy. This will be a dream that’s going to take forever to be a reality. Time may heal the pain of the wounds but will the memories fade? Will this ever be a reality? Time might heal Jimin. And Jungkook’s heart is going to burn till then . And if Jimin decides otherwise? As he sank into the sofa, Jungkook's eyes fixated on the stark white walls of the room, feeling like he was trapped in an endless vacuum of worry and uncertainty. 

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Jimin opened his eyes, realizing he was in a hospital room. He felt a dull ache in his head, and his vision was blurry. Where was he? What had happened? He tried to remember, but his mind was blank. He winced, feeling a sharp pang in his lower abdomen. Pain gripped him fiercely, a relentless ache that seemed to gnaw at his very core. He remembered the blood, the screams, the loss. He had miscarried his baby, his mate's baby… His mate who had broken his heart.

He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings. He heard the beeping of the machines, the humming of the air conditioner and the rustling of the curtains. He smelled the antiseptic, the flowers, the coffee .His senses heightening with the the clock ticking. He saw the blandness of the room. He felt the coldness of the sheets, the roughness of the gown… the emptiness of his womb.

The overwhelming weight of loss and suppressed anguish seized him, making him clench the edges of the blanket tightly, his knuckles turning white. His breaths came in ragged gasps, the agony in his chest becoming palpable. His hand found its way to his abdomen, a longing touch seeking the life that was no longer there.

Jin entered the room, greeting Jimin with a gentle smile. He was Jimin's friend, his hyung, his doctor. He had been there for Jimin, ever since he found out about his pregnancy and his miscarriage. He had performed the medical termination procedure, removing the dead fetus from Jimin's body, saving his life. 

As Jimin grappled with the haze of emotions and the turmoil inside him, Jin's voice cut through the air. "Jimin, I'm here to help you," he spoke with a soft tone, his eyes reflecting concern and empathy. "I understand how hard this is for you, but I need to make sure you're healing properly." Jin approached Jimin cautiously, his hands hovering, ready to comfort, yet aware of the precariousness of the situation. He checked Jimin's vitals, adjusting his medication. He asked him some questions, assessing his condition. He explained the procedure, informing him of the risks, the side effects and the recover.

Jimin's eyes darted towards Jin, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within their depths. The warmth of Jin's presence juxtaposed with the coldness of his grief-stricken soul. His lips quivered, fighting back the words that threatened to spill out, the inner battle between despair and longing painted on his face.

Jimin listened to Jin, nodding occasionally. He appreciated Jin's kindness, his professionalism, his friendship. Jin attempted to soothe Jimin's pain, to reassure him, to be the steady presence Jimin needed in this whirlwind of emotions.  Jin recognized the complexity of grief and the torment that now plagued his friend.

Jimin was grieving for the loss but he also felt a surge of resentment, of anger, of fear. The room seemed to shrink around Jimin, the sterile environment suffocating amidst the emotional storm raging within. He blamed Jin for taking away his baby. He felt his perception alter, his eyes changing color. They turned from a warm brown to a cold blue, signaling the dominance of his omega. The dominance of his omega, suppressed for so long, threatened to take over completely, leaving Jimin in a vulnerable and uncontrolled state.

He had seen such cases before, where the omega's anguish overpowered their human side, leading to a path of irreparable devastation.. They became unstable, irrational, and violent. They needed their mates to comfort them, to reassure them, to bond with them. But in Jimin’s case, he had suppressed his omega for so long. Jimin had shut his omega down. His father had kept him on suppressants all the time, and because of that, Jimin’s omega was becoming out of control with each passing second, not knowing how to control their emotions and distress. With the human part of him losing control more and more because of the weakness, the omega inside him was gaining more power over him. And in some cases, the omega went insane and lost themselves, or the human part would never be able to surge forward and eventually live a life as if their human part didn’t exist - become feral and in the end… die. Because Luna created them to co-exist.

 He saw Jin as a looming threat, a dangerous enemy, a vicious predator. Jin knew one thing, he should act quick, because Jimin was on the brink of self-harm, of harming others, of losing himself. With the stakes high and time slipping away, Jin knew that only Jimin's alpha, Jungkook, could restore balance and calm to his mate. Jin hurriedly left the room, his mind racing to find Jungkook, the one person who could save Jimin from the torment of his own emotions.

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"Jungkook, Jimin needs you," Jin's voice trembled with concern, his eyes reflecting the gravity of the situation. "He's distressed, and I fear he might harm himself and others. You're the only one who can calm him down. Just try to calm him down and release your calming pheromones. If calling him Jimin doesn’t work, address him as omega or mate"

Jungkook's eyes widened in alarm. He understood the severity of the situation and the crucial role he had to play in calming Jimin. "I'll talk to him, Jin," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "I'll do everything to help him."

Jin nodded, placing a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "I'll be here with you," he said, his eyes somber. They hurried back to Jimin's room, determined to help him.

Jungkook entered the room, his chest tightening as he smelled Jimin's distressed scent. His heart ached for his mate, the anguish in the room overwhelming. Jimin, lost in his turmoil, seemed oblivious to Jungkook's presence. "Jimin," Jungkook called out, his voice quivering, but Jimin didn't respond, his hands reaching toward the IV tube.

Jungkook intervened, halting Jimin's hands. He tried to connect with Jimin, addressing him as his omega. Jimin's attention shifted, and he recognized Jungkook as his alpha.

The omega pleaded tearfully for forgiveness, blaming themselves for the loss of their pup and expressing their failure as an omega and mate. “I’m so sorry, alpha. I’m so sorry I couldn’t give you a pup. I’m so sorry I failed you as an omega. I’m so sorry I disappointed you as a mate. Please, please don’t hate me. Please, please don’t leave me.” The omega sobbed, clutching Jungkook’s shirt.

Jungkook reassured the omega, affirming that the loss wasn’t anyone’s fault and that they were not ready for a pup. He emitted calming pheromones, soothing the distressed omega. He gathered Jimin in his arms, whispering words of comfort, holding him close as tears streamed down their faces.

“Shh, Jimin…my dear omega, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, it’s not anyone’s fault. Things happen for a reason, and this wasn’t the right time for us to have a pup. This doesn’t mean I’ll love you any less. You’re my omega, my mate, my everything. I don’t hate you, I don’t want to leave you. I want to stay with you, always.”

"Please, Omega Jeon," Jungkook pleaded softly, his voice trembling with emotion. "I need both of you in my life, always. You're both a part of who I am. Jimin didn't do anything wrong, so please don't blame him. My alpha agrees with this and he is also dejected right now, not going to lie about that. But, he understands you and he is not disappointed. Omega, I need you to let Jimin come back. He needs to rest and heal. He needs to know that I’m here for him, that we’re here for each other. Can you do that for your alpha, Omega Jeon? Can you let Jimin come back? ”

Complying with the alpha’s request, the omega retreated into dormancy, relinquishing control for Jimin to resurface. Exhausted from the emotional turmoil, Jimin succumbed to unconsciousness once more, his body fatigued from the overwhelming distress.

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Jungkook sat outside the room, his body trembling as he wept like a baby, tears streaming down his face in uncontrollable torrents. He cried as if there were no tomorrow, each sob wrenching from deep within his chest. The alpha inside him howled with a mix of pain and elation, its tail wagging furiously and even breaking into a happy dance. His mate had finally agreed to give them a chance. Could he believe it? Absolutely not. Because. One… he fucked up big time. And two and three… well, for the same reason. He had hurt Jimin deeply, and the guilt had been eating him alive.

Jin and Namjoon, who came to check on Jimin, found Jungkook sitting on the floor, his back against the wall, weeping and laughing like a maniac. His face was a chaotic mix of joy and despair, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

"Seems like Jungkook lost it completely, Jin," Namjoon muttered, concern etching lines on his forehead.

"What the hell happened? Is Jimin fine? Oh god! Did Jimin's omega come back?" Jin exclaimed anxiously, his voice cracking with worry.

"Jungkookie, what happened?" Jin slowly walked towards Jungkook, crouching down to his level and gently placing a hand on his shoulder, his eyes searching Jungkook's for answers.

Jungkook looked up at Jin, his lips quivering as he tried to form words. "He… he's gonna give us a chance, Hyung. Jimin gave me a chance. I'm given a chance," he choked out between sobs, his voice a fragile whisper. He was weeping, giggling, a total emotional mess.

Namjoon knelt beside Jin, his own heart aching at the sight of his friend in such a state. He reached out, gripping Jungkook's hand firmly. "Hey, hey, breathe, okay? Just breathe. We're here for you."

Jungkook nodded, taking a shuddering breath, his hand squeezing Namjoon's like a lifeline. "I thought I'd lost him forever, but he… he forgave me. I don't deserve it, but he forgave me," he said, his voice breaking, eyes wide and disbelieving.

Jin's eyes softened, a small, relieved smile tugging at his lips. "That's amazing news, Jungkook. It's a new beginning. Just… make sure you don't waste this chance."

Jungkook nodded vigorously, his tears falling faster. "I won't, Hyung. I swear, I won't."

Namjoon pulled Jungkook into a tight hug, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We'll help you through this, Kook. You're not alone."

Jungkook buried his face in Namjoon's shoulder, his body shaking with the force of his emotions. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to hope, to believe that maybe, just maybe, he could make things right.

While Jungkook needed some more time to collect himself, Namjoon sat beside him, gently rubbing his back and murmuring reassuring words. "You're not going to mess up this time, Jungkook. You've got this. We'll help you through it." Jungkook leaned into the touch, the warmth of Namjoon's presence grounding him as he tried to steady his breathing.

Meanwhile, Jin quietly opened the door to Jimin's room, his eyes softening as he saw Jimin lying on the bed, looking weary but peaceful. Jin approached him with a gentle smile, taking Jimin's hands in his own. "Jimin, baby? How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice filled with concern and affection.

Jimin looked up, his eyes searching Jin's face. "I feel better, Hyung. I can smell Jungkook-ssi's scent. Is he okay?" His voice was soft, tinged with worry. He hadn't seen Jungkook since he ran out during his confessions.

Jin chuckled softly, squeezing Jimin's hands reassuringly. "Oh, that kid is outside crying his heart out and telling everyone how happy he is that you gave him a chance. He's just having an emotional breakdown." Jin's chuckle was warm, and Jimin couldn't help but smile, a small, relieved laugh escaping his lips.

"Good that you gave him a chance. That kid is indeed a kid, Jimin. I've raised him. I know him. He deserves this chance. We all know how whipped he was for you… from the beginning," Jin said, his eyes twinkling with fond memories. He sighed, his expression growing serious. "Your sister did bad. But all is fair in love and war, right? I don't completely blame her. Leave that… If Jungkook does something this time, call me. I'll personally come and whip his ass."

Jimin laughed at that, a genuine, heartfelt sound that filled the room. He squeezed Jin's hands back, his eyes shimmering with a mix of emotions. "Thank you, Hyung. For everything."

Jin smiled, leaning down to kiss Jimin's forehead gently. "Anything for you, Jimin. You deserve to be happy."

Back outside, Jungkook finally managed to calm down a bit, his sobs subsiding into quiet sniffles. Namjoon handed him a tissue, and Jungkook took it gratefully, wiping his tear-streaked face. "I just… I love him so much, Hyung. I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't given me this chance," Jungkook whispered, his voice still shaky.

Namjoon nodded; his eyes filled with understanding. "We know, Kook. And now you have this chance. Make the most of it. We're here for you every step of the way."

Jungkook nodded, a small, hopeful smile forming on his lips. "I will, Hyung. I promise I will."

Just then, Jin came back out of the room, his expression a mix of relief and amusement. "Jimin's doing okay. He's kind of worried about you, though."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he quickly stood up, wiping away the last of his tears. "I need to see him," he said, his voice filled with urgency and love.

Jin and Namjoon exchanged a look, both smiling. "Go on, Jungkook. He needs you too. In fact, you both need each other" Namjoon said, giving Jungkook a gentle push towards the door.

Jungkook took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he approached the door. He paused for a moment, looking back at Jin and Namjoon. "Thank you, Hyungs," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

"Go get him back, tiger," Jin said with a wink.

With a final nod, Jungkook opened the door and stepped inside, ready to face the future with Jimin by his side.

Jungkook's heart was pounding in his chest as he took a deep breath, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He reached out, trembling slightly, and grasped Jimin's hands gently, as if afraid they might shatter. "I just want to say… that I- Uhm… Gods! Thank you so much, Jimin-ah. Thank you. Thank you so much. I don’t know how to thank you enough," he stuttered, the excitement and overwhelming emotion making his words stumble over each other.

Jimin’s eyes, filled with a lifetime of pain, met Jungkook’s. "Jungkook-ssi, my whole life, I wasn’t treated well. My father… well, you saw how he treats me. I was an outcast for him. A living sin is what he used to call me," Jimin said, his voice breaking. "Not everyone is accepting towards a male omega. But female alphas aren’t a big deal. My mother, she doesn’t know how to take a stand for herself, so she failed to protect me. My late sister hid things from me but was the only one who was kind to me when father wasn’t home. My alpha brother was an overworked dummy of my father who takes after my mother… soft in heart but can’t even make a decision, truth be told. That’s how my life was." A lone tear slid down his cheek, tracing the contours of his sorrow.

The memory of that day flashed in Jimin’s mind, a vivid picture of his father’s cold, unfeeling decree. "Nobody asked me whether I wanted to marry you, be mated with you. It wasn’t my call. Father merely informed me," he recalled, his heart aching with the weight of lost dreams. "My father wanted me to stop my studies. He said I would have to ask you for your permission. And I always wanted to be a doctor. Due to an unforeseen yet well-planned…Uhmm.. situation arranged by our families… we got mated without even having a proper conversation. I ran away from you afterwards as I started to think that there’s nothing more that can happen. I was marked by you… I belonged to you and my mind and body were… shattered. I thought you were just like any other alpha out there."

Jimin's sobs grew louder, each one tearing at Jungkook's heart. "I got even more scared by the thought of having to continue the pregnancy and leave my dreams just like that. Initially, I wanted to prove to my father that I wasn’t really worthless and stupid. But, I started enjoying my studies, and that became my only enjoyment away from home. I started loving the smell of books even. The mere thought of losing that one thing… I lost my mind completely." Jimin's shoulders shook with the force of his emotions, his cries filling the room with the sound of broken dreams.

"Now… Now all I can think is how I have no one else. My father stroked off my name from his family. I’m no longer Park Jimin but Jeon Jimin. I have nowhere else to go. Everything was so sudden. One month. Jungkook-ssi. It has just been a month or two. But, I feel like years have passed." Jimin's voice was barely a whisper as he stopped, looking at Jungkook with eyes that held a deep, haunting pain.

“And… coming back to think about it. You were the only one who was in my life for me. You fought with my father for me. Jin hyung told me how much he adores you and how you were a good man, and I know that he is not wrong. I can’t promise that I can forget my trauma so easily. But I want to try to work it out,” Jimin mumbled, his voice fragile but filled with a spark of hope.

Jungkook's tears finally spilled over, running down his cheeks as he listened to Jimin’s heartfelt words. "Jimin-ah," he began, his voice breaking with emotion, "Thank you for sharing your heart with me. I can’t begin to understand all the pain you’ve endured, but I promise you this: I will spend every day making sure you never feel that kind of loneliness again. You are not alone anymore. You have me, now and always."

He squeezed Jimin's hands tighter, the warmth of his touch a silent vow. "I promise you that I’ll never be the reason for your tears, except tears of happiness. I’ll never push you, never rush you. I will be here for you, with you, through everything. I love you so deeply, Jimin-ah. Every part of you, your strength, your dreams, your scars. I love you."

Jungkook’s eyes shone with sincerity as he continued, his voice a gentle caress. "Your dreams are yours to chase, and I will support you every step of the way. You don’t need my permission for anything. You are free to be who you are, to do what you love. I swear on my alpha, I will never hold you back. I will be the wind beneath your wings, the shoulder you can always lean on."

With each word, Jungkook poured his heart into the space between them, bridging the gap that had once seemed insurmountable. "You’ve given me a chance, and I promise to cherish it. I will never let you down. Together, we will heal, we will grow, and we will find happiness. I love you, Jimin-ah, and I will never stop proving it to you."

Jungkook's hands squeezed Jimin’s gently, his eyes locking with Jimin’s, filled with a sincerity that was almost palpable. The air around them seemed to hum with the intensity of their emotions, a silent promise of a better future shared between two broken souls finding solace in each other.

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"Love is the delicate dance between holding on and letting go,

where the heart battles its deepest fears and uncertainties to find a place of peace and understanding."

Jimin woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the hospital curtains. The sterile smell of antiseptic was always a stark reminder of where he was. He turned his head slowly, feeling a slight ache but nothing unbearable. Today was the day he would be discharged. His heart fluttered with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He was going to Jungkook's penthouse… their penthouse.

A gentle knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts. Jin's head poked through, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Good morning, sunshine. Ready to bust out of here?" Jin had become the older brother Jimin never had, a source of unwavering support and comfort.

Jimin chuckled softly, nodding. "I can't wait to get some fresh air. But I'm nervous too. About everything."

Jin walked in, carrying a small bag of snacks and a thermos of tea. He placed them on the bedside table before sitting down in the chair next to Jimin’s bed. "It's completely normal to feel that way, Jimin. You've been through a lot, and it’s only natural to feel anxious about going back to a shared space with Jungkook."

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It’s just… everything has been so overwhelming. Jungkook has been so kind and understanding, but I can’t help but feel a bit lost. He helped me try walking, gave me food, did all he could. Even after his surgeries, he rushed to me. But… what if I’m not ready to fully adjust? My omega is still… grieving inside me."

Jin reached out, placing a comforting hand on Jimin’s. "Hey, listen to me. There's no rush. You've both been through a lot, and it’s important to take things slow. Marriage, or in your case, the bond you share, is about understanding and patience. It’s okay to take your time to adjust."

Jimin looked up, his eyes searching Jin’s for reassurance. Jin squeezed Jimin’s hand gently, his voice soft but firm. "Jimin, you are enough just as you are. Jungkook cares deeply for you, and he understands that healing takes time. It’s about the journey, not the destination. Allow yourself to feel, to heal, and to grow. Lean on each other for support. And if he does something you don't like, tell Hyung. I’ll personally kick his ass for you. P.S… He is scared of me."

Jimin nodded slowly, laughing a bit, taking in Jin's words. "How do I start, Hyung? It’s kind of awkward, you know? I called him a rapist. I accused him of things. Things did happen. But now… I am thinking from both sides. It must have been hard for him too."

Jin smiled warmly. "Start with the little things. Communicate openly with Jungkook. Share your feelings, your fears, and your hopes. Don’t be afraid to set boundaries and express your needs. It’s a partnership, Jimin. Let your bond guide you, strengthen you. Don’t force anything."

Jimin took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. "I’ll try, Hyung. I really will. I want to. He loves me, right?"

Jin’s smile widened. "Yes, that big oaf loves you, adores you, and cares for you. He stopped crying only after Namjoon reassured him that everything would be okay. And remember, I’m always here if you need someone to talk to."

Jin handed Jimin a bag with a new pair of jeans and a comfy hoodie inside. "Hey, a little something for your fresh start," he said with a big smile. "I don't have any omega brothers to spoil, but now I've got you. Check it out, Jimin-ah, this one has glitter! And look… the jeans have a white embroidered butterfly. How cute is that? Oh, and…it’s pink."

Jimin’s eyes widened, and his face lit up with a mix of gratitude and joy. Tears welled up in his eyes and began to stream down his cheeks. "Thank you, Jin-Hyung," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've always wanted a big omega brother, and now I have you."

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle, golden light that made the moment feel even more special. A warm bond between the omega brothers flourished. Jimin hugged Jin, and Jin stood there smiling, hugging the little omega back.

As Jimin changed into his clothes, Namjoon arrived, carrying a bouquet of flowers and a small box of chocolates. "Hey, Jimin. Thought you might like these. A little celebration for getting out of here."

Jimin's eyes softened, touched by the gesture. "Thank you, Namjoon-ssi."

“Call him Hyung Jimin-ah.” Jin urged to which Namjoon too agreed. Jimin smiled at the both of them and nodded an ‘yes’. Happy that he has some beautiful and genuine people in his life right now.

“Where’s Jungkook-ssi?” Jimin wondered.

“Jungkook is paying the bills and getting the discharge processes done,” Jin replied, and Jimin nodded in understanding.

Soon, Jungkook arrived, his eyes immediately locking onto Jimin. He looked nervous but determined, a bouquet of lilies in his hand. "Jimin-ah, shall we go?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and anxiety.

Jimin smiled warmly, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of Jungkook. "I think I am."

Jungkook stepped closer, handing Jimin the lilies. "These are for you. I remember you said you liked lilies. The surgery was really long. And the flowers came earlier than I thought. It doesn't really look so fresh anymore. Sorry."

Jimin took the flowers, his fingers brushing against Jungkook's. He could see the tiredness in Jungkook's eyes, the effort he was making for him. "They're still beautiful, Jungkook-ssi. Thank you."

"I'll get my car. Hyung... Is Jimin okay enough to walk till the entrance?" Jungkook questioned. Jin was Jimin's doctor after all.

"Yeah. You go. I'll help him. And Joon's here too." Jin assured Jungkook and he walked out of the room, looking at Jimin who silently gave his approval.

With Jin and Namjoon's help, Jimin was out of the hospital and into the car. Jungkook helped him with the seatbelt.

"If I didn't have duty, I'd totally come with you," Jin pouted as he said goodbye to Jimin.

The ride to Jungkook's penthouse was silent, Jimin looking out of the window and Jungkook stealing a few glances. Jungkook played some light music to reduce the tension during the ride. He made sure he drove slow and hit no bumps. It was almost noon when they reached there.

Jungkook gently led Jimin into the living room of their shared penthouse, a familiar space that still felt foreign yet comforting at the same time. The softly lit room, with its warm tones and cozy furnishings, was his nest. He felt warmth. Yet, returning from the hospital felt different. Everything felt different.

Jimin stood uncertainly, his eyes darting around the room. It was as if he was seeing it for the first time. Jungkook had changed the sheets of his room. He might have cleaned the room too but left his nest untouched. But his omega wanted to rebuild the nest. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—relief, confusion, and a lingering sense of apprehension.

Jungkook noticed the flicker of uncertainty in Jimin's eyes. He stepped closer, his voice gentle. "Jimin-ah, I know it’s been overwhelming. You don’t have to make any decisions right now. Take your time. This is your home, and you’re free to be wherever you feel most comfortable."

"Can I have the shirt you're wearing? I want to rebuild the nest. My omega wants something of yours," Jimin nervously requested. Understanding the sensitivity of the situation after the miscarriage, Jungkook immediately complied, stripping down without a second thought, leaving himself half-naked. However, he quickly noticed Jimin's awkwardness and realized what he had done. Jungkook swiftly dashed out of the room and returned wearing a sweatshirt.

"Sorry, Jimin. I totally didn't realize it would make you feel awkward. Of course, you would feel that way. Ugh, my bad," Jungkook tried to explain the situation.

Jimin gave a small nod, a faint smile touching his lips. "Thank you, Jungkook-ssi. It’s just… everything feels so new again. And you don’t have to explain it. It’s fine."

Jungkook’s heart ached seeing Jimin’s vulnerability. He reached out, lightly touching Jimin’s arm. "How about we order some food? Maybe some pizza and fried chicken? You are finally free to eat whatever you want," he suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

Jimin’s eyes brightened a bit at the mention of food. "That sounds nice," he agreed softly.

Jungkook smiled, pulling out his phone to place the order. As he did, he glanced at Jimin, whose eyes were scanning the nest. He was rebuilding it and pouting when things didn’t fit well. The way his shoulders relaxed slightly told Jungkook that the comfort of home was starting to seep in, and Jimin’s scent somehow started feeling relaxed too.

"Food will be here soon," Jungkook said as he put his phone down. He walked over to the kitchen and retrieved Jimin’s medication, carefully bringing it to him. "Here, Jimin-ah. Don’t forget to take these."

Jimin took the pills with a grateful smile, swallowing them with a glass of water. "Thank you, Jungkook-ssi. For everything. I’ve finished with my nest too."

They were now in the living room, waiting for the food to arrive. Jungkook sat down beside Jimin on the couch, their knees touching briefly before Jungkook shifted a bit to give Jimin some space. "You don’t need to thank me for anything, Jimin-ah. I’m just glad you’re here, safe and with me."

“You are okay talking with me? Or should I not… talk? Right. You might need some space,” Jungkook mumbled, fiddling with his fingers.

“No! I mean… yes. It’s okay. I’m fine with it,” Jimin replied almost immediately.

“Okay.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Jungkook spoke again. "How about we play that game? You know, sharing our favourites. We did this back online..."

Jimin nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "I remember. Okay, you start, Jungkook-ssi." He recalled that day vividly, blushing when Yoongi caught him and having to lie that he was watching a K-drama. Was that extraordinary you that he lied about? Things would have been so simple if you just told me that you were him Jungkook-ssi. Jimin wondered.

Jungkook noticed the lingering tension and stepped closer, his expression softening. "Call me Hyung, Jimin. Please?" The formal tone was creating an uncomfortable distance between them.

"Okay… Hyung?" Jimin mumbled, his voice barely audible. Jungkook’s face lit up with a warm smile.

Jungkook grinned. "Alright. What’s your favorite color?"

Jimin's smile widened as he relaxed further. "Dark blue. It reminds me of the night sky, calm but with a depth that hides a lot of secrets." His eyes flickered with a hint of the darkness he felt inside. "What about you?"

"Black," Jungkook replied with a playful wink. "But looking around this penthouse, I think I might add dark blue to my list of favourites now. Honestly, I thought you’d say yellow. You’ve changed, Jimin-ah. I almost painted the guest room yellow before our marriage. Thank god I didn’t."

Jimin blushed, looking down shyly. "Oh lord. You remember? Yellow's too vibrant for me now. Feels like it doesn't match how I feel inside anymore." He glanced back at Jungkook, feeling a growing connection. "My turn. What's your favorite food?"

Jungkook’s eyes sparkled with amusement. "Samgyeopsal. And ramen, definitely. It’s comforting and easy to make, and I can never get enough of it. What about you, Jimin?"

Jimin chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Still bibimbap and strawberry cheesecake. Some things never change, right?"

They both laughed, the earlier awkwardness fading as they settled into the comfort of each other's company, surrounded by the elegant and cozy atmosphere of Jungkook's penthouse. As they continued their conversation, Jimin found himself relaxing more and more. The gentle, playful banter between them felt natural, as if they were two halves of a whole finally coming together.

The shadows of his past still lingered, but in Jungkook’s presence, they seemed less daunting. The wolves inside them were content with the interactions. Jungkook’s alpha was now calm rather than restless, and Jimin’s omega was snuggling inside, sensing the comforting scent of their alpha. The penthouse, with its warm lighting and serene atmosphere, became a safe haven where they could simply be themselves.

Jungkook looked at Jimin with awe, marveling at his beauty. The way Jimin's eyes sparkled when he talked about his favourite books related to surgery, the soft curve of his lips when he laughed, the delicate grace in his movements—all of it left Jungkook captivated. He felt a surge of affection and a protective instinct swell within him.

"Jimin-ah, do you have a favorite place?" Jungkook asked softly, his gaze intense yet tender.

Jimin looked thoughtful, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. "I think... it’s wherever I feel safe. Right now, it feels like it could be here. Which I never thought would be. It’s nice, cozy, warm… I’ve my nest now. Feels calm."

Jungkook’s heart swelled with emotion. "I'm glad you feel that way. I promise to always make you feel safe here, Jimin-ah. You mean the world to me."

Jimin’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. "I’m scared of many things, but I’m also glad I decided to give us a chance. You’ve been nothing but kind and patient all these days, and it means so much to me. Talking to you like this… it’s as if I’m going back to a time when things were much simpler and easier."

Jungkook reached across the table and took Jimin’s hand in his, their fingers intertwining. "I’m just happy you’re here with me. We’ll take everything one step at a time, together. Seeing you here again… like this… it’s not a dream, is it? It feels surreal."

Jimin nodded, feeling a warmth spread through him. For the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of hope for the future. Sitting there with Jungkook, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he could find happiness again.

The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their food. Jungkook jumped up, eager to bring in their meal. He returned with bags of food; his excitement contagious. "Here we go! Pizza and fried chicken. Let me get the plates."

Jimin’s eyes lit up as he saw the food being served. It had been months since he could enjoy a full meal. "Thank you, Jungkook Hyung."

They sat together, enjoying their meal in a companionable silence, punctuated by occasional shared smiles and glances. The warmth of the food, the comfort of the familiar surroundings, and the growing bond between them made everything feel right. As they ate, the earlier shadows seemed to recede.

Jungkook watched Jimin as he savored a small piece of dessert that Jungkook ordered for him knowing Jimin loved sweet things, a soft smile on his face. "You know, Jimin-ah, seeing you happy like this makes me happy. I want to see you smile every day."

Jimin looked up, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s as they exchanged a smile. The fears and uncertainties began to fade, replaced by a budding sense of hope and a deepening connection. Jimin's omega instincts settled, content in the presence of his alpha, and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly at peace.

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"Through the deepest pain, love often emerges as the brightest light, guiding hearts towards healing and hope."

For the next three days, Jimin and Jungkook settled into a rhythm of casual conversations and shared moments. They greeted each other warmly, with Jungkook always informing Jimin before he left the penthouse. Jungkook had postponed a few surgeries to take care of Jimin and now working his ass off because of it. They made a point to eat dinner together, a small ritual that began to weave a sense of normalcy into their lives. Despite this, Jimin had been incredibly busy too. His exams were nearing, and with his attendance already an issue, every class he missed felt like a huge gap. He had called an omega in his class for the notes and he almost cried when he saw the vast topics the professors have covered. Medical school was unforgiving in that way—missing one class could mean falling behind for weeks.

Jimin had taken a considerable number of leaves recently. Thankfully, omegas were granted ‘mating’ leave, which meant he wouldn't face academic consequences. However, Jimin was reluctant to file for a medical leave for his recent absence since it would require him to submit his medical documents, and he preferred to keep this part of his life private. He knew they were yet to touch that topic, and with Jimin starting college again tomorrow, something inside him felt different. He was nervous that people would question his absence, and he had been avoiding Taehyung for days. Taehyung even texted him that he was at the door two days back to see him, but Jimin texted back, saying he needed more time and lied about having a contagious fever and requiring a day or two to recover.

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After dinner, as they settled into the living room, watching some random drama they started watching together, Jimin fidgeted with his hands, his eyes darting around nervously. Jungkook noticed and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Jimin, is everything okay?" Jungkook asked softly.

Jimin took a deep breath, deciding to address the weight on his mind. "Jungkook Hyung, there's something I need to talk about. Like we need to talk about"

Jungkook's expression turned serious, his full attention on Jimin. "Of course. What is it?"

Jimin's eyes filled with tears, and he swallowed hard. "It's…it’s about... the miscarriage. I know we haven't really talked about it, but it's been on my mind a lot. I feel so overwhelmed and scared about going back to college tomorrow. People will question my absence, and I've been avoiding Taehyung. I even lied to him, saying I had a contagious fever just to buy some time."

Jungkook's heart ached at the sight of Jimin's distress. He moved closer, taking Jimin's hands in his. "Jimin, you don't have to face this alone. We can handle it together. In fact, if someone asks you tell the same… that you had a terrible fever.” He sighed again, looking somewhere else and muttered under his breath. “This Taehyung kid for sure is so stubborn."

Jimin nodded, his voice trembling. "I just... I don't want anyone else to know. I want to keep it private. It's going to be a mess if we share with others. My family is extreme traditionalists and…"

Jungkook squeezed Jimin's hands gently and sighed. "So is mine. In fact, it’s only because of such barbarous shits that we almost got ripped away from each other. I’m your alpha , Jimin. I’ve signed the pregnancy termination form. It was us dealing with it. I understand you. We'll keep it between us. No one else needs to know. Namjoon Hyung and Jin Hyung won’t tell anyone else too. It’s a part of our job anyways. It's your decision how much you want to share, and I will support you in whatever you choose."

Jimin felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you, Hyung. It means a lot to me that you understand. Sometimes I feel this immense guilt as an omega for not wanting a pup. I sometimes feel I really am a monster."

Jungkook's eyes softened, and he brushed a stray tear from Jimin's cheek. "No such thoughts Jimin-ah. My omega… It’s not your fault. Please forgive yourself and your alpha and move on from it. Of course... it will remain as a painful memory but we’re in this together, Jimin-ah. And that pup wasn’t meant to be born."

Jimin moved closer to Jungkook, breathing in the alpha’s scent, finding comfort in his warmth and support. "I'm so nervous about going back. What if I can't catch up? What if I fail? What if our families find out?"

Jungkook held Jimin tighter, his voice steady and reassuring. "You won't fail, Jimin. You're strong and capable. And remember, you don't have to do this alone. If you need help, ask for it. I'll be here for you, every step of the way. If you want me to teach you… I’ll do it."

Jimin closed his eyes, feeling a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you... But I have to reject your offer of teaching me Hyung. You are already going through enough at the hospital. Jin Hyung told me he saw you running around at the hospital doing surgery after surgery to make up for your absence. I think you should sleep now. I am going to sleep too."

Jungkook looked at Jimin with fondness. "Oh, it’s good to hear this. You… my omega… this care… I hate to admit that my alpha is wagging his tail."

Jimin felt a sense of calm wash over him and laughed. They really did make a good team. In fact, thanks to Jin. He was right about having open conversations.

As they said goodnight, Jimin felt a lot of pressure, slowly dissipating away from him... and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Jimin woke up with a nervous flutter in his chest. Today was his first day back at college after everything that had happened, and the thought of facing his classmates and professors made him feel uneasy. But he knew he couldn't let his anxiety hold him back and last night talk with Jungkook surely eased him up a bit.

As he got ready for the day, Jimin's hands trembled slightly as he tied up his hair in a pony. He glanced at himself in the mirror, trying to muster up some confidence. But no matter how hard he tried, the nerves wouldn't go away.

Sighing softly, Jimin made his way to the living room where Jungkook was waiting for him, already dressed in a crisp blue shirt and ready to go. He even instructed the junior doctors via a few calls to prepare everything before he reaches.

"Good morning, Jimin-ah," Jungkook greeted him with a warm smile, but he could see the apprehension in Jimin's eyes.

"Morning, Hyung," Jimin replied, his voice slightly shaky. "I'm... I'm really nervous about today."

Jungkook's expression softened with understanding. "It's okay, Jimin. You're going to do great. Eat your breakfast. We are in a hurry. I have a surgery scheduled."

“Hyung… I can go by an uber. Like I don’t want to bother you and we are going completely different sides. It’s a 15 minutes’ drive from here but you will take almost 40 minutes if you have to drive me to my college too” Jimin said, eating breakfast and downing the freshly prepared orange juice Jungkook had made.

“No. At least not today. My alpha would eat me alive and I might accidentally kill that patient I am going to operate. I need to fully concentrate.” Jungkook joked, though there was truth in his words. He can feel Jimin’s anxiety through their bond. It’s best for Jungkook to at least drop his omega to college.

As Jimin quickly finished his breakfast, Jungkook fetched his vitamins and handed them to him. "Here, make sure you take these. We can't afford for you to get sick, especially with everything going on."

Jimin nodded again, swallowing the vitamins with a sip of water.

"Um, I was wondering... could you... please scent me before we leave? It’s just that my omega is a bit—" Jimin asked all of a sudden, surprising Jungkook too.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at Jimin's request. He had been waiting for this moment for months, longing to scent mark Jimin as his omega in every way possible. His alpha is a possessive asshole and Jungkook knows that better than anyone. But, Jungkook was being rational, trying to give space to their omega and restarting everything. "Of course, Jimin-ah. You don’t have to explain. I'd be more than happy to."

Jimin’s eyes fluttered shut, the world narrowing down to the warmth of Jungkook’s presence. The air between them crackled with anticipation, a delicate tension that pulled them closer, yet kept them apart. Jimin’s heart thrummed in his chest, a wild rhythm echoing the unspoken desire- a need of belonging next to Jungkook.

Jungkook stepped nearer, and Jimin’s breath hitched. The familiar scent of his alpha enveloped him—an intoxicating blend of earth, pine, and something uniquely Jungkook. It wrapped around Jimin like a protective cocoon, soothing frayed nerves. Jimin’s lavender and jasmine was blooming and tingling Jungkook’s sensitive nose even through the scent blockers Jimin was wearing.

His heartbeat synchronized with Jungkook’s, a secret symphony only they shared. Each throb resonated through their bond, a silent promise of safety and belonging. Jimin’s skin tingled, every nerve alive, as if Jungkook’s touch had awakened dormant magic.

And then it happened the moment Jimin had both feared and yearned for. Jungkook’s nose grazed Jimin’s neck, a gentle pressure that sent shivers down his spine, his omega purring inside. The world blurred, leaving only the sensation of Jungkook’s warm breath against his skin. Nothing else mattered. No one else.

Jimin sighed, surrendering to the pull. His body relaxed, melting into Jungkook’s embrace. All worries dissipated, replaced by a profound sense of care. Jimin came out of the trance first, detangling himself from Jungkook’s embrace. Both of them needed this. Jungkook’s own heart now content and free.

"Thank you, Hyung," Jimin murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection for his omega. "Anytime, Jimin-ah."

" We should probably leave." Jimin mumbled.

“Oh yeah. Let me grab my keys really quick.” And Jungkook bought the car keys and they both walked towards the car.

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As Jungkook navigated through the bustling city streets, his car's Bluetooth system connected to his phone began to ring incessantly. Each call was urgent, demanding his attention, and Jungkook couldn't help but feel the weight of his responsibilities as a surgeon.

"Sorry, Jimin-ah," Jungkook apologized as he answered yet another call. "I need to take this one."

Jimin watched quietly from the passenger seat, his admiration for Jungkook as a doctor growing with each call he answered. He couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be as skilled and dedicated as Jungkook, Jin, and Namjoon. They were all such accomplished doctors, and Jimin couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that sometimes crept into his mind.

As they approached Jimin's college, the bustling campus came into view, students milling about in groups, the energy of academia palpable in the air. Jungkook pulled the car to a stop in front of the main entrance, and Jimin unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Here we are, Jimin-ah," Jungkook said with a warm smile. "Your first day back at college. You've got this."

Jimin returned Jungkook's smile, feeling a surge of gratitude for his support.

“Bye Hyung and thanks for dropping me. I can ask Tae to drop me back home. You seem busy” Jimin mumbled.

"Umm… let’s see. I’ll come if I am not stuck in the OT. God, I’ll need to hire a chauffeur for you. Jimin-ah… Remember, if you need anything, just give me a call, okay? I’ll postpone everything and come to you"

Jimin nodded, feeling reassured by Jungkook's words. "I will. Thank you, Hyung. And don’t worry about any drivers. Taehyung goes the same way and I can get a ride."

“Umm…Shit! It’s time for my first class. Bye Hyung”

With one last glance at each other, Jimin stepped out of the car and onto the pavement.

“Go” he said and soon Jimin disappeared into the crowd of students.

“Fuck. I really need to hire a chauffeur! This Taehyung alpha kid is going to drive me insane!” Jungkook said to himself.

With a smile on his face, Jungkook put the car back into gear and drove off.

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As Jimin settled into his first class of the day, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. Sitting beside him, Taehyung noticed Jimin's tense demeanor and furrowed his brows in concern.

"Hey, Jimin, are you okay?" Taehyung whispered, leaning closer.

Jimin forced a smile, trying to push aside his worries. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little nervous about being back in class. You know how it is when you miss a class. Ugh there’s so much to catch upon."

"Hey, Jimin," Taehyung started tentatively as they stepped out of the classroom, "I couldn't help but notice... your scent. It's different. And yesterday, when I came to see you, you said you had a fever, but... your scent, it's not like a sick person's scent. Even with the scent blockers… But I can’t pinpoint anyways... because it’s masked”

Jimin's heart sank at Taehyung's questions, knowing he couldn't reveal the truth about his miscarriage and the events that had transpired with Jungkook. He struggled to come up with a plausible explanation, his mind racing with possibilities but couldn’t even properly remember the lie that he has practiced. Taehyung is his best friend. He always catches him when he lies.

"Uh, yeah, about that...I-" Jimin trailed off, searching for the right words.

Before he could continue, Taehyung's expression hardened, his voice tinged with hurt and anger. "Jimin, are you... are you hiding something from me? You know you can trust me, right? First…you fainted! Then you don’t attend my calls and texts me you had a contagious fever. What’s going on Jimin-ah. You are scaring me."

"I'm sorry, Taehyung," Jimin said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "I... I can't tell you everything right now. But please, trust me when I say that I'm not hiding anything to hurt you."

Taehyung's expression softened slightly at Jimin's words, but the hurt still lingered in his eyes.

Jimin started, his voice trembling slightly. "The scent you're picking up... it's his."

Taehyung's eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. "Jungkook," he said flatly, the name dripping with disdain. "I know, Jimin. I know you're mated to him. But he is basically masking your own scent."

Jimin was shocked. "Yes, it's Jungkook Hyung’s. I... I asked him to scent me because I was scared."

“What? Hyung? Since when are you talking casually with him? And the last time I remember, you had an arranged marriage and you didn’t want it and you were hiding your mating mark. Even today you are hiding it.” Taehyung gritted his teeth.

“It’s complicated Tae. Stop asking me more questions.”

Taehyung's expression softened for a moment, but the hurt and anger still simmered beneath the surface. "Complicated," he echoed, his voice laced with bitterness. "Jimin, you know how I feel about him. You know I can't stand the guy. Please let me help you get out of this."

“No. Tae. Can we stop talking about this?”

Taehyung's eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and determination. He clenched his fists, his frustration evident. "Jimin, I just... I worry about you. I want you to be happy, and I don't trust Jungkook to make you happy. You should be with someone who truly cares about you, someone like..."

Jimin looked at Taehyung, confused. "Someone like who, Taehyung?"

"Let's drop it for now. We have class to attend," Taehyung said firmly, his eyes filled with determination. "And remember, I'll always be here for you. Stop shutting me out of your life and your problems."

Jimin gazed at Taehyung with deep affection, feeling grateful for this loyal alpha friend. He truly felt blessed to have Taehyung in his life.

"Thanks, Tae. You always know how to hit me right in the feels," Jimin replied, attempting to lighten the mood. It usually was Taehyung’s job. "But let's not get too emotional. We should get going."

They made their way to the next class, the bond between them growing stronger despite the unspoken feelings and complicated dynamics. As they walked side by side, Jimin couldn't help but appreciate Taehyung's unwavering support, even though he was unaware of the deeper emotions Taehyung harbored.

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Days passed, blending seamlessly into weeks and months, and Jimin found himself gradually healing. Jungkook, ever attentive, had not only hired a driver for Jimin but also bought him a car. Jimin, still uncertain behind the wheel, found solace in Jungkook's protective presence. Despite his own commitments, Jungkook often drove Jimin to college, his protective instincts guiding him. When Jungkook's schedule was overwhelming, the driver, a silent guardian, ensured Jimin's routine remained uninterrupted. Jungkook’s mother frequently texted, eager to visit, but Jungkook gently deferred her, citing their busy and tiring lives.

Their routine became a comforting rhythm. Each morning, Jungkook rose early, despite his exhaustion, to make breakfast for Jimin. The aroma of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment, a comforting ritual that started their day with love. On days when Jungkook was too tired, he ensured fresh meals were prepared and delivered, never wanting Jimin to feel neglected.

Jimin cherished these gestures more than words could express. Every cup of coffee sent to his college, every thoughtfully prepared meal, was a testament to Jungkook’s unwavering support and affection. These small, consistent acts of care made Jimin feel deeply cherished and valued.

One morning, Jimin woke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the windows. He stretched, a sense of calm washing over him. As he made his way to the kitchen, he found Jungkook, still in his black silk pajamas, flipping pancakes with practiced ease.

"Morning, hyung," Jimin greeted, his voice still thick with sleep.

Jungkook turned, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Morning, Jimin. Sleep well?"

Jimin nodded, taking a seat at the counter. "Yeah, thanks to you. You didn’t have to get up so early, you know. We could have asked Ahjumma to make something for us. You came home really late yesterday."

Jungkook chuckled, placing a plate of pancakes in front of Jimin. "I wanted to. Besides, it’s a good way to start the day."

As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on everything from Jimin's upcoming exams to Jungkook's latest surgical triumphs. Through these shared moments, their connection deepened, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

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Their interactions grew more intimate, more domestic. They began stealing glances at each other across the room, their eyes speaking volumes. Jungkook would often find his gaze lingering on Jimin, captivated by the way he immersed himself in his studies or how his eyes lit up when he talked about something he was passionate about.

Jimin, too, found himself increasingly drawn to Jungkook. He admired the way Jungkook handled his demanding job with such grace and dedication. There were moments when Jungkook’s touch, light and fleeting, would send shivers down his spine—a gentle hand on his shoulder, a brief brush of their fingers—each touch was electric, charged with unspoken emotion. Jungkook was falling for Jimin again.

The days continued to pass in this rhythm of quiet intimacy. They began to scent each other more frequently, the act becoming a comforting ritual. It was in these moments that Jimin felt the most connected to Jungkook, his omega instincts soothed by the presence and scent of his alpha.

Another crisp morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through his window, Jimin prepared for a thesis presentation that would significantly impact his internal grades. He tried the mirror method where he took the presentation to his own reflection. But nothing worked. Something was missing. A surge of nervousness washed over him, his heart racing. Standing in front of the mirror, he adjusted his clothes, his hands trembling ever so slightly. Jungkook, sensing his anxiety, approached him with a look of concern.

"Jimin, are you alright? I came to call you for breakfast," Jungkook asked, his voice soft and reassuring.

Jimin looked at him, biting his lip. "I'm just... nervous. The presentation on my thesis with Professor Yoo is overwhelming. He's a tough marker, asks a million questions, and hardly gives any marks. Last time, I only got a 4/10, and that was the highest score."

Jungkook stepped closer, his presence soothing. "You're going to do great. I believe in you. Let me see your presentation."

"Really? Hyung, do you have time?" Jimin asked, his eyes widening with a glimmer of hope.

Jungkook nodded, plugging Jimin’s laptop into the projector and settling onto the couch. "Of course. What's your topic?"

"My topic is ‘Randomized Control Trial of Steri-Strips vs. Subcuticular Suturing in Skin Closure of Open Inguinal Hernia: Investigating wound closure techniques’ Hyung, you look so serious."

"Jimin-ah, think of me as if I'm Dr Yoo. Let's go through it. This is a thesis based on surgery as you know. I might be really helpful. And…We don’t have much time," Jungkook encouraged.

Jimin began his presentation, his voice growing steadier with each word. Jungkook questioned him thoroughly, and Jimin managed to answer most of them, with Jungkook offering crucial insights on what Professor Yoo might ask.

Taking a deep breath, Jimin felt a bit more grounded. "Can you... scent me? It always helps."

Jungkook's eyes softened with understanding. "Of course," he murmured, wrapping his arms around Jimin and pulling him close to scent him. The effect was instantaneous. Jimin's nerves began to ease, replaced by a wave of calm and security. He leaned into Jungkook, savoring the comforting moment.

"Thank you," Jimin whispered, his voice laden with gratitude.

Jungkook pulled back slightly, looking into Jimin's eyes. "Anytime, Jimin. I'm always here for you."

As they headed to the car, Jimin felt more composed, ready to tackle the day's challenges with Jungkook's unwavering support. The drive to college was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated by occasional light-hearted conversations.

“Did you ever have Dr. Yoo for your presentations, Hyung?” Jimin asked, unable to contain his curiosity. They were about to reach his college.

“Yup. I got a 9.5, which was the highest score," Jungkook replied, winking. Jimin's mouth fell open in disbelief, his eyes wide.

When they arrived at the campus, Jungkook turned to Jimin with an encouraging smile. "You've got this, Jimin-ah. Knock him dead."

Jimin smiled back, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, Hyung. I'll see you later."

As Jimin walked away, he glanced back at Jungkook, a warm feeling spreading through him. Their bond had blossomed into something beautiful, a partnership built on mutual care and understanding and Jimin couldn’t help but smile thinking about the mock presentation he did back home. Jungkook was suggestive, attentive and so professional. He must have had tons of presentations in front of all his superior docs.

Throughout that day, Jimin found himself thinking about Jungkook’s suggestions and the support he had given him. The presentation went smoothly, his confidence bolstered by the morning’s scenting. Taehyung, sitting next to him in class, noticed the change in Jimin’s demeanour.

"You seem more relaxed today and by the way you nailed your presentation Jimin-ah. That jealous bitch Jez was having her mouth open enough for a fly to get inside as the whole classroom cheered for you," Taehyung commented during the break. That little alpha for sure is whipped.

Jimin chuckled at his friend’s remarks. "Just had some good support from an expert this morning."

Jimin took out his phone to text Jungkook.

To: Hyung 🩺👩🏻‍⚕️

Jm: Hyung, the presentation went well. Might get more than 5 this time. Whole class applauded after my presentation😊

Sent a minute ago

Jk: congratulations Jimin-ah! Hyung will buy you strawberry cheese cake today

Jm: All thanks to you Hyung! Btw I look forward to eat the cake😊😊you promised. HAHA

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes while eyeing at Jimin’s phone. "Support?"

Jimin nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah, Jungkook Hyung’s really helped me prep. He even told me what all questions professor Yoo would ask me. And Bruh! Exact same questions. Can you believe this?”

Taehyung’s expression tightened slightly, but he masked it with an envious smile. "Oh! Obviously ‘expert’ advises sure help"

When Jungkook picked him up later that day, Jimin couldn’t wait to share the details of his success, how his class was jealous of him. They talked animatedly on the drive home, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. And once he was finished with his internals, Jimin’s exams started.

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After a particularly grueling exam, Jimin returned home to find a small note on the kitchen counter. It read: "I know today was tough. Take a break and relax before you prepare for your next exam. There’s a warm bath waiting for you. – Jk."

“Why did you come back home Hyung? Did you come back just to prepare a bath for me?” Jimin wondered aloud.

Touched by Jungkook's thoughtfulness, Jimin made his way to the bathroom. The scent of lavender filled the air, and the bath was indeed ready, steam rising invitingly from the water. As he sank into the warmth, Jimin felt the stress of the day melt away. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the tranquility. He couldn't wipe off his smile that day. He tried.

As they settled in for the evening, their routine of shared meals and quiet companionship continued. The comfort they found in each other’s presence was a testament to how far they had come, from strangers bound by obligation to partners bound by genuine affection and care. Gradually, the memories of the miscarriage, while never forgotten, began to lose their painful edge. Jimin's omega instincts, once so distressed, now found solace and healing in the presence of his alpha.

Finally, the day of Jimin's last and final exam arrived. His classmates bore dark circles under their eyes, evidence of their shared exhaustion. Jimin, too, felt the weight of fatigue, but he clung to the anticipation of this short break. But they were all excited for this short break equally. Jimin sure needs this considering everything he has gone through so he was eagerly waiting for the fucking exam to end so he can rest like a panda and sleep like a sloth. Jimin sat at his desk, his mind racing through all the material he had crammed over the past weeks. Beside him, Taehyung was equally focused, his eyes darting across the exam paper.

As the last few minutes ticked away, Jimin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He had done his best, and now it was time to enjoy the short semester break. He glanced at Taehyung, who was already packing up his things with a triumphant grin. Taehyung just needed to pass the subject and his mission was fruitful.

“We did it, Tae!” Jimin said, a smile spreading across his face.

Taehyung nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Finally! We need to celebrate, Jimin. How about a day out? We can eat at that new Thai restaurant, do some shopping, and just have fun. It’ll be like a little date.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a beat at the word "date." He hadn’t gone out in ages, and the idea of spending a carefree day with Taehyung was enticing. “That sounds amazing, Tae. I could really use a break. I’ll text Hyung if he has any plans. He can come with us too.”

“No. Give me the phone. I miss you Jimin. I miss us. You don’t hang out with me anymore and I don’t really have any friends. You are coming with me, Chim. It’s been ages. Fucking come with me. Please?” Taehyung pouted and Jimin breathed in the sadness tinged in his best friend’s scent. He felt miserable for doing that to his only friend.

“Okay. Let’s go”

They left the campus, their steps light and their spirits high. The bustling city awaited them, full of possibilities for their day of fun. They headed to the restaurant first, a chic new place that Taehyung had been eager to try. As they settled into their seats, Jimin felt a sense of relaxation wash over him. It was nice to be out, to enjoy good food and good company.

Taehyung watched Jimin with a fond smile as he ate the strawberry ice cream. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Jimin. You deserve this.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Thanks, Tae. I really needed this. It’s been so long since I’ve just... relaxed. With exams. God! It was so hectic. I don't want the vacation to end.”

After a delicious meal, they wandered through the streets, popping into various shops and browsing through clothes, accessories, and trinkets. Jimin felt a sense of freedom he hadn’t experienced in a while. Taehyung was a whirlwind of energy, pulling him from one store to the next, his laughter infectious.

They stopped by a small park, sitting on a bench and watching the world go by. Taehyung’s heart was pounding. He had been planning this day for weeks, and now it was time to take the plunge. He wanted to confess his feelings to Jimin, to tell him how much he cared and how he wanted to be more than just friends. He even had a plan in place to help Jimin remove the mating mark from Jungkook, setting him free and closer towards himself.

“Jimin,” Taehyung began, his voice trembling slightly. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

But before he could continue, Jimin’s phone rang. Jimin glanced at the screen, his face paling. “I’m sorry, Tae. I need to take this.”

From: Jinnie hyungieee🤗

He answered the call, his expression growing more stressed with each passing second. “Jin Hyung? What happened to him? I…I’ll be there right away Hyung.”

Taehyung watched, his heart sinking. “What’s wrong, Jimin?”

Jimin ended the call, his hands shaking. “I’m really sorry, Tae. I have to go. It’s urgent.”

Taehyung’s face fell, a mixture of disappointment and frustration. “But we were having such a good time. Can’t it wait?”

Jimin shook his head, already dialing the number for his driver. “No Tae. Something happened to Jungkook Hyung…I need to go Tae”

“Don’t go Jimin” Tae mumbled again, looking broken.

“Didn’t you hear me? Jungkook Hyung needs me” Taehyung left his hold off Jimin and Jimin’s driver came at the exact moment.

As Jimin hurried off, Taehyung was left standing alone in the park, anger and hurt bubbling up inside him. He had planned everything so carefully, and now it was all falling apart. The thought of Jimin rushing back to Jungkook only fueled his frustration.

Taehyung clenched his fists, his mind racing. He knew he had to do something, but confessing his feelings and helping Jimin remove his mating mark seemed more complicated than ever as Taehyung never had seen Jimin like this. Watching Jimin’s retreating figure, Taehyung felt a painful mix of emotions, knowing that the path to Jimin’s heart was fraught with obstacles.

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Jimin hurried to the car, his mind a whirlwind of anxiety. As the driver navigated through the city streets, Jimin couldn’t help but think about the wonderful day he had with Taehyung and how fast his peace ended. The guilt of leaving him like that weighed heavily on his heart but Jungkook needed him more. Jimin’s heart ached. But right now, he couldn’t help but be concerned about just Jungkook. He wanted to be next to him. He wants to be see him.

Back at the penthouse, Jimin rushed inside to find Jungkook resting on the couch, his right hand in a cast and a cold compress on his cheek. Jin was there, looking worried but relieved to see Jimin.

“Jungkook fainted after a surgery and has a high fever. He hit his head in the fall. But, no worries, he is fine. Just this tiny wound here in his head,” Jin explained.

Jimin’s eyes filled with tears as he knelt beside Jungkook, taking his hand gently. “Jungkook Hyung, I’m so sorry. I should have been there. I… I didn’t really see the calls because I forgot to turn the silent mode off after the exam. I am so sorry.”

Jungkook gave him a weak smile. “It’s okay, Jimin. I’m glad you’re here now.”

Jin patted Jimin’s shoulder. “He needs rest and care. I’m sure he’ll be okay with you by his side. Don’t beat yourself. I’m off. I just received an emergency call. Bye guys. Take care of him Jimin-ah”

Jimin nodded, his throat tight with emotion. "Thank you, Jin hyung."

As Jin left, Jimin turned his full attention to Jungkook, who was trying to sit up. "No, don't move. Just rest," Jimin insisted, gently pressing Jungkook back against the cushions.

Jungkook chuckled softly, wincing slightly. "You worry too much, little Jimin. I’m a freaking surgeon. I'll be fine."

Jimin's eyes filled with tears as he caressed Jungkook's cheek. "I can't help it. Seeing you like this... it scares me. It reminds me of that day when I lost her... I hate it when something like this happens."

Jungkook reached up, brushing away a tear that had escaped down Jimin's cheek. "Hey, I'm here, aren't I? I'm not going anywhere."

Jimin took a deep breath, his heart aching with a mixture of care and fear. "I need to take care of you, Jungkook Hyung. Let me do that. Please, alpha?"

Jungkook nodded, his gaze softening. "Okay, my omega. I'll let you take care of me."

“Tell me you aced that test of yours.” Jungkook asked. Last night he had seen the omega studying multiple books at the same time and he himself taught him some of the topics. So, the teacher in turn deserves to know about his student’s test. The student who was oh-so-obedient, attentive and according to Jungkook the best.

“I did” he smiled, supporting Jungkook to stand up.

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For the first time, Jimin stepped inside Jungkook's room to tend to him. The room was spacious and elegantly decorated, with a large bed in the centre and a cozy sitting area by the windows. As Jimin helped Jungkook to the bed, he noticed a huge framed photograph hanging on the wall opposite the bed. It was a picture from their wedding day. In the photo, Jungkook looked radiant, his smile wide and genuine. Jimin, on the other hand, had a forced smile, his eyes betraying the unease he had felt that day.

The sight of the picture stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Jimin. He had always been conflicted about their marriage. While he had grown fond of Jungkook, the feelings of attachment that were blossoming within him were both comforting and terrifying. They both have this comfortable bond and he truly cared for the elder.

Jimin helped Jungkook into bed and adjusted the pillows to make him comfortable. “You need to rest, Jungkook. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

Jungkook reached out and took Jimin’s hand. “Thank you, Jimin. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

Jimin shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. “Don’t say that. You’ve done so much for me. It’s my turn to take care of you. Let me make some soup. I don’t know how to make soup properly other than the instant ones so I–”

Jungkook’s eyes softened as he looked at Jimin. “Jimin-ah, I already had soup. You know how awfully motherly is Jin Hyung. He literally treated me as his little daughter. Sit down, will you? Just having you here means everything to me.”

Jimin felt his heart swell with emotion. He sat by Jungkook’s side, holding his hand tightly. Jungkook gave into the exhaustion and slipped into sleep.

“Jimin-ah…Hyung loves you a lot.” Jungkook mumbled incoherently because of high fever he was having. Jimin smiled at him. Jungkook looked like a baby.

“Cute” Jimin bopped his nose.

Jimin sat beside the bed Jungkook was sleeping on, watching over him, releasing calming pheromones unknowingly. The fever had flushed Jungkook, all sweaty; his hair was sticking to his forehead. Jimin felt a prickle of worry mixed with a rush of affection. He reached for the damp cloth he was using to wipe Jungkook's forehead but then stopped a bit.

He bit his lip, his eyes flicking down to Jungkook's white shirt. It was damp with sweat, clung to the contours of his defined chest. Jimin knew it would be better, easier on Jungkook, if he were to clean him off properly, but somehow, that seemed to relate to stripping him off, a little too much in the line of intimacy and personal things.

Jimin checked his temperature again. 104°. Shit.

Jimin took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing mind. He looked at Jungkook's peaceful face, remembering how many times Jungkook had cared for him without hesitation, facilely unashamed. It was time he did the same for them—curb and solace—and so he tossed his mind back to the edge.

"I'm a future doctor," Jimin whispered to himself, willing himself to get his resolve back. "Right now, Jungkook Hyung is my patient. I need to take care of him."

“Hyung, I am removing your shirt” he mumbled, seeking some sort of concent.

Jimin reached out for the buttons on Jungkook's shirt. They were slightly trembling as they turned each button off to reveal the even, warm skin beneath. He worked to be as professional as possible, telling his mind that it was purely for Jungkook's sake.

Jungkook stirred a little as Jimin peeled the shirt away, but he didn't budge. Jimin's fingers brushed against his chest, and he could feel a rush of heat in his own cheeks. He quickly averted his gaze, his eyes fixed on his work.

He wetted the cloth in cool water once more and began his gentle wiping of Jungkook's chest and arms. His actions were very gentle and proper since he could feel the fever radiating off Jungkook's body, so he worked hard to bring his temperature down.

He couldn't help but feel the little details of Jungkook—the tightening and relaxing of his muscles under touch, the thin scar on his shoulder, and the steady rising and falling of his chest. He was trying to come off cool, but he was feeling this—this connection, this intimacy, this state of domesticity.

Jimin sat down, his heart hammering in his chest. For a while, he just looked at Jungkook—a conciliatory gaze filled with understanding and proud. He had done it: taken care of him despite his trembling fears and doubts. Small things, big meaning to Jimin.

He whispered softly while cleaning him up, "You'll be okay, Hyung. I'll take care of you.".

In the quiet moments, Jimin’s mind wandered. He thought about their relationship, about the growing attachment he felt towards Jungkook. It was a strange and confusing feeling. On one hand, he was terrified of getting too close, of opening himself up to the possibility of more pain. But on the other hand, he couldn’t deny the comfort and warmth he felt in Jungkook’s presence.

Meanwhile, Taehyung sat alone in his room, his mind a storm of emotions. He wanted so badly to be the one Jimin turned to, the one who made him smile and feel safe. But for now, he would have to wait, hoping that one day, he could win Jimin’s heart. But does he still have any chance?

Despite the chaos of the, he felt a deep sense of commitment to the alpha who had shown him so much care. In the midst of all this, he did forget about Taehyung. He didn’t even check his phone after reaching the penthouse.

*****

As the dawn began to break, Jimin looked at Jungkook, who had finally fallen into a fitful sleep. Jimin too closed his eyes. Exhaustion of all the exams causing his system to fail even when he wanted to function.

Jungkook stirred and opened his eyes, looking at Jimin with a soft smile. Jungkook looked at Jimin who was sleeping diagonally. His head next to his hands, a wash cloth and a small basin next to him, his messy hair all tied up in a bun.

“Hyung you are up? How are you? Oh my god, did I sleep while you-” Jimin asked, quickly sitting on the bed.

“No, Jimin-ah… No fever anymore. You’ve been up all night, haven’t you?”

Jimin nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from Jungkook’s forehead. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Jungkook’s eyes glistened with emotion. “You’re amazing, Jimin. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Jimin felt his heart skip a beat. “I’m not going anywhere Hyung. Sleep a bit more. I’ll ask Ajhumma to prepare breakfast.”

The doorbell rang, breaking the quiet of the house. Jimin went to answer it. Standing at the door were Jin, Namjoon, and their little girl, a bundle of energy and excitement.

“Good morning, Jimin!” Jin greeted with a wide smile, balancing their daughter on his hip. “Jungkook… How’s he doing?”

“He’s doing better,” Jimin replied, stepping aside to let them in. “Come on in. He’s resting in the bedroom.”

As they entered, the little girl squirmed out of her father’s arms and ran towards the bedroom, her giggles filling the air. Jin and Namjoon followed, with Jin carrying a bag of what looked like homemade food.

“We brought some food,” Namjoon said, holding up the bag. “Thought it might help.”

“Thank you,” Jimin said, touched by their thoughtfulness. “I was just about to ask Ajhumma to prepare some.”

They made their way to the bedroom where Jungkook was lying, his eyes half-open as he greeted their visitors with a weak smile. The little girl tried climbing onto the bed and Jin quickly caught her, scolding softly how her kookie has fever and needs rest.

“Hey there, princess,” Jungkook said. “Did you miss me?”

“Kookie!” she exclaimed; her eyes wide with excitement. “Mommy made breakfast for you! Snow white’s here too Kookie. You are his prince I know. Don’t let snow white eat apples. He will faint you know?”

Jungkook started laughing. Jin smiled warmly as he placed the bag on the bedside table. “It’s good to see you smiling, Jungkook. How are you feeling? She calls Jimin-ah Snow white saying he looks like her”. Jimin looked embarrassed.

“Yeah, I understood. A lot better, thanks to Jimin,” Jungkook replied, glancing at Jimin with gratitude. “He’s been taking such good care of me that my fever just vanished.”

Before they could settle into a more comfortable conversation, the doorbell rang again. Jimin excused himself and went to answer it, finding Jungkook’s mother and his sister, Jisoo, standing there. Their faces were a mixture of concern and relief.

“Mrs. Je- mother, please come in,” Jimin said, stepping aside to let them enter.

As they walked into the living room, Jennie immediately rushed towards the bedroom to see her brother. Jungkook’s mother, however, lingered, her expression troubled. She turned to Jimin, her eyes filling with tears.

“Jimin, why didn’t you call me?” she asked, her voice breaking. “I had to hear from a random relative that Jungkook was taken out of the hospital in a wheelchair. My heart broke when I heard that. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jimin felt a lump form in his throat, guilt washing over him. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jeon. It all happened so fast, and I was so worried about Jungkook that I didn’t think to call anyone. Jin Hyung was here. But, it was a mistake, and I’m truly sorry.”

Before Mrs. Jeon could respond, Jennie returned from the bedroom, having heard part of the conversation. “Mom, it’s not Jimin’s fault. He was just trying to take care of Jungkook. It was an emergency, and he did the best he could.”

Jungkook, now sitting up in bed, called out weakly, “Why are you sorry Jimin-ah. Stop apologizing for something that you haven’t done. Mom, if you’re going to blame Jimin, you can leave. He’s done nothing but take care of me.”

Mrs. Jeon’s eyes softened as she looked at her son. “I’m not blaming him, Jungkook. I’m just worried. It’s a mother’s concern. You’re my son, and I want to know when something happens to you.”

Jungkook sighed, leaning back against the pillows. “I know, Mom. But right now, I need to rest. Please, let’s not argue about this. Leave.”

Before Mrs. Jeon could respond, Jimin stepped forward. “Mrs. Jeon, I promise I’ll keep you informed from now on.”

“No. He won’t. He doesn’t have to. Stop invading and interfering in my damn private life mother. He doesn’t need to report you on anything. And trust me. He would have called everyone if it was serious. I sprained my leg one time when I was abroad. Who cared for me? No one and you didn’t blame anyone back then except me. And today too, you should blame me. Not him.”

Mrs. Jeon was shocked. “I was just concerned.”

“Oh, please mom. Don’t be such a mother-in-law. You know how Jungkook Hyung hates it when you meddle in his life” Jennie too supported her brother.

“I didn’t mean that Jungkook-ah. Sorry Jimin-ah. I was just scared. That lady said she saw you with an alpha in front of city mall and I just... Please forgive me, son.”

“I don’t have any problem. Then, why do you.” Jungkook groaned in anger.

“Hyung, Stop. Please.” Jimin stopped Jungkook from talking, his eyes pleading.

“Mom, Hyung… Please stop fighting. Mom, Jin Hyung and Namjoon Hyung is here too and a little child who’s crying because of all this stress pheromones” Jennie spoke calmly.

“Sorry Jungkook-ah. Sorry Jimin-ah.”

Jungkook’s mother and Jennie joined them in the bedroom, and the atmosphere gradually lightened as they all settled in. Jin and Namjoon’s daughter continued to entertain Jungkook with her antics, and soon the room was filled with laughter and conversation. Jungkook’s mother looked uncomfortable and embarrassed.

“Jimin, why don’t you sit down and take a break?” Namjoon suggested, noticing the exhaustion in Jimin’s eyes. “You’ve been on your feet all day.”

Jimin nodded, feeling the weariness in his bones. He took a seat next to Jungkook, who immediately took his hand, squeezing it gently.

“Thank you for everything, Jimin,” Jungkook said softly, just for the younger to hear. “But I am not sorry for fighting for you”

Jimin smiled, his heart swelling with affection. “You are too sweet Hyung”

As the afternoon wore on, they all enjoyed the meal Jin and Mrs. Jeon had prepared, sharing stories and laughter. The tension from earlier slowly dissipated, replaced by a sense of unity and support. Jimin felt a warmth in his heart as he looked around at the people who had become his family.

After the meal, Jennie sat down next to Jimin, her expression serious. “Jimin, I know we haven’t had much time to get to know each other. The wedding was so sudden, and I was stuck in college. But I want you to know that I’m here for you too. You’re part of our family now. I'll be your cool Sister-in-law.  Let me know if you want some nasty picture of Hyung’s”

Jimin nodded, feeling a lump in his throat. “Thank you, Jennie. Thank you for supporting me back there. And I would love to see how his childhood was”

Jennie smiled, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “And don’t worry about my mom. She just loves Jungkook so much. Practically obsessed because my father wanted Hyung to do business but he wasn’t really okay with it. She is still trying to coax him. She’ll come around.”

As the evening approached, Mrs. Jeon stood up, signaling that it was time for them to leave. “We should go now and let Jungkook rest. Thank you, Jimin, for taking such good care of him. I’m sorry again Jimin. I guess I got overprotective wanting to have the best for him. But, you are the best for him. Jungkook loves you. And I don’t have to be concerned about him anymore.”

Jimin walked them to the door, feeling a sense of relief that the visit had ended on a positive note.

****

Jimin felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him as he sat by Jungkook's bedside, holding his hand gently. The day had been emotionally exhausting, but it had also reminded him of his family. His family was a very broken one. He didn’t have anyone in that house. But the occasional chocolates his Yoongi Hyung bought for him after his business trips, his sister’s shopping spree, his mother’s head massage… He missed it. He sighed, looking at Jungkook, who was resting peacefully.

"Jennie's nice. Your mom, she apologized to me again before she left." Jimin mumbled, folding a towel.

"I mean she should. And Jennie is a brat." Jungkook smiled at Jimin but he could see a lingering sadness in his eyes.

"I miss my mother so much these days," Jimin confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't talked to her since our mating day. I've been so caught up in everything that I didn't realize how much I need her. And… we kinda fought."

Jungkook opened his eyes, his gaze tender as he looked at Jimin. "Then you should call her, Jimin. It's never too late to reach out. She’s your mother, and she loves you."

Jimin nodded, feeling a mixture of apprehension and longing. "You're right. I should call her. But what if she’s…What if...?"

"Jimin," Jungkook interrupted gently, squeezing his hand. "She's your mother. She’ll be happy to hear from you, no matter what. And she’ll be even happier to know that you’re doing well. You need this, and so does she."

Taking a deep breath, Jimin pulled out his phone and dialed his mother's number. The ringing felt like an eternity, each second heightening his anxiety. Finally, the call connected. He hadn't spoken to his mother since his mating day, and he didn't know how she would react.

Finally, the call connected, and he heard his mother's voice on the other end. "Hello?"

"Mom, it's Jimin," he said, his voice wavering slightly.

There was a brief pause before his mother responded, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and emotion. "Jimin? Oh, my baby! How are you? I've been so worried."

"I'm fine, Mom," Jimin replied, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I'm sorry I haven't called. I just... needed some time."

"I understand, sweetheart," his mother said softly. "I've missed you so much. How are you? How's Jungkook?"

"He's been really good to me, Mom," Jimin said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "At least one thing you said was true about marrying and leaving the Park mansion. Jungkook is a nice alpha who cares about my feelings. I'm glad I married him and ran away from that asylum."

His mother's voice cracked with emotion. "I'm so happy to hear that, Jimin. You deserve to be with someone who treats you well. The thought of you being happy brings tears to my eyes."

Jimin felt his own eyes welling up. "Thank you, Mom. It means a lot to hear you say that."

"And Jimin," his mother continued, her voice trembling, "I want you to know that I'm happy. So happy that I can cry because of it. At least my son isn't with a wretched, abusive alpha. I’ll thank the Moon Goddess every day for that."

Jimin's heart ached with both joy and sorrow. "Mom, I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, sweetheart," she said. "Just hearing your voice is enough. And there's something else you should know. Your father... he's been different since you left."

"Different how?" Jimin asked, a frown creasing his forehead.

"He's scared," his mother explained. "Scared of Jungkook's father backing off from business. So, he isn't being that abusive to me anymore. He treats me as if I don't exist, because he's afraid you might manipulate Jungkook into a situation like that."

Jimin felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Mom, that's... that's good to hear. I'm glad he's not hurting you anymore."

"Me too," she said, her voice filled with a bittersweet happiness. "I'm so happy that I don't exist to him anymore. It's a strange kind of freedom, but it's better than the life I had before."

Jimin felt a tear slip down his cheek. "I'm so sorry I left you there, Mom."

"Don't be sorry, Jimin," she said firmly. "You did what you had to do for your own happiness. And in a way, you saved me too. Knowing that you're safe and loved gives me strength."

Jimin took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace settle over him. "Thank you, Mom. I promise I'll call more often. I don't want to lose touch with you."

"I would love that," his mother said, her voice warm and tender. "And Jimin, please take care of yourself. And take care of Jungkook too. Take care of each other. He sounds like a wonderful alpha."

"He is, Mom," Jimin said, a genuine smile spreading across his face, looking at Jungkook. "He really is."

As they said their goodbyes and ended the call, Jimin sat in silence for a moment, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. So, he sat there and cried.

He turned to Jungkook, who had been watching him with a gentle, encouraging smile.

“Cry all you want Jimin-ah. Don’t pent it up inside your little heart” Jungkook mumbled.

"How do you feel?" Jungkook asked, his voice soft.

"Better," Jimin replied, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you for encouraging me to call her. I needed that."

“I’m fine, Jimin-ah. You can go to your room. You didn’t sleep properly yesterday too. It’s late,” Jungkook said softly, his voice a mix of exhaustion and reassurance.

Jimin hesitated, biting his lip. “Ac…Actually… I was uhm… wondering if I could sleep here in this room,” he mumbled, fumbling with his fingers.

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Do you…Do you wanna sleep in this room? With me?” he questioned; the shock evident in his tone.

Jimin nodded, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Just sleep. Yes. I am okay.”

Jungkook tried to sit up, wincing a little. “I should go shower. I am probably stinking,” he muttered, trying to push himself to get up.

“No,” Jimin said quickly, his voice firm but gentle. “I mean…You are not stinking. I like your scent. It’s calming. Let’s just sleep.”

Jungkook blinked at Jimin's words, a blush spreading across his cheeks. The alpha scent filled the room, a comforting, grounding presence that Jimin found himself growing more and more attached to.

With a shy smile, Jimin pulled back the covers and slipped into the bed beside Jungkook. The warmth of Jungkook’s body and the familiar scent enveloped him, creating a cocoon of safety and comfort. Jungkook hesitated for a moment before joining Jimin under the covers, his heart racing.

“Jimin-ah,” Jungkook whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of shyness and affection.

“Sleep, Hyung,” Jimin replied softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “I won’t come to your side.”

“Jungkook Hyung,” Jimin whispered after a moment of silence, his voice barely audible. “Thank you… for everything.”

Jungkook turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Jimin’s. “You don’t have to thank me, Jimin-ah. By the way… I lovvee your scent too.”

Jimin’s heart swelled at Jungkook’s words.

He reached out, his hand finding Jungkook’s under the covers, their fingers intertwining.

“I feel… safe with you,” Jimin confessed, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ve never felt this way before.”

Jungkook’s grip on Jimin’s hand tightened slightly, a silent promise of protection and care. “I love you Jimin-ah.”

“I know Hyung.” Jimin mumbled shyly and closed his eyes. Jungkook asked before turning the lights off.

As the night wore on, Jimin found himself drifting off to sleep, lulled by the rhythmic beat of Jungkook’s heart and the soothing scent that surrounded them. This was a huge step in their life. One more step closer to each other.

Chapter Text

Jimin sat nervously in the small cafe, his fingers tracing the rim of his coffee cup. Jungkook was perfectly okay and was never busier. He had many surgeries scheduled for him upon his return. So, Jimin decided to meet his mother. The gentle hum of conversations around him did little to calm his racing heart. It had been months since he had seen his mother, and the weight of everything that had happened pressed heavily on his chest. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he waited.

The bell above the door chimed, and he looked up to see his mother walking in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on him. She hurried over, her face a mix of relief and worry.

"Jimin," she said softly, pulling him into a tight hug. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, Mom," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. He held her tightly, savouring the warmth and familiarity of her embrace.

They sat down, and for a moment, there was silence as they simply looked at each other. Jimin's mother reached across the table, taking his hand in hers.

"How have you been, my son?" she asked gently.

Jimin swallowed hard, his eyes welling up with tears. "Mom, there's so much I need to tell you."

His mother squeezed his hand, her eyes filled with concern. "I'm here, Jimin. Tell me everything."

Jimin took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I... I had a miscarriage, Mom. It was so painful, and I didn't know how to handle it. Jungkook was there for me, but it was still so hard."

His mother's face crumpled with sorrow, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Oh, Jimin, my sweet boy. I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to go through something like this."

Jimin felt a sob rise in his throat, and he struggled to hold it back. "I sometimes feel guilty for the loss, like I failed as an omega. But at the same time, the thought of giving birth to a baby and ruining my dreams is terrifying to me. I feel so conflicted and bad about it."

His mother reached across the table, cupping his face in her hands. "Jimin, listen to me. Your omega instincts are not your fault. You have every right to feel the way you do. You are not a failure. You are my strong, brave son, and you deserve to follow your dreams."

Tears streamed down Jimin's face as he nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Thank you, Mom."

His mother wiped away her own tears, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm so sorry for leading you into something that caused you so much pain. Please, forgive me. I really couldn’t say it to your face that Jeons expected mating right on the wedding night. So, I wrote it and kept it in your room. With all the marriage chaos, it might have been misplaced or dropped. Because I found it under your bed and thought you might have already read it. Fate is such a cruel thing, my poor boy. Of course, after what trauma I have endured from your father on our wedding day… do you think I wish that you had it too? I’m sorry my little baby… I’ve failed you yet again."

Jimin shook his head, reaching out to take her hands in his. "Mom, I don't blame you. You did what you thought was best for me. And in some ways, it has helped me grow and understand myself better."

His mother squeezed his hands tightly, her eyes filled with love and regret. "I just want you to be happy, Jimin. Please, give Jungkook a chance. It sounds like he's been supportive and caring."

Jimin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "He has been, Mom. We're taking things slow, but he's really been there for me. I think... I think I might be growing attached to him, and that scares me, but it also feels so right."

His mother smiled through her tears, her heart swelling with pride. "That's all I want for you, Jimin. To be with someone who loves and supports you. Follow your heart, my son. It will lead you to where you need to be."

Jimin leaned across the table, hugging his mother tightly. "Thank you, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Jimin," she whispered, holding him close. "More than anything in this world."

“So, strawberry milk cake?” Jimin’s mom asked.

With a smile, Jimin replied “Strawberry milk cake it is.”

*********

Jungkook stared at the clock on the wall, its ticking blending into the background noise of the bustling hospital. Another double shift. Another series of surgeries that had left him mentally and physically drained. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. His schedule was beyond fucked up. He needed a break, desperately. The chaotic twists and turns of the past few months had worn him thin. The marriage… the fucked-up mating night… the miscarriage or abortion that led… in the midst of everything – his profession and the number of surgeries he was forced because of how famous of a surgeon he was and he liked doing complicated surgeries for hours if that meant helping someone. Obviously being a doctor is not everyone’s cup of tea.

Married life had been a rollercoaster. There were moments of pure joy, but also dark times filled with unforeseen twists that tested their bond. Jimin and he had started to sleep in the same bed together more often, especially on those nights when Jimin was haunted by nightmares and needed someone close. Rainy days were the nastiest. They brought back the painful memory of Jimin’s sister's death, the lies she had told, and the turmoil that followed. Every storm seemed to unleash the same recurring nightmare, dragging Jimin back into those harrowing moments.

Jungkook knew Jimin needed him on those nights. He would hold him close, offering whatever comfort he could, even though he knew his own body screamed for rest. Despite his exhaustion, the thought of leaving Jimin alone with his nightmares was intolerable.

But Jimin, ever so considerate, knew Jungkook needed his rest too. On nights when Jungkook was too tired, Jimin retreated to his personal sanctuary – a cozy theatre setup that Jungkook had built for him in their room. It was Jimin's escape, a place where he could lose himself in the world of K-dramas and series. Jimin swore it was the golden age of K-dramas, and he binged them relentlessly, engrossed in every storyline, every twist, and turn. It had become his obsession, to the point where he rarely stepped out of his room unless it was for Jungkook. He sometimes did go out to meet Taehyung but would always try to reach back home before sunsets. It wasn’t something Jungkook forced upon him. Jimin himself did make that decision for himself.

Jungkook smiled at the thought as he walked up the stairs to their apartment. It was almost their routine now. He would come home, weary from his gruelling schedule, and Jimin would be there, eagerly waiting to share his thoughts on the latest drama episodes. As Jungkook unlocked the door, the familiar sound of Jimin's voice filled the space.

"Jungkook! You won’t believe what happened in the last episode!" Jimin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he jumped off the couch, holding his tablet.

Jungkook chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Tell me all about it, Jimin."

Jimin began to animatedly recount the plot, his hands gesturing excitedly as he described the characters and their entangled fates. Jungkook listened, a soft smile playing on his lips, even as his body screamed for sleep. He loved these tiny moments. Jimin’s gusto was infectious, a bright spot in his otherwise hectic life. Jimin was and will be his escape… forever

"And then, the main character—oh, you have to see it to believe it!" Jimin exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jungkook nodded, trying to keep his eyes open. "Whoa…sounds intense. Maybe I'll watch it with you this weekend."

Jimin's face lit up. "Really? That would be amazing! You need to see how brilliant the actors are. It’s like they bring the characters to life in a way that’s just... wow."

Jungkook’s heart swelled with affection. Despite the exhaustion, he cherished these moments. After listening to Jimin for a while longer, he finally caved in to his fatigue.

"Okay, Jimin," Jungkook said softly, pulling Jimin into a gentle hug. "I need to sleep now. But I promise, this weekend, it’s just you, me, and the best K-dramas."

Jimin hugged him back tightly, his voice a whisper. "Thank you, Jungkook. Sleep well."

Jungkook headed to bed, feeling Jimin's presence close by, a comfort in the storm of his chaotic life. As his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep sleep. And days passed just like this. At least, Jimin is getting happier…right?

******

Jungkook woke to the sound of soft, muffled sobs. He blinked in the dim light, groggy from exhaustion, and turned to see Jimin sitting at the edge of the bed, his shoulders shaking with each silent cry. The room was dark except for the faint glow from the phone screen in Jimin’s lap, where the credits of 'Our Blues' rolled. Jungkook turned the side lamp on and shit… Jimin was crying.

"Jimin?" Jungkook's voice was thick with concern and sleep. He sat up, reaching out to touch Jimin's back. "What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?"

Jimin tried to wipe his tears away with the back of his hand, but they just kept coming. "I… I was watching 'Our Blues.' I shouldn't have gotten triggered like this, but… I just… I don't know. Hyung, I don’t know."

Jungkook moved closer, wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulders, feeling the tremors of his sobs. Each tear that fell from Jimin's eyes felt like a dagger to his heart. "What happened, Jimin? What did you see that distressed you so much?"

Jimin took a shuddering breath, trying to find the words. "There…there…was this scene… the high schoolers deciding to have the baby and figuring out how to do it despite everything. It just… it hit me. It reminded me of my pregnancy and how it ended. I feel like… I feel like I killed someone, Hyung. Also… the woman… Seon-a…is me… she was like me. It was as if I saw my miserable self in her."

Jungkook's heart ached hearing the agony in Jimin's voice. He gently cupped Jimin's face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Seeing Jimin like this, so shattered, tore at his very soul. "Oh, Jimin-ah. You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s okay to feel this way. It’s okay to be overwhelmed."

Jimin shook his head, more tears spilling over. "I know I didn’t want a pup at that time, but my omega… my omega is not okay with it. I shut down my omega for days after that, but now… now it’s too bad. It’s all coming back, and I can't deal with it."

“Can you try breathing with me Jimin-ah? Look at Hyung. Let’s breathe together, hmm?” Jungkook drew Jimin into his arms, holding him tightly once he calmed down a bit. Each sob from Jimin reverberated through his chest, a physical pain that echoed Jimin's emotional torment. "You’re not a burden to your Hyung, Jimin-ah. You never have been and never will be. I’m here for you, always. In fact, Hyung has made you go through all these…alone. It’s not your fault angel. I’m your alpha and I love you more than anyone in this whole wide world and Hyung will never see you as a burden, my love."

Jimin clung to Jungkook, his cries intensifying. "I tried to run away from these thoughts, Hyung. I tried to watch other things, engage in other activities to avoid this, and not burden you. But it’s all too much. I can't… I can't handle it anymore Hyung."

Jungkook gently rocked him, his own eyes stinging with unshed tears. He wanted to protect his little bubble, his omega, but he felt helpless. "Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay to feel this way. But you don’t have to face it alone. Maybe… maybe it’s time to talk to someone. A therapist. They can help you work through these feelings, help you heal."

Jimin nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself. "Hyung, I’ve already been suffering from depression and anxiety, and the pills aren’t working anymore. My previous therapist was a friend of my father and was so insensitive. He just gave me the pills and that’s it."

“Maybe we should try someone else then. Simply eating medicines won’t help you Jimin-ah. Sometimes it will worsen things up. You know it too as a future doctor.” Jungkook tried to coax him to this. Jungkook knew the younger was possibly handled too insensitively like some psychiatrists does. But not everyone’s like that.

Jimin sniffled, pulling back slightly to look at Jungkook through teary eyes. "You think that will help?"

Jungkook nodded, his voice soft but unwavering, though he felt a lump forming in his throat. "I do. Therapy can give you the tools to cope, to understand what you're feeling. And I’ll be with you every step of the way. We can find someone together. Did you know Hyung went through depression years back?"

“Really? Are we going to your therapist then?” Jimin questioned, his eyes widening in surprise.

“Yeah," Jungkook affirmed, gently squeezing Jimin's hand. "Look at me now. I’ve healed and am better, but I still struggle with controlling my alpha sometimes. My therapist was Namjoon Hyung. In fact, Hyung jokes it was because of me he chose to be one. He’s kind and understanding, and you know him through me. Joonie Hyung is the sole reason I have healed. Jin Hyung was supporting me too. You need to bring it under control so that I can help you in some ways too, bub.”

Jimin's shoulders shook with another sob, but he nodded. "Okay. I think… I think I need that. I’m okay with Namjoon Hyung"

Jungkook pressed a tender kiss to Jimin’s forehead, his heart shattering at the sight of his mate in such agony. Every tear, every broken word from Jimin felt like a blade slicing through his own heart, but he knew he had to be the pillar of strength they both needed. His voice trembled with raw emotion as he spoke, "Jimin, my love, we’ll get through this together. You’re not alone in this. I love you more than words can ever express, and I’ll always be here for you. I promise, no matter how dark it gets, I’ll be your light. I’ll never let go. You mean everything to me, and I can't bear to see you in so much pain. Please, let me help you. Let me carry this burden with you. We’ll find a way out of this, I swear it." Jimin nodded again, taking a deep breath and trying to steady himself. "Hmm"

Jungkook whispered, holding Jimin close. "We’ll make it through this, I promise. Let Hyung do this for you."

******

Jimin’s journey to therapy began with a mix of anxiety and determination. The decision had been hard, but Jungkook's solid support gave him the courage to take that first step. On the morning of his first appointment, Jungkook held Jimin's hand as they sat in the waiting room, the minutes ticking by rather very slowly.

Namjoon received them with a warm infectious dimple smile. The therapy room was cozy: neutral colors in harmony with soft furniture, making the place feel safe. Maybe here, Jimin could finally let go of everything that thundered inside him.

Jimin grappled with the weight of his emotions, the echoes of past conversations and the cruel taunts from his former therapist haunting him. Jimin wanted Jungkook to be in the room while he talked. Opening up to Joon felt like stepping into a storm. But in those vulnerable moments, Jimin sought solace in Jungkook’s encouraging nods and the warmth of his hand. With Namjoon’s guidance, Jimin stumbled through his feelings, unravelling fear and trauma that had gnawed at his soul. As sessions unfolded, Joon suggested excluding Jungkook when discussing marriage and its challenges. Jungkook understood, and his whispered reassurances echoed in Jimin’s heart. Namjoon’s words wove healing threads, unravelling pain stitch by stitch, until Jimin felt the burden lift, one session at a time. There were nights when Jimin woke up from a nightmare, shaking and in sweat, and Jungkook would hold him until he calmed down, whispering soothing words into his ear.

One evening, after a particularly tiresome session, Jungkook looked at Jimin with a decided glint in his eye. "You know, Jimin, if you need me to be here for you more, I'll quit my job. You're more important to me than anything else."

Jimin's eyes welled up, and he shook his head decisively. "No, Hyung. You love your job. If you quit, I will think that I am a burden to you, and thus I will stop my therapy. I need to do this for myself, but I need you to keep doing what you love, too."

Jungkook sighed and pulled Jimin tightly into his embrace. "Alright, I won't quit. But remember, you will call me anytime if you need me. If I am not answering call Jin Hyung or Joon Hyung. Please?"

“Yes, Hyung. You love me, right?” Jungkook offered Jimin a comforting hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on, and an endless supply of encouragement.

“I won’t stop loving you even after my death Jimin-ah”

Despite the difficult procedure, Jimin showed remarkable improvement. He started seeing patterns in his nightmares and learned some new survival strategies. The sessions were due to follow up once a month, but Jimin wanted to take care of his emotional balance together with his school performance.

With a new semester looming, Jimin steeled himself for dual challenges: having to juggle his studies with ongoing therapy. On the whole, he was partially nervous and partially optimistic. Indeed, making time for therapy sessions amidst the hassle of college workload was pretty challenging, but now he had to be more careful about his mental health. He understood how helpful getting therapy was to him.

******

Elsewhere:

The mansion stood at the end of a quiet, secluded street, blending seamlessly with the other modest homes in the rich neighborhood. The rain pelted against the windows, casting eerie shadows across the dimly lit room. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the silence, an ominous reminder of the storm raging outside. Dimly lit by flickering candles, the space felt like a twisted shrine dedicated to a single person: Park Jimin... The walls were covered in photographs, all depicting different moments of his life—some candid, some staged, but all stolen and obsessively catalogued. The strings of red yarn connecting photos and articles like a sinister web. Newspaper clippings about Jimin's life and public appearances were pinned haphazardly, some circled in thick, angry strokes of black marker.

A life-size wax statue of Jimin stood in the center of the room, eerily realistic and illuminated by the ghostly candlelight — dressed in clothes identical to Jimin's, complete with a wig styled like his hair. Surrounding the statue were various personal items: used tissues, handkerchiefs, and pieces of clothing that had somehow been collected, all meticulously arranged. All these belonged to Jimin. A particular shelf held a collection of Jimin’s belongings—an old concert ticket, a coffee cup with his lipstick stain, an old water bottle and even strands of his hair preserved in small glass containers.

The desk in the corner held a laptop, the screen filled with Jimin's latest social media updates. Each post was analyzed, and every detail was noted down in a leather-bound journal, the pages filled with erratic, obsessive handwriting. There were also several newspaper clippings and printouts of interviews, all neatly organized in binders labelled with dates and locations.

On the wall, a large photograph of Jimin and Jungkook was displayed prominently, but Jungkook's face had been defaced with a red "X," signaling a twisted sense of rivalry.

The figure moved through the room; their silhouette barely visible in the dim light. They wore a hooded jacket, their face obscured. Their hands trembled slightly as they reached out to caress one of the photographs, lingering on Jimin’s smiling face. The walls here were also adorned with pictures, but these were more intimate, some even taken through windows and in private moments. A low, eerie whisper escaped their lips, repeating Jimin's name like a twisted mantra. They moved closer to Jimin’s wax statue. Their fingers traced the wax statue's features lovingly, the touch lingering on Jimin’s lips. The figure’s eyes were dark and lifeless, reflecting a dangerous level of fixation.

“You belong to me, Jimin,” the figure whispered, their voice a low, menacing murmur. “No one else can have you. Especially not him.”

The figure moved to the bed, where they had laid out several of Jimin’s stolen items. A used tissue, a handkerchief, a piece of his shirt—all laid out like sacred relics. They picked up a handkerchief, bringing it to their face and inhaling deeply, a look of twisted pleasure crossing their features.

Their thoughts drifted, dark fantasies playing out in their mind. They imagined Jimin beneath them, vulnerable and completely at their mercy. The fantasy grew more vivid, more intense, until they couldn’t resist any longer. With one hand still clutching the handkerchief, the other moved to their groin, and they began to pleasure themselves, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“You’ll be mine, Jimin,” they panted, their eyes closed as they lost themselves in the fantasy. “I’ll make sure of it. You’ll be mine forever.”

The figure’s moans mingled with the sound of the storm outside, creating a chilling symphony of obsession and desire. The candles flickered, casting grotesque shadows on the walls as the figure’s movements grew more frantic.

As they reached their climax, the figure let out a guttural cry, their body convulsing with the intensity of their release. They collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily, the handkerchief still clutched tightly in their hand.

Outside, the storm continued to rage, the thunder and lightning creating a dramatic backdrop to the twisted scene inside. The figure lay on the bed, a look of satisfaction on their face as they stared at the wax statue of Jimin.

“Soon,” they whispered, their voice barely audible over the storm. “Soon, you’ll be mine. And no one, not even Jungkook, will come between us.”

The figure’s laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine. The storm raged on, but inside, the true tempest was just beginning, fueled by an obsession so deep and dark that it threatened to consume them all. Among the clutter, a small, almost hidden detail stood out: a bracelet with the initials "K T" engraved on it, lay discarded in a drawer.

“You were mine first. And I will kill anyone who comes between us.”

Chapter Text

Jimin had begun redecorating the entire house, transforming every room into a reflection of his present self, a person far different from the one he used to be. The once cool, industrial aesthetic Jungkook had chosen now felt distant and foreign to him. Jimin wanted warmth, comfort, and life in every corner, so he spent days finding the perfect minimalist paintings that spoke to him, vases that balanced modern elegance with homey charm, and hanging swings that gently swayed as if beckoning him to sit and relax. Indoor plants filled the space, giving every room a fresh breath of life, their green leaves stretching toward the soft glow of the fairy lights he strung up like little stars. His favorite touch, though, was the wall collage he'd created, printing out photos from their casual nights out—their non-dates, as he liked to call them. Just two people who shared too much history, too many smiles, and who had snapped selfies that now graced the walls with memories that felt both far away and like they had just happened yesterday. Nesting, they called it. His omega felt safe here, safe enough to make this space truly his own. And Jungkook, watching it all unfold, couldn’t have been prouder. His alpha swelled with pride, content in the knowledge that they had built a sanctuary for their omega, a haven where Jimin could breathe, relax, and finally feel at home. And that feeling—seeing Jimin’s quiet smiles as he placed yet another vase in the perfect spot—filled Jungkook’s heart with a happiness he’d never quite known before.

The semester break is over, and Jimin could feel the end of it like a weight pressing down on his chest. He had savored every moment of freedom, spent long days catching up on his favorite shows, indulging in some much-needed rest, and laughing with Jungkook as they shared quiet moments together. But as the days dwindled down to a few, the reality of returning to the daily grind of school began to sink in.

Jimin sat on the edge of the couch in their living room, scrolling mindlessly through his phone, though his thoughts were far from the screen. His eyes watered, his chest tight with a bittersweet ache. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go back to school—he did, desperately so. It was his dream, after all. But the last few weeks had felt like a safe bubble, a time when he didn’t have to face the weight of expectations, deadlines, or the constant pressure to keep everything together.

Jungkook walked into the room and immediately noticed Jimin’s quiet mood. He took a seat beside him, brushing a hand over Jimin’s arm. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

Jimin blinked, wiping at his eyes quickly with the back of his hand. He gave a small, shaky laugh. “I don’t know, I just… I feel sad. The break’s over, and I don’t know why it’s hitting me so hard. I should be excited to go back, but…”

His voice trailed off, and he let out a long sigh. Jungkook's gaze softened as he watched his mate struggling to find the right words. He knew how much Jimin cherished his downtime, especially after everything that had happened. The nightmares, the therapy, the constant battle to maintain balance—it all weighed on him in ways others couldn’t always see.

“Hey,” Jungkook said gently, wrapping an arm around Jimin and pulling him close. “It’s okay to feel sad about it. You’ve been through a lot lately, and this break—it was like a reset for you. But going back doesn’t mean you’re losing that. You’ll just keep building on what you’ve already started.”

Jimin nodded against Jungkook’s shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. “I know, but... it’s been nice to not have to worry about assignments or waking up early. I guess I’m just not ready to let it go yet. I hate that I’m feeling like this when I know I should be happy.”

“You’re allowed to feel however you feel, Jimin,” Jungkook reassured him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “Going back to school doesn’t mean you can’t still take care of yourself. You’ve come so far already, and it’s okay to be sad about this. But don’t forget why you’re doing it in the first place—this is your dream. You’ve worked so hard to get here.”

Jimin sniffled, leaning more into Jungkook’s warmth. “I know. I just need to remind myself of that sometimes. I want to finish this... I need to finish this. I’m just being emotional.”

Jungkook chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s temple. “You’re not just being emotional, you’re being human. And I’m here for you, whatever you need—whether it’s talking about how much you’re dreading going back or reminding you why you started this in the first place. You’ve got this, okay?”

Jimin nodded, a small, tired smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Okay,” he whispered. “You always know what to say.”

“Only because I know you so well,” Jungkook teased, before growing more serious. “But really, I’m proud of you, Jimin. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for, and I’ll be cheering you on every step of the way.”

Jimin swallowed hard, tears threatening to spill again. “I’ll miss having all this time with you, though. Like I don’t know why but I can call this place my home. Can you believe it? I never had a place where I felt absolutely felt happy and carefree but… see? Look at that swing? I love to read my books sitting there. I don’t have to be on guard always. Jin Hyung is sweet, Namjoon Hyung has been the best guide and helping me with my traumas… You…you… I trust you,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly.

“Whoa… you trusting me is the best award that I can ever get. You don’t know how happy I am that we have reached a point where we absolutely miss each other. I promise you we will still spend time with each other,” Jungkook promised, squeezing Jimin’s hand. “It might be different, but it’ll be just as meaningful. And before you know it, this semester will fly by, and you’ll be even closer to your goal.”

Jimin took a deep breath, letting the comfort of Jungkook’s words settle over him. He wiped his face again, feeling lighter, though a part of him still ached with the thought of leaving the peace of the break behind.

“You’re right,” Jimin murmured, sitting up and giving Jungkook a soft, grateful smile. “It’s my dream, and I’m going to see it through. But can you promise me one thing?”

“Anything,” Jungkook said immediately.

“Promise me that when it gets too much, I can come back and just... be here with you. Even if it’s just to cry about a deadline or vent about a professor.”

Jungkook chuckled and nodded, his eyes filled with warmth. “I promise. I’ll always be here, no matter what. You never have to go through anything alone. I’m your alpha remem-”

Without thinking, without planning, Jimin moved closer, his body acting before his mind could catch up. His heart pounded in his chest, the air between them thick and electric. Jungkook was mid-sentence, still talking about something trivial, but all Jimin could focus on was the shape of his lips, the softness of his expression. It was like everything slowed down, and before he knew it, Jimin leaned in, closing the space between them.

He kissed him.

It was brief, barely a second, but it was enough. Enough for Jimin to feel the warmth of Jungkook’s lips against his, enough for his entire body to spark with heat and adrenaline. The moment their lips touched, Jimin’s brain went into overdrive. What am I doing? What am I doing?

Jungkook froze in surprise, his eyes wide as the kiss ended as quickly as it had begun. “J-Jimin?” he breathed, his voice low and filled with disbelief.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed red, his heart racing faster than it ever had. He suddenly realized what he’d just done—he kissed Jungkook. He kissed him.

Panic flooded Jimin’s mind, and before Jungkook could even ask another question, Jimin jumped up from the couch, his face burning. “Good night!” he blurted, his voice cracking slightly with the rush of emotions coursing through him.

Jungkook blinked, still sitting there, stunned. “Wait, Jimin—"

But Jimin didn’t wait. He was already halfway to his room, his heart slamming against his ribcage. His head was spinning, his cheeks hot as flames, and he felt a whirlwind of emotions that he wasn’t ready to face. He needed to get out of there, to escape before Jungkook could ask him anything or—worse—before he could see just how flustered he was.

“I-I’m going to bed!” Jimin called out as he reached the hallway, his voice embarrassingly shaky. “See you in the morning!”

And with that, he darted into his room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He leaned against it, breathing heavily, his face buried in his hands. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He slid down the door to sit on the floor, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

What did I just do?

He couldn’t believe himself. His chest heaved as he took in deep breaths, his cheeks still burning, and his lips still tingling from the kiss. The memory of it—however brief—was now seared into his mind, and all he could think about was how completely, utterly stupid he felt. Jungkook had been so kind, so gentle with him, and here he was, ruining everything by kissing him out of the blue.

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push down the embarrassment and the anxiety welling up inside him. He didn’t even know what Jungkook had thought about it, and honestly, he wasn’t ready to find out. What if Jungkook thought it was weird? What if he ruined their friendship that has freshly bloomed?

His mind was swirling with possibilities, but for now, all he could do was hide in his room, his hands still trembling as he hugged his knees to his chest. He stayed there for what felt like hours, replaying the moment over and over again in his head, his pulse never slowing.

And just outside his door, Jungkook was still sitting on the couch, trying to make sense of what had just happened, his own heart pounding as he touched his lips, still feeling the ghost of Jimin’s kiss lingering there.

Jungkook smiled… his face as red as a cherry tomato.

*******

Jimin woke up to the bright morning light streaming in through the curtains, the warmth of it brushing against his skin. He squinted at the alarm clock on his bedside table, the red numbers blinking accusingly at him: 7:15 AM. He groaned, running a hand over his face as he remembered last night’s impulsive kiss. His heart rate picked up just at the thought of it. What had he been thinking?

He squeezed his eyes shut, replaying the moment in his mind—the way he had leaned in, the fleeting sensation of Jungkook’s lips against his, and then his own panicked escape. What the hell was I thinking? He buried his face in his hands, muffling another groan of frustration and embarrassment. How was he supposed to face Jungkook now?

As the weight of it all settled on him, a cold realization washed over him. “Oh, no…” He peeked through his fingers at the clock again, and it hit him like a ton of bricks—he was late for school. The semester break was officially over, and he was supposed to be in class by now. Panic surged through him, and he jumped out of bed, his heart pounding in a different rhythm now.

He rushed around his room, pulling on his clothes in a flurry of motion, trying to gather his things without losing his mind. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, tangled between last night’s mistake and today’s rush. There was no way to avoid it now. He had to go out there. He had to see Jungkook.

Jimin stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his collar with trembling hands. He tried to calm his nerves, taking a deep breath, but it felt like his anxiety was clawing at his throat. What was he supposed to say? Hey, sorry for kissing you out of nowhere last night? Please forget that ever happened?

Come on! It’s just a kiss.

He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. There was no time to overthink this. He was already running late, and if he didn’t get his act together, he’d miss the whole morning session. He grabbed his bag and took another deep breath, steeling himself. There was no avoiding this. He’d have to face Jungkook, and he’d just… deal with whatever came.

He tiptoed to the door, feeling like a guilty child sneaking out past curfew. He cracked it open slightly and peered out, scanning the hallway for any sign of Jungkook. The house was quiet, almost eerily so, and he felt his heart stutter in his chest. Maybe Jungkook was still asleep. Maybe he could slip out without having to see him, at least until later.

But as he took his first cautious step out into the hallway, he heard the soft sound of footsteps in the kitchen. His breath caught, and he froze, his grip on his bag tightening. This was it. He had to go through with it.

With his heart pounding in his ears, he made his way down the hall, each step feeling heavier than the last. When he rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen, he saw Jungkook standing by the stove, his back to him. He looked calm, as if nothing had happened last night, dressed in simple oversized T-shirt and sweatpants, his hair still a bit tousled from sleep. He was making coffee, the rich aroma filling the room, and Jimin could see the small plate of toast on the counter.

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder as he heard Jimin enter, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. “Morning,” he said, his voice warm and familiar, but Jimin didn’t miss the slight tension in his eyes. “You’re up early. I was going to wake you up.”

Jimin swallowed, feeling his cheeks flush. He tried to muster a smile, but it felt strained. “Yeah, I, um… I’m actually late,” he mumbled, fiddling with the strap of his bag. He couldn’t meet Jungkook’s gaze, not fully. His mind was still spinning with the memory of the kiss, his chest tight with embarrassment.

Jungkook’s eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the clock on the wall. “Shit, you’re right. Why didn’t you set an alarm?”

“I did. I just… didn’t hear it,” Jimin muttered, feeling heat creep up his neck. He tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out shaky. “I should probably go, I’m already late…”

Jungkook turned off the stove and walked over, his brows knitting together in concern. “Are you okay, though? You look…” He trailed off, searching Jimin’s face as if trying to read the thoughts behind his eyes. There was a softness in his gaze, a hint of worry that made Jimin’s chest ache.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just… a bit stressed.” Jimin’s voice cracked, and he bit his lip, glancing down at the floor. He felt like he was going to combust from how awkward this was. He needed to get out of here before he made it worse. “I really should go. I’ll see you later?”

Jungkook opened his mouth, but Jimin was already moving past him, heading for the door. His heart was racing, his pulse thundering in his ears as he reached for the handle. He could feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, feel the tension in the air between them, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to escape this moment, to get some space to breathe.

“Jimin, wait—” Jungkook called, his voice full of something Jimin couldn’t quite place, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

“Bye! Enjoy your break” he squeaked out, pushing open the door and hurrying out before he could lose his nerve. He didn’t look back, didn’t let himself think about the look on Jungkook’s face as he left. He just needed to get away, to clear his head and figure out what to do next.

*****

Jimin was almost dozing off, his head resting on his folded arms, when the classroom door swung open. He barely registered the sound of footsteps crossing the room, too lost in the lingering embarrassment of his morning encounter with Jungkook. His cheeks still heated at the memory of last night, and he squeezed his eyes shut, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole.

Next to him, Taehyung sat with his hands folded on his lap, staring ahead at the empty board, his expression unusually serious. There was a palpable tension between them, a thick, awkward silence that neither of them seemed willing to break. Jimin glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, noting the stiffness in his posture, the way his jaw was clenched ever so slightly. It was strange seeing Taehyung like this, so withdrawn and quiet. The alpha Jimin had known since their first year was lively, his laughter contagious, his presence always a bright spot in the day. But now, Taehyung seemed like a shadow of that person.

Jimin bit his lip, the urge to say something, anything, itching at him. He wanted to ask if Taehyung was okay, if something was bothering him. But the memory of their last encounter—angry words and hurt expressions—made him hesitate. They hadn’t ended things on the best note. So now, they just sat there, side by side, but miles apart, trapped in their own separate worlds of confusion and unresolved feelings.

He sighed softly, lowering his head back onto his arms. Maybe it was better this way, to keep the peace and not stir up any more conflict. He wasn’t sure he had the energy to deal with another emotional upheaval right now.

But then a chorus of gasps and whispers rippled through the room, pulling Jimin out of his thoughts. He frowned, lifting his head slightly to peek through his bangs. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the front of the room, a mixture of awe and curiosity reflected on their faces. He turned his head sluggishly to see what all the fuss was about.

The first thing he noticed was the new professor’s back—a broad, solid expanse covered in a fitted black shirt that clung to a perfectly sculpted frame. His shoulders were wide, tapering down to a slim waist, the kind of build that seemed too good to be true for a med school lecturer. Jimin raised an eyebrow. Whoever this guy was, he certainly didn’t fit the typical image of a tired, overworked professor.

The man moved with an effortless grace, setting down a leather bag on the desk with one smooth motion before turning to face the class. Jimin’s heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of his profile. Sharp jawline, full lips, dark eyes that sparkled under the fluorescent lights like something straight out of a movie scene. It was almost ridiculous how handsome he was. Has he seen this guy somewhere?

And then the man fully turned around, and Jimin’s heart didn’t just skip a beat—it completely plummeted to the floor.

There, standing in front of the class, looking every bit like he had just walked off a runway, was Jeon Jungkook. His alpha Jeon Jungkook. The one he’d shared late-night conversations and kissed last night. The one who was supposed to be taking a break from surgeries, not showing up as a surprise guest lecturer at his college.

Jungkook’s eyes scanned the room, a small, confident smile playing on his lips as he took in the sea of curious faces. He looked so different from the man Jimin knew—the warm, gentle lover who cradled him in his arms every time the nightmares came. Here, he was composed and authoritative, exuding a kind of magnetic energy that seemed to draw everyone in, holding their attention effortlessly.

“Good morning, everyone.” His voice was smooth, like velvet wrapping around each word. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, and I’ll be your guest lecturer for this semester.”

Jimin felt his breath catch in his throat as the words hit him like a freight train. What? Guest lecturer? He felt the ground shift beneath his feet, his world tilting as he tried to wrap his mind around what was happening. Jungkook was their new professor?

"What?" Jimin muttered to himself.

Jungkook’s gaze swept across the room, landing on each student for a brief moment, but when his eyes reached Jimin, they lingered just a fraction longer, a flash of recognition and something warmer passing through them before he continued.

“I specialize in advanced surgical techniques and procedures,” Jungkook continued, his tone professional and composed, as if he wasn’t sending Jimin into a spiral of confusion. “I’m excited to share some of that knowledge with you over the next few months. I hope we’ll have a productive and engaging semester together.”

Jimin’s mind was reeling. He glanced around, wondering if anyone else could see how insane this was, how completely surreal. But his classmates were all leaning forward eagerly, their eyes glued to Jungkook as if he were some kind of celebrity. And in a way, he kind of was. It wasn’t every day that someone as accomplished as Jungkook—young, brilliant, and devastatingly attractive—walked into their classroom.

Jimin felt a nudge on his side and turned to see Taehyung, his eyes wide. “Well, well, well,” he murmured, low enough that only Jimin could hear. “You never mentioned your ‘husband’ was going to be teaching us. Omg! I just can't.”

“I didn’t! He didn’t…ughhh” Jimin hissed back, his cheeks burning hotter than ever. His heart was still hammering in his chest, a mix of panic and something else, something warm and tingly that he didn’t want to think too much about.

His classmates were looking at him.

“No… I”

“Jeon Jimin please be silent.”

Jungkook’s voice pulled him back to reality as he began to outline the course, his tone shifting effortlessly between authoritative and approachable. He was good at this, Jimin realized, watching in a kind of daze as Jungkook spoke with the kind of confidence and ease that came from years of experience. He had the class hanging on his every word, even though he hadn’t done anything particularly flashy. It was just… him. His presence, his passion for what he was talking about, his way of making even the most complex topics seem interesting and accessible.

“He called Park Jimin Jeon Jimin… they must really be married”

 “Oh my god so cute”

“No way! This alpha looks too good to be true”

Jimin’s heart swelled with pride, despite the whirlwind of emotions tearing through him and the hushed whispers about him. This was the man he loved. The man who could effortlessly command a room full of people, who could make the driest material feel alive and engaging. The man who had held him through his darkest moments and made him feel like he wasn’t alone.

Jungkook glanced his way again, just for a second, and Jimin felt his pulse quicken. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, a subtle curve that seemed to say, Surprise.

FLASHBACK:

Jungkook leaned back, rubbing his tired eyes. The thought of stepping away from the operating room was such a relief. Jin and Namjoon had taken similar breaks a few years back when their child was born, and they had thrived in their roles as guest lecturers. They had always encouraged him to consider teaching, noting his incomparable skills and calm demeanour. Jin, in particular, had advised that Jungkook should talk to Jimin about it to ensure he wouldn't be uncomfortable. But, how would he ask him? If he doesn’t like it, Jungkook didn’t want them to be awkward because of this. Their relationship has slowly reached a point of being okay with scenting, hugging and sleeping in the same bed… last one not always because Jimin likes a bit too much to fuck up with his sleep schedule and binge watch his favourite kdramas he couldn’t watch because of damn exams.

As Jungkook deliberated over the decision, he heard the front door open. Jimin walked in, looking cheerful after spending the day with his mom.

"Hey, how was your visit with your mom?" Jungkook asked, trying to sound casual as he quickly folded the offer letter and slipped it into a drawer.

"It was nice. We had a good time. A lot of misunderstandings cleared," Jimin replied, dropping his bag by the door. He walked over to the kitchen, eyeing Jungkook curiously.

“Why do you look so tense?” Jimin questioned him.

“Me? You mean me? No? Umm…why would I be tensed about anything?” Jungkook sounded a bit too nervous.

Jimin suggested to watch some movie and they both settled on the couch, and Jungkook decided to test the waters. "So, I was thinking... hypothetically, how would you feel if someone you knew became a guest lecturer at your med school?"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Hypothetically, huh? Well, I think it would depend on the person. Why do you ask?"

Jungkook shrugged, trying to hide his nerves. "Just wondering. Do you think it would be weird if, say, I took on a role like that?"

Jimin smirked, enjoying Jungkook's discomfort. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe it would be weird if they weren't any good at it. But if they were awesome, it could be pretty cool."

“Oh my god. Anxiety is ruining everything. Oh snap! Inside out 2 is better than the first one. Isn’t it?” Jimin muttered, munching on popcorns.

“Well, you are the reason for my anxiety Jimin-ah.” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

Jungkook groaned, reaching out to gently poke Jimin's side. "Come on, Jimin. Be serious for a second. What do you really think?"

Jimin laughed, batting Jungkook's hand away. "Alright, alright. If you really want my opinion, I think you'd be amazing. You explain things so well, and you're very very patient. I can't imagine anyone better for the job."

“Like I bet even Taehyung would study if you are teaching. Lol” Jimin just casually said munching more popcorns.

“I can assure you that he won’t,” Jungkook muttered again. Jimin was too engrossed in the movie that he failed to hear that. Jungkook felt a rush of warmth at Jimin's words. Seems like they are going to find how this actually goes together.

*FLASHBACK ENDS*

Jimin bit his lip, fighting the urge to either laugh or cry, or maybe both. This was going to be an interesting semester, to say the least. And as he looked at Jungkook, standing there with that calm, collected expression, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth. No matter how complicated things might get, no matter how awkward or challenging, he knew one thing for sure: Just like how Bella Swan said about Edward Cullen…he was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Jungkook.

FUCK!

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Jimin stood by the car, fidgeting with his phone as he waited for Jungkook. His heart was still racing from the day—seeing Jungkook in class, the lingering awkwardness of the kiss last night, and now, the slight unease as he waited for him. Jimin realised he was in love with Jungkook. Every little thing related to Jungkook made him excited. Is it too soon for him to feel this way? No… It honestly was a long way.

He checked his phone for what seemed like the hundredth time.

Jungkook : Wait for me by the car. We’ll head home together.

A small smile tugged at his lips as he read the message again, and he leaned against the hood, trying to calm the anxious energy coursing through him. Jimin didn’t know what happened really. Like his mood flipped suddenly. It’s as if he could feel this weird intuition in him that something bad was going to happen.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Jimin looked up, only to be met with Taehyung's figure looming closer. There was something about the way he walked—deliberate, tense—that made Jimin’s stomach twist. He hadn’t spoken much to Taehyung lately, and if he was being honest, he had been avoiding him. Their last encounter hadn’t gone well, and Jimin was still grappling with the strange shifts in their once-easy friendship. It’s like that, right? Once something big happen between true friends, somethings are never going to go back to the way it was. They are two separate individuals after all.

“Jimin.” Taehyung’s voice was low, but there was an edge to it, sharp enough to cut through the warm evening air. Jimin sighed softly. This wasn’t how he wanted his day to end. Please don’t come closer, Tae.

“Tae... not now,” Jimin mumbled, not quite meeting his friend’s eyes. He could already feel the tension rising, and his pulse quickened in response.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Taehyung’s words weren’t a question—they were an accusation. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he waited for an answer.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip. “I’m not… avoiding you, Tae. Things have just been—”

“Bullshit!” Taehyung snapped, cutting him off. His voice was louder now, attracting a few curious glances from people passing by. Jimin winced as the stares began to grow more frequent. “You’ve changed, Jimin. You’re not the same. You keep pushing me away, and I don’t understand why.”

Jimin took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. His hands were shaking slightly, but he didn’t want to make a scene. “Tae, this isn’t the place. Please—”

“No, you need to listen!” Taehyung’s voice had turned into a low growl now, and he took another step forward, his face inches from Jimin’s. “You don’t get to just walk away from everything. You don’t get to leave me behind like this.”

Jimin’s chest tightened painfully. Each word was a hammer blow, and he could feel the panic bubbling up, threatening to spill over. He took a step back, needing space, needing air, but Taehyung followed, closing the distance. His friend could sense him feeling threatened. Where is that Taehyung he knew?

Taehyung lost himself to his anger.

“You don’t even care, do you?” Taehyung hissed, his voice shaking with anger. “You used to care about me, Jimin. You used to be there for me. Now you’re just… distant. And for what? For him? That egoistic alpha surgeon who treated you like shit?” He spat the last word with such venom that Jimin recoiled.

People were watching now, murmuring to each other, casting confused and concerned looks their way. Jimin’s heart pounded in his ears, and the edges of his vision blurred. He could feel the panic creeping in, the weight of the situation pressing down on him, suffocating him. He tried to speak, to get a word in, but his throat tightened, and his breaths came in shallow gasps.

“Tae, please… stop,” Jimin whispered, but his voice was barely audible over the sound of his heartbeat and the growing crowd around them. His body trembled, and he could feel the familiar signs of a panic attack threatening to overwhelm him.

Taehyung, still consumed by his own anger, didn’t notice. “What happened to you, Jimin? What happened to us? You’ve been hurting me, and you don’t even care!”

You’re hurting me too, Tae.

Jimin’s knees felt weak. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and the world was spinning too fast. His hands clutched at the car door behind him, trying to ground himself, but nothing was working. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes, but he didn’t want to cry. Not here. Not now.

But then, like a lifeline, a shadow fell over them, and Jimin looked up to see Jungkook standing between him and Taehyung. His back was to Jimin, but even from behind, he could sense the tension in Jungkook’s posture, the barely contained fury in the way his fists clenched at his sides.

“Back off, Taehyung,” Jungkook’s voice was low, but it carried an undeniable authority that made everyone within earshot fall silent.

Taehyung’s eyes flickered with rage as he glared at Jungkook. For a moment, it looked like he was going to push back, but then his gaze shifted to Jimin, who was still shaking behind Jungkook. Something changed in Taehyung’s expression—his anger morphed into something darker, something pained.

Jimin, now shielded by Jungkook, felt his breathing begin to steady, though his heart was still racing. His vision cleared just enough to see the way Taehyung’s eyes filled with angry tears.

“You’re really gonna hide behind him?” Taehyung’s voice cracked as he spoke, his shoulders heaving with barely suppressed emotion. “I thought… I thought we were closer than this, Jimin. I thought I was your...fuck! Oh hell! Never mind.”

Jimin couldn’t respond. He couldn’t find the words, couldn’t process what was happening. All he could do was watch as Taehyung, with one last look of disgust aimed at Jungkook, turned on his heel and stormed off toward his bike. The roar of the engine shattered the tense silence, and with a sharp rev, Taehyung sped off, leaving behind a trail of rubber and exhaust as students muttered to themselves in confusion.

Jungkook let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing as the crowd began to disperse. He turned around, his eyes immediately softening when he saw Jimin’s tear-streaked face.

“Hey,” Jungkook said gently, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to touch Jimin’s arm. “Jimin-ah, you okay?”

Jimin nodded shakily, though his eyes were still watery. “I… I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook pulled him into a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around him protectively. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Jimin’s head. “Let’s get you home, okay?”

Jimin buried his face into Jungkook’s chest, letting the warmth of his presence calm his racing heart. As they stood there, wrapped up in each other, the world around them faded into the background. All that mattered was that they were together.

*****

Jimin felt fragile as they stepped through the front door, his body tense despite Jungkook’s soothing presence beside him. The remnants of his earlier panic clung to him like a second skin, and although the confrontation with Taehyung had passed, the terror—the twisting feeling—hadn't.

They moved silently through the house, Jungkook guiding him with a gentle hand on the small of his back. Jimin’s heart was still racing, his mind clouded with irrational thoughts, a voice in his head whispering warnings he couldn’t shake. His breaths were shaky, uneven, and Jungkook noticed every single one.

Once they were in the safety of their shared space, Jungkook turned to him, brows furrowed with worry. “You okay, little omega?” His voice was soft, and his eyes searched Jimin’s face, trying to gauge how he was holding up.

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, his shoulders slumping as the weight of the day pressed down on him. “I... I don’t know, Hyung,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly. He rubbed his palms against his face, trying to ground himself, but the unease lingered, heavy and suffocating. “Something inside me is just... telling me that something bad is going to happen. I don’t know why, but I can’t shake it.”

Jungkook’s chest tightened at the sight of his mate so distressed. He hated seeing Jimin like this—so fragile, so vulnerable. It tore at him in ways he couldn’t explain, like an ache deep inside that wouldn’t go away. He quickly stepped forward, pulling Jimin into his arms, wrapping him up in the warmth of his embrace. “Nothing bad is going to happen,” Jungkook whispered against his ear, his voice steady even though his own heart was hammering in his chest. “I swear to you, baby. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll protect you.”

Jimin let out a soft, broken sound, his body sinking into Jungkook’s embrace, clinging to the solidity of him, the safety he felt when Jungkook held him. “I don’t know why I’m feeling like this,” he muttered, his voice barely audible as he buried his face into Jungkook’s neck, inhaling his scent, trying to calm the turmoil inside him. “Why is he like this? Why did he talk like that to me, Hyung?”

Jungkook’s hand stroked gently through Jimin’s hair, his lips brushing the top of his head. “Shh, love,” he whispered, over and over again, muttering soft reassurances as he held him close. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. You’re safe here. You’re with me, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He guided Jimin to the nest—the soft, warm space they’d built together, where Jimin always found comfort. Jungkook pulled him down onto the plush blankets, enveloping him in the familiar scents of home, of love. Jimin lay there, curled into a tight ball, trembling slightly as he fought to calm himself.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He slid in beside Jimin, wrapping his strong arms around his trembling form, pressing his chest against Jimin’s back. He began to scent him—soft and slow, his alpha pheromones wrapping around Jimin like a protective shield, calming the frantic energy that had been swirling inside him since they’d left the parking lot. His hand moved to stroke Jimin’s hair, gentle and rhythmic, lulling him into a sense of peace he hadn’t felt all day.

“I’m here,” Jungkook whispered again, his lips brushing against Jimin’s ear as he continued to stroke his hair, his fingers carding through the soft strands with soothing precision. “You’re safe, baby. Nothing’s going to happen. Not as long as I’m with you.”

Jimin felt the tension in his body slowly begin to unravel, the warmth of Jungkook’s scent working its way through the panic, calming the fear that had lodged itself so deeply inside him. The steady beat of Jungkook’s heart, the softness of his voice, the tenderness in his touch—it all worked together to pull Jimin back from the edge.

“Just breathe with me,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and steady as his hand continued to stroke Jimin’s hair, his thumb brushing softly over the nape of his neck. “In and out, baby. I’m right here.”

Jimin let out a shaky breath, feeling the pull of sleep tugging at him as the panic slowly ebbed away. He felt safe in Jungkook’s arms—protected, loved. His eyelids grew heavy, his breathing evening out as the exhaustion from the day finally caught up with him. He curled closer to Jungkook, nuzzling into his chest, and for the first time in hours, he felt at peace.

Jungkook stayed with him, even as Jimin’s breathing deepened, signaling that he had finally drifted off to sleep. He held him tightly, not daring to move, not daring to leave his side. The thought of Jimin being scared, hurting, was too much for him to bear. He wanted to protect this little bubble they had built together, this safe haven, and he would do anything to make sure Jimin never felt unsafe again.

“Sleep, my love,” Jungkook whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin’s temple. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”

______

Jimin sat at his desk, mindlessly flipping through the pages of his textbook, though none of the words seemed to stick. His thoughts were miles away, centered around a single person—Kim Taehyung.

It had been days since Taehyung took leave, days since their heated argument, and though Jimin told himself over and over that he needed the space, that he couldn’t afford more emotional turmoil in his life, he couldn’t deny how much he missed his best friend.

There was a gaping hole where Taehyung’s presence used to be—his loud, teasing jokes, the warmth of his friendship, the easy comfort of his company. But at the same time, Jimin knew he wasn’t ready for more stress. His own life was full of drama already—therapy sessions, nightmares that haunted him, and trying to navigate the complex emotions he felt for Jungkook. Adding Taehyung’s unpredictable behavior to the mix felt like too much to handle.

When Taehyung finally returned to class, Jimin’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t realized just how much he was anticipating seeing him again, despite everything. But the Taehyung who walked through the door wasn’t the same person Jimin had been waiting for.

Taehyung looked... different. He had changed.

His once dark hair was now a striking blonde, styled differently than before. It was sharper, cleaner—almost like he had erased his old self completely. And there was something about the way he held himself, too. The carefree, slightly awkward Taehyung was gone. In his place was someone more guarded, more distant.

Jimin’s chest tightened at the sight.

He watched as Taehyung walked past him without even a glance. Not even a nod, or the faintest acknowledgment of Jimin’s existence. The alpha headed straight for a group of other alphas—guys Jimin vaguely recognized from around the school, but people Taehyung never used to hang out with.

And just like that, he was gone.

Jimin swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in his throat as he turned his gaze back to the textbook, his eyes stinging with the familiar burn of unshed tears. It shouldn’t have hurt this much, but it did. The worst part was, he couldn’t even bring himself to blame Taehyung. He knew he had been avoiding him first, pulling away when things became too intense between them. But now... it was different. Now it was Taehyung who was avoiding him, and this time it felt like a deliberate cut.

When they were assigned lab partners later that week, Jimin was stunned to find out Taehyung had requested to change partners. The news hit him like a punch to the gut. All this time, he had been hoping that maybe they could talk, patch things up, go back to the way they used to be. But it was clear that Taehyung had no intention of letting that happen.

It was like watching the slow collapse of a friendship, brick by brick.

Jimin sat at his usual spot in the lab, the seat next to him empty for the first time in what felt like forever. He glanced over at Taehyung, who was now sitting across the room with one of his new alpha friends. They were laughing, joking around like everything was perfectly fine, while Jimin felt like the ground was slipping out from under him.

Why did it feel like Taehyung was cutting him out of his life? Can he even complain?

Had their fight been that bad? Or was there something deeper going on that Jimin didn’t understand?

The silence between them stretched on, day after day, and Jimin found himself missing Taehyung more and more. But at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to reach out, to fix things. It felt like he was carrying the weight of his own personal drama, and he couldn’t bear to add Taehyung’s emotional rollercoaster into the mix.

Not now. Not when everything else felt so precarious.

Jimin sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he glanced out the window, the sunlight spilling into the classroom. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but the warm friendship that had once been the highlight of his school life was now fading into something cold and distant.

And as much as it hurt, he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to stop it.

The following week, Jimin sat in the cafeteria, poking at his food with a fork, the familiar loneliness creeping in as he watched Taehyung from across the room. There he was again—surrounded by alphas, laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world. Jimin tried to focus on his food, tried to ignore the ache in his chest, but it was impossible. The sting of being replaced, of being pushed aside, was all too real.

What had happened to his best friend? To the person who used to sit by his side, who used to know him better than anyone? It was as if Taehyung had built a wall between them, one that Jimin couldn’t break through no matter how hard he tried.

He missed him. But at the same time, he wasn’t ready to deal with everything Taehyung had become. Not now. Not when he was still trying to put his own life back together.

Jimin sighed, resting his head on his hand as the cafeteria buzzed with chatter around him. The world kept moving, even if it felt like his own had come to a standstill.

_____

College life was, surprisingly, going better than Jimin had anticipated except the issues with Taehyung. With the semester back in full swing and Jungkook taking up the role of a guest lecturer for one of their core subjects, the energy on campus had shifted. Jungkook’s teaching style was unlike anything Jimin—or anyone else, for that matter—had ever experienced. His lectures were thorough but engaging, and he had this way of breaking down even the most complex topics into easily digestible pieces. It wasn’t long before the entire class became Jungkook’s biggest fans, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel proud of his alpha, though he kept it to himself.

He even got playful comments from his classmates now and then. Some students came up to him, laughing and teasing, saying how lucky he was to have Jeon Jungkook as not only his teacher but also in his personal life. They didn’t know the full extent of their relationship, but the closeness was obvious. Jimin, though a little flustered at first, began to enjoy the attention. It was nice hearing his classmates talk about Jungkook in that way, seeing how much everyone respected him. It only added to the growing feelings stirring within him.

Rose had become his closest companion in Taehyung’s absence. She was bubbly, warm, and always there with a smile or a joke to lift his spirits. She, along with her group of friends, had quickly brought Jimin into their fold, including him in group projects, study sessions, and even casual coffee hangouts between lectures. It wasn’t the same as the bond he had with Taehyung, but it was enough to help Jimin adjust to the sudden shift in his social life.

Still, no matter how many friends he made or how much he enjoyed Jungkook’s lectures, the absence of Taehyung gnawed at him. It was like there was a constant shadow hanging over him. But with Jungkook around, things felt manageable. More than that, they felt good. Jungkook being in his life, not just as his alpha but also as his teacher, brought a sense of stability Jimin didn’t realize he needed.

Jimin and Jungkook had already discussed the university’s policy about conflict of interest—how Jungkook wouldn’t be allowed to set the exam questions or grade Jimin’s papers. It was a relief to know that the school was strict about keeping things professional. Even so, back home, things were a little different.

Jimin started referring to their one-on-one sessions as extra classes. Whenever he needed help with assignments or wanted to revise a tricky concept, Jungkook would sit with him at the dining table or in Jimin’s little home theatre room, explaining things in the way only he could. And no matter how tired Jimin felt, Jungkook’s method of teaching always made him want to study more. It was a rhythm they had fallen into, one that made the stress of school life easier to handle.

But lately, things had started to change.

The tension Jimin felt around Jungkook was growing, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. At first, it was just a flutter in his chest when Jungkook smiled at him during their sessions. Then it became the way his heart raced when Jungkook’s hand brushed against his arm or when their knees accidentally bumped under the table. And now... now it was all Jimin could think about. He wanted to kiss Jungkook. He wanted to cuddle with him, feel the warmth of his alpha’s body pressed against his. He wanted to hug him, nuzzle into his scent, feel protected and safe in a way only Jungkook could make him feel.

The feelings were getting stronger, and no matter how much Jimin tried to focus on his studies, his mind always drifted back to Jungkook. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, he realized he was ready for more. Ready to be with Jungkook in every sense. His omega instincts were screaming at him, telling him that it was time, that Jungkook was his, that this was what they were meant for.

And the more he tried to push those feelings aside, the more they consumed him.

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Jimin had been avoiding Taehyung for days and Taehyung was avoiding him too.  For Jimin-it wasn’t out of fear—he wasn’t scared of Taehyung. No, this was different. He was avoiding him because every time they tried to talk, the problem only seemed to grow bigger, twisting itself into something Jimin couldn’t untangle. Taehyung was his best friend, the one person who had stood by him through so much, and the thought of losing that scared him more than anything.

But there was no escaping Taehyung today.

As Jimin packed his bag after class, Taehyung called his name, his voice soft but urgent. Jimin froze for a moment, gripping the strap of his bag tighter.

This conversation wasn’t going to be easy.

With a deep breath, Jimin turned around and walked toward the nearby staircase, where they could have some privacy. The quiet echo of their footsteps seemed deafening in the empty corridor.

When they reached the staircase, Taehyung stood in front of Jimin, his eyes red, his breathing uneven. Jimin immediately recognized the look on his friend’s face—the look of someone trying to hold it all together but failing miserably.

“Tae…” Jimin began softly, but Taehyung cut him off.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Taehyung whispered, his voice shaky, as if he was holding back tears. “I’ve tried, Jimin. I’ve really tried to be the good friend, to be the person you need. But I… I can’t. I tried yelling at you, avoiding you… but I can’t.”

Jimin frowned, his heart twisting painfully in his chest. “Tae, what are you talking about?”

Taehyung’s gaze dropped to the floor, his hands trembling slightly as he balled them into fists. “You have no idea how long I’ve been in love with you, Jimin. How long I’ve watched you, wishing I could be something more than just… being your friend.” He gestured between them, as if the friendship they shared was no longer enough.

Jimin felt the world tilt beneath him, his breath catching in his throat. Taehyung… in love with him?

“Tae… I…”

But Taehyung wasn’t finished. Tears began to fall freely from his eyes, and his voice broke as he continued, “Do you remember all the memories we made? All the times we laughed, cried, shared everything? My heart… it’s so stupid, Jimin. It’s so damn stupid, because I thought that maybe… maybe one day you’d look at me the way I look at you.”

Jimin’s heart clenched painfully, his own eyes welling up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was his best friend—his partner in crime—and now… everything was being laid bare.

“You didn’t even tell me about the wedding,” Taehyung continued, his voice cracking. “You went and married into the Jeons without even bothering to tell me, like I was nothing. I could’ve saved you, Jimin. I could’ve stopped it. I would’ve done anything—anything—for you.”

“Tae, no… You don’t understand,” Jimin choked out, tears now streaming down his own cheeks. His heart was breaking, not just for himself, but for Taehyung too. The pain in his Tae’s voice was unbearable.

“I could kill myself if it meant saving you,” Taehyung whispered, his words raw and jagged. He looked up at Jimin, his eyes filled with desperation. “Do you know that? I’d do it. I’d do anything to take away your pain. I’ve seen you, Jimin. I’ve seen the hurt in your eyes, the way you look so lost. And every time I wanted to reach out, every time I wanted to help, I couldn’t… because I was too scared. Too scared that you wouldn’t feel the same.”

Jimin’s chest tightened, his breath coming out in short, painful gasps. He couldn’t take it anymore—the emotions were too overwhelming. He began crying harder, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed.

“Tae, please…” Jimin whispered. He didn’t know what to say. How could he possibly make this right? How could he fix the cracks in Taehyung’s heart when his own heart was torn between guilt and love?

“I don’t care that you’re married,” Taehyung said, his voice thick with tears. “I don’t care about any of that. I just… I love you. I love you so much that it’s killing me. And every time I see you with Jungkook, it feels like my heart is being ripped apart. I was ready to let go of these feelings, Jimin. I was ready. But then I saw how much pain you were in—how your eyes pleaded for help, for someone to save you—and I couldn’t stand by anymore. I couldn’t let him be the one to save you.”

Jimin’s sobs became louder, and he covered his mouth with his hand, trying to suppress the overwhelming grief that was threatening to consume him. His heart ached for Taehyung, for the love that had gone unspoken for so long. But…

“I’m in love with Jungkook, Tae,” Jimin whispered, his voice broken. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I care about you, I really do… but I can’t love you the way you love me. You’re my best friend. You’re like a brother to me. Like… like how I always wanted Suga-hyung to be.”

Taehyung visibly flinched at the word brother, and more tears spilled from his eyes.

“I wish I could …. Tae… I wish I could make it better. But… I’m in love with Jungkook. He… he proved himself to me. So many things happened between us, but he showed me, over and over again, that he’s worthy of my love. We worked through it all together.”

Taehyung stood there, trembling, his breath coming out in harsh gasps as he listened to Jimin’s words. He looked like he was breaking, crumbling under the weight of unrequited love.

“You made me into someone I don’t even know. You did this to me”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin repeated, his voice barely a whisper. “I’m so, so sorry.”

For a long, agonizing moment, there was nothing but the sound of their tears, the silence between them heavier than it had ever been.

Then Taehyung took a shaky step back, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. His face was pale, his lips trembling as he struggled to compose himself.

“Shut up,” Taehyung murmured, his voice barely audible. “Please go. I know what to do. Go. Or best… you stay here. I’ll fucking leave.”

Jimin wiped at his own tear-streaked face, his heart aching with regret and sorrow. He had never wanted to hurt Taehyung. But now, there was no going back. Their friendship had changed, shifted into something fragile, and Jimin didn’t know if it could ever be repaired.

With a final look of heartbreak, Taehyung turned and walked away, leaving Jimin standing there, alone with his tears.

And in that moment, Jimin’s world felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. He had lost something irreplaceable—a part of his heart that had always belonged to Taehyung. But he also knew, deep down, that his heart now belonged to someone else.

To Jungkook.

___________

The sky outside the car window was a deep, angry gray, clouds heavy with the promise of rain. Jimin sat in the passenger seat, his hands clenched tightly in his lap, feeling every turn of the car as Jungkook sped toward the hospital. His heart pounded, echoing in his ears louder than the sound of the engine. The news of Taehyung’s accident had shaken him to his core.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Jimin. You don’t even know.”

“I’d kill myself if it meant saving you.”

Jimin’s chest tightened painfully, his stomach twisting with guilt and fear. He couldn’t help but wonder… was this all his fault?

The words replayed in his mind, over and over again, making his stomach twist painfully. Taehyung had been crying, pouring out his heart. He had confessed that he didn’t care Jimin was married to Jungkook now. He didn’t care about anything. He just wanted Jimin, needed him in a way that made Jimin’s skin crawl with the weight of guilt. It’s been a week since all of that but still Jimin can’t believe any of the things that was happening.

How had they gone from being inseparable to… this?

The sound of thunder in the distance snapped Jimin out of his thoughts. He turned his head to look at Jungkook, his alpha’s jaw set in a hard line, eyes fixed on the road ahead. Jungkook hadn’t said much since the call came in about Taehyung. He didn’t need to. Jimin knew how Jungkook felt about Taehyung. It was no secret that Jungkook hated the idea of Taehyung being close to him, especially after everything. And now… after Taehyung yelling at him, the tension was at its breaking point.

It didn’t make sense.

Why would Taehyung go to such lengths?

Was he really capable of that kind of malice?

Taehyung had an accident, and Jimin didn’t know if he would ever get the chance to fix things between them.

But that wasn’t the only thing that haunted him.

A week after Taehyung’s confession, the first letter had arrived.

It had been late one night when Jimin had checked his phone and seen a text from an unknown number.

"Stay away from Jungkook."

At first, he’d thought it was a mistake. Some prank. But then the messages kept coming, day after day, each one more threatening than the last.

"He doesn’t love you the way I do."

"I’m the only one who can protect you."

"If you don’t leave him, something bad will happen."

Then came the printed notes slipped into his lab coat, tucked into his locker, messages that whispered of a twisted obsession. Messages that made his skin crawl and his heart race with fear. They were words of longing, desperation… and something darker.

Jimin had tried to ignore them at first. But then one of the texts had mentioned Jungkook, had said that if Jimin didn’t leave him, there would be consequences.

And the worst part was… Jimin knew Taehyung had a habit of using fake numbers. His family kept strict control over his original number, so he had always found ways around it. Jimin had almost convinced himself that Taehyung would never go this far. But the messages, the threats, the letters… it all pointed to him.

No matter what had happened, no matter the confession, Jimin wanted to believe that Taehyung wasn’t a villain in this story.

Jimin didn’t want to believe it. He couldn’t.

But he had no choice. Every piece of evidence pointed to Taehyung.

As they neared the hospital, Jimin’s phone buzzed in his lap. He picked it up, his fingers trembling as he opened the message.

Blocked Number: Stay away from Jungkook. You want to know what will happen if you don’t? Try me.

But the constant barrage of messages, the threats, the fact that they had started just after Taehyung’s confession… it all felt like pieces of a puzzle clicking into place, forming an image Jimin didn’t want to see.

Jimin’s heart stopped for a moment, his blood running cold. It was the same message, again.

The confession, the obsession, the desperate words - “I’d do anything for you”, they all painted a picture that was becoming harder to deny. And now, with these threatening messages escalating, Jimin felt his heart breaking all over again. Had he really lost Taehyung, not just as a friend but as something far worse?

Jimin’s grip tightened on the phone as another text came through.

Blocked Number: Don’t think I won’t hurt him too if you stay with him. He doesn’t deserve you, Jimin. I’ll make sure you’re safe… even if it means getting rid of him. For us…

A chill ran down Jimin’s spine, his hands shaking as he read the words. His breath came in shallow gasps, and he felt as though the walls were closing in on him. The realization that someone—maybe Taehyung—was threatening not just him, but maybe to Jungkook, made his blood run cold. The idea that his best friend, someone he had trusted with his life, could be sending these messages... it made Jimin’s chest tighten with betrayal and fear.

He turned to look at Jungkook, who was focused on the road, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Jimin’s head. His strong jaw was clenched in concentration, his sharp eyes scanning the traffic ahead. There was a protective aura about him, something solid that Jimin had come to depend on. But how could he tell Jungkook about the messages? How could he reveal the possibility that Taehyung, his best friend, might be responsible for the threats?

He swallowed thickly; his throat tight. Jungkook had never liked Taehyung. Their interactions had always been cold, distant, and strained, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel that Jungkook would jump to conclusions if he knew about the texts. That he would go after Taehyung without thinking, without considering the complexity of their friendship.

And yet, the mounting evidence was becoming impossible to ignore.

The threats. The fake numbers. Taehyung’s confession just a day before the accident. Taehyung talked to him in a way he has never talked. He never once thought it would be Taehyung before they talked.

The car pulled up to the hospital, but Jimin barely noticed. His thoughts were a tangled mess of fear, doubt, and guilt. He wanted to believe Taehyung was innocent, that his friend could never hurt him like this. But every time he thought of the messages, of the desperation in Taehyung’s eyes during that confession… he wasn’t so sure anymore.

Jungkook parked the car and turned to Jimin, his expression softening as he reached out to touch his arm. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice gentle but laced with concern.

Jimin blinked, pulling himself out of his thoughts long enough to nod. But in truth, he wasn’t ready. He was scared. But he wanted to find the truth.

As they walked into the hospital, Jimin’s heart raced. The stench of disinfectant hit him first, followed by the muffled sounds of nurses and doctors rushing by. His stomach churned as they approached Taehyung’s room, and he felt a wave of nausea roll over him. Would Taehyung look at him the same way? Would he say something to confirm Jimin’s growing suspicions?

The door to Taehyung’s room was slightly ajar, and Jimin paused, swallowing hard as he prepared himself. Jungkook stepped ahead of him and pushed the door open fully, revealing Taehyung lying in the hospital bed, his face pale, slightly bruised, and bandaged. His injury left with more scratches. The wounds weren’t deep.

“You came, Jimin-ah, I’m alright. Just a few scratches.”

But when Taehyung’s eyes landed on them—on Jungkook, in particular—something dark flickered in his gaze.

“I don’t want to see him,” Taehyung rasped, his voice low and filled with venom as he looked at Jungkook with open hostility.

Jimin froze, his heart sinking. The tension in the room was palpable, and he could feel the weight of Taehyung’s anger pressing down on him like a physical force. The person lying in that hospital bed didn’t look like his best friend. Taehyung’s eyes were clouded with pain, resentment, and something far more dangerous.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer to Jimin, placing a protective hand on the small of his back. “I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, his tone cold. “If you have something to say to him, you say it in front of me.”

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Jimin thought he saw something unhinged flicker across his friend’s face—something that sent a chill down his spine. It was subtle, but it was enough to make Jimin’s heart pound in his chest. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now…

“I said I don’t want him here,” Taehyung repeated, his voice hard, his gaze fixed on Jungkook with burning resentment.

Jimin took a shaky breath, glancing between the two of them, unsure of what to do. His stomach twisted painfully, and he felt like the ground beneath him was crumbling.

Was it true? Was Taehyung really behind the threats?

The tension in the room was unbearable, and Jimin could feel his chest tightening with every passing second. He didn’t want to believe it—he couldn’t believe it. But the look in Taehyung’s eyes… it was like staring into the eyes of someone he didn’t recognize.

And then, his phone buzzed again. Another message.

Blocked Number: If I can’t have you, no one will.

Jimin’s breath hitched, his heart racing as he stared at the screen. The message was chilling, menacing. And this time, as he looked up at Taehyung’s face, he saw something terrifyingly familiar in the coldness of his gaze with his phone in his hands.

For the first time, Jimin truly feared his best friend.

“He is okay Hyung. Let’s go. If he doesn’t want to see you, I don’t want to stay here and make you uncomfortable, Tae. Take care. Bye.”

The rain drummed steadily against the rooftops, a thick curtain of water pouring from the sky and washing the campus in a cold, dreary mist. It was the kind of day that made you feel like time stood still, the kind of day that whispered secrets in the wind and carried a sense of dread on its back. Jimin shivered as he hurried through the near-deserted campus grounds, his thoughts racing with confusion and apprehension.

Tae: Meet me behind the old lecture hall. Now. I need to talk to you. About everything!

Taehyung’s message was still burning a hole in Jimin’s phone, his pulse quickening each time he glanced at it, hoping it might change or disappear altogether. Something didn’t feel right—nothing about Taehyung had felt right in weeks. But he wanted to properly end this mess. Even if Taehyung had been distant, even if their friendship had unraveled, even if he threatened him, there was still a part of Jimin that wanted to believe in him, in the Taehyung he had known.

Jimin’s breath came in shallow gasps as he rounded the corner of the old lecture hall, his shoes sliding slightly in the slick, wet mud. The shadows seemed to curl in on themselves as he stepped into the narrow alley behind the building, a sense of foreboding sinking its claws into his chest.

And then, there he was.

Taehyung stood against the weathered brick wall, drenched from the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead, his dark eyes hidden beneath heavy, stormy brows. For a moment, Jimin hesitated, his breath catching in his throat as he studied the figure of the man who had once been his closest companion.

But there was something different in Taehyung’s stance—something hard, cold, and distant. He seemed more like a stranger now, not the carefree, mischievous Taehyung who had always made Jimin feel at ease.

The tension in the air was suffocating, pressing in from all sides as the rain intensified, falling like shards of glass against the pavement.

"Tae..." Jimin’s voice wavered as he stepped forward, his hands trembling slightly. "What’s going on?"

Taehyung didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked up, locking with Jimin’s for just a moment, and for the briefest second, Jimin thought he saw something flicker there—something deep and raw, something that made his stomach churn. Anger? Hurt? Guilt? He couldn’t tell.

"You’ve changed," Taehyung said finally, his voice low, but laced with an edge that Jimin had never heard before. “You’re not the same person anymore.”

Jimin flinched. The accusation in Taehyung's voice cut deeper than he had expected. He hadn’t come here to be attacked. He had come to figure out what was going on, why everything had spiraled out of control between them. But as Taehyung’s words settled in the air, Jimin realized this wasn’t going to be that kind of conversation.

"I haven’t changed, you did!" Jimin responded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Tae, you’ve been avoiding me too. You’ve been— You’ve sent me those things."

“I had to.” Taehyung interrupted, stepping closer, his eyes flashing with something dark, something that made Jimin’s heart pound. “I had to because you don’t understand what it’s like anymore. You’re with him now. You’ve left me behind.”

A chill crawled up Jimin’s spine as Taehyung’s words hung in the air, ominous and heavy.

“Tae…we talked about this already” Jimin swallowed, his voice shaky. “I haven’t left you behind. I—”

"Don’t lie to me, Jimin." Taehyung’s voice was louder now, harder, the rain seeming to mimic the rising tension. “I see how you are with him. You’ve changed everything for him. You don’t even see it, do you?”

Jimin took a step back, his breath hitching as the intensity of Taehyung’s words started to feel suffocating. His eyes darted around the shadowed alley, a sense of unease twisting in his gut. The rain was coming down harder, soaking through his jacket, but all he could focus on was the storm brewing in Taehyung’s eyes.

“You used to be mine…I’ll never give up on you!” Taehyung’s voice cracked slightly, but before he could continue, there was a flicker of movement from behind Jimin.

In an instant, the world seemed to slow down.