The Useless Omega: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Epilogue

Y/N POV

It has been about a month since we left and we are doing perfectly fine. We stay at hotels and we are making our way east to see if we can find a safe place to settle. I haven't heard from anyone except Yoongi, whom Namjoon talks to every couple days. He won't tell me what they talk about, and I won't push him but I'm betting it's probably something along the lines of "make sure mom doesn't lose her mind."

Currently, we are on a mid day walk in a forest near the hotel we were staying at. It's a nice day out, the sun high in the sky without a cloud in sight but it's still very cold out. It's the dead of winter and we are walking through a bare leafed but very snow filled forest. I can see small critters scampering by occasionally, and an owl rests on a big pine tree. We walk in silence, taking in the beauty of nature.

Suddenly, I smell something. I stop in my tracks trying to find the scent. I can smell fear, and without even thinking, my feet start moving and I'm sprinting off the path, weaving through trees and brush. Namjoon yells out but starts running after me to. I dodge sticks and ice and come upon a little wicker basket. I stop and breath heavily for a moment, not used to running.

I can tell the scent is coming from the basket. It's not a dominant or submissive smell. That means its a child that hasn't presented yet. I walk up to the basket slowly and peek inside. Theres a child wrapped in a big fluffy blanket. Namjoon finally catches up and comes up behind me, seeing what I'm seeing.

"It's a baby." Namjoon says breathlessly.

I pick up the basket and take a good look at the child inside. It seems unharmed, and is asleep, breathing lightly. My omega instincts take over and I give Namjoon the basket and pull the child out. I still can't tell if it's a girl or a boy, but I cradle it in my hands watching its delicate button nose and small puckering lips stretched over its smooth pale skin. I sniff it again and I can smell the fear on it. I look up at Joon.

"What do we do?" I ask him.

"We'd be monsters if we were to leave it out here." He says and I nod in agreement.

Namjoon notices the little thing shivering and comes up to hug me, enveloping the baby in warmth between us. He kissed the top of my head.

"We should head back. It's probably hungry." I say and Namjoon nods.

We walk back, me cradling the baby in my arms the entire time. We get back to the hotel room and I lay the baby gently on the bed. I unravel the blankets with Namjoon looking over me and see it's a baby boy. He has a small tuft of black fluffy hair on his head, he can't be more than a few months old. His fear has finally melted away and now I can smell hunger on him.

"Should.. should we feed him?" I ask looking at Joon worriedly.

"I- well, I mean he's hungry so I guess." He stutters and I furrow my brows.

We don't exactly carry baby formula with us. Joon realizes and jumps up, heading for the door and putting his shoes on.

"Give me 10 minutes. I'll get some supplies." He says and walks out the door, some cash in hand.

I look at the baby boy, and I feel the urge to pick him up again. So I do. I hold him gently in my arms and he is still asleep, his breathing a little deeper now. I coo at him while kissing his forehead lightly. He is so cute, it's impossible for me not to smile. The baby is quiet, still not stirring in the slightest when I rock him back and forth.

"What happened to you angel?" I murmur to myself, feeling sad this baby was abandoned by his parents.

Just then, Namjoon comes walking through the door with two armfuls of bags. I can only assume it's all baby stuff. He rushes in, checking that both of us are ok. He puts the bags down and I hand him the baby as I search through the bags.

I find he bought a cute light blue onesie for him and I smile holding it up. I put it aside and find the baby formula he bought. I prepare it and test it against my wrist to make sure it's not to hot. I turn back to look at Namjoon and the baby has now woken up.

"Come see him. He's so cute." Namjoon squeals. I walk over and look into the baby's eyes.

They are a wonderful deep brown and I giggle at the sight of his big eyes staring at me. Namjoon hands him to me and I sit down on the bed, starting to feed him. Namjoon sits beside me, refusing to take his eyes of the child. He scotches closer to me on the bed until our hips are touching and he reaches his hand out, and the baby reaches and grasps Namjoons pointer finger in his tiny fists. Joon is mesmerized by the sight and his mouth goes into an o-shape. Looking at Namjoon being so happy like that makes my heart swell. I finish feeding him and Namjoon practically begs me to let him burp him. I giggle and hand him over.

"We should name him." I say out of the blue.

Namjoon pauses and looks at me.

"Does that mean he's ours?" He asks in disbelief. I nod happily.

"I think he is." I say and I have never seen Namjoon smile so wide. He looks like a giddy child on Christmas day when he sees all the presents under the tree. I can't contain my giggle and start laughing. Namjoon furrows his brows in confusion.

"What?" He asks. "Am I burping him wrong?" He asks panicked and I shake my head.

"You just look so happy with him." I remark and Namjoon sheepishly smiles.

Namjoon finishes burping the baby and puts a diaper and the onesie on him. We lay in bed together with the baby between us, just admiring him. He gurgles happily when I play with his hands.

"Soobin." Namjoon says out of the blue. I look at him, then at the baby. I nod in agreement.

"Kim Soobin." I say. "I like it." And I kiss Soobin on the head.

I've found my family and my happily ever after. After so long I finally have the world, and I couldn't be more happy.