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Untitled Part 133

"I still can't believe Dal is gone," Jimin says, settling onto the couch with a slight groan. Taehyung peeks up from his sketchbook, a small frown curving his pink lips. A hum sounded from his throat at the forlorn tone to his mate's voice. "Everyone has been quiet all week."

"The pack feels her loss, Min," Taehyung agrees gently, pushing away his sketchbook and catching Jimin's saddened gaze. "Babe, she isn't dead. She hasn't left us."

"I know, but... I miss her," Jimin mumbles, cheeks dusting pink and fingers carding through his orange hair that had grown slightly paler over the years from his age.

Sighing to himself, Taehyung tosses his sketchbook aside and tugs Jimin closer, spreading open his legs. Jimin instantly falls between his legs, his back pressed against Taehyung's chest as the Beta wraps his arms around his waist and settles his chin on Jimin's shoulder.

"I miss her too, but she needs to do this," Taehyung murmurs, kissing his collarbone that was now exposed from his over-large sleeping t-shirt. "This is for her. She wants to follow in Namjoon's footsteps."

Jimin sighs. "I know. I get it, actually. If I wasn't so- so wolf-like I would have done the same thing. For dance. With Hobi."

Taehyung chuckles. "You and Hobi already post videos on YouTube. Got quite the following. You don't need college when you have determination. Dal, though, it's not the college she is really going for."

Jimin juts out his lower lip, pouting quietly as he stares in the direction of the kids rooms. They had been withdrawn, sad, since the eldest had left. Jimin felt the ache as deeply as them, but also understood their pain.

"The pups are still so sad."

Taehyung followed his eyes, his own face softening from the sharpened angles, and lips curling downwards in slight distress. "I hate seeing them so sad."

"I don't know how to make it better for them," Jimin whispers, face pained. "In our old pack, wolves left all the time. If they were Alpha's, they would leave the pack in search of their own pack, or be banished by the Head Alpha. We never grieved for them. It just was. But now? Here? We grieve."

"It's so strange, isn't it?" Taehyung agrees wryly, shaking his head so his unruly chocolate hair flies around his tanned face, slightly withered down from age but never losing any of the handsomeness. "Back then, we were so animalistic. Kill or be killed. Pack meant life or death. We have softened so much in this pack, Min."

"Do you care about that?" Jimin wonders absently.

Taehyung's arm tightened around his waist. "No. I would never change the life that has been given to us by the Moon Goddess. I am still trying to figure out how we got so blessed."

Jimin shrugs. "I've stopped asking."

Fighting off a smile, Taehyung kisses Jimin's neck sweetly. Nuzzling the gentle curve of his mate's cheek and sighing in contentment. The Omega sighs happily. The quiet sound of one of the bedroom doors opening followed, then soft patters of bare feet.

"Dad? Mom?"

Jimin opens his eyes, sitting up to stare at his daughter. "Hani-yah? Are you alright?"

Hani was tugging at her orange hair, biting her lower lip and shifting her weight as she stood in her nightgown and her two brothers peeking from behind the doorway to stare towards their sister.

Taehyung frowns, sitting up further and holding onto Jimin's waist to keep him from falling off the couch. "Boys? What are you two doing up, too?"

"We can't sleep," Yoonmin grumbles, pushing away from his brother and sleeping through the archway to linger just behind his sister.