summer

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Jimin sat on his bed in the A/C, falling out of it as his mother busted through. "Okay. Let's go," Mrs. Park said, unplugging Jimin's gaming system. "Oh come on! I was getting ready to kill the dragon again!!" Jimin whined out, Mrs. Park shutting him down. "Nope, you're staying outside today. Jimin, I'm sorry that your mate decided to cut all ties with you-"

"Because we didn't match mom. Our wolves wanted each other." "Like I said," Mrs. Park continued, narrowing her eyes at her son, "We have a few more omegas and betas spending the summer with us and it's crucial that you befriend them. I don't even care if they don't like you." Jimin groaned, "Mom-" "Nope. Not hearing it. Now, go. Shoo. I need to clean this dump."

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Jimin sat on his porch, watching the pups play roughly. Suddenly a car sped into the driveway, narrowly missing one of the pups if Jimin hadn't picked them up. "Dad!" Jimin's eyes widened, a pale, thin omega in pre-heat with the smell of Japanese cherry blossom scent in the air, scurrying out and jerking the pup from his arms.

"Are you okay?! Oh, you poor thing!" The pup only giggled, "I'm okay!! Thank you ma'am!!" The omega only blushed, checking the pup once more, setting them down gently, "Y-You're welcome; please don't play in the driveway!" The pups only giggled, running off. "Excuse m-" "What?" the omega suddenly snapped, turning to face Jimin quickly, "Don't fudging touch me!" "Yoongi! Calm down!"

Jimin's gaze turned to a bored looking man, hair a deep shade of black, wearing a turtleneck (which was weird because it was 90 degree weather and the man wasn't breaking a sweat) with black slacks. "Jin, let the boy breathe. It's his heat." Jimin's gaze then turned to a pregnant male, who softly groaned, his lightweight sundress showing off his round stomach. "Mom, you gotta be careful with Namjoon!!" The small male rushed to his mother, helping him to the porch.

"Hoseok-" "Shut up!!" Both of the males snapped, continuing their way up to Jimin's house. Jin only sighed, rolling his eyes, "I don't get loved enough. Are you just going to stand there looking at my family or help me with our bags?" "KIM SEOKJIN!!" The two males turned to Mr. Park, stomping down the stairs. "Well?" Jin had only asked, Mr. Park punching him straight on his jaw. Jimin shouted from surprise, catching the thin omega from jumping on his father's back. "Daddy!! Are you okay?!" Jimin grunted, the omega's knee making a hard impact on his crotch; effectively making him let go.

"I'm fine Yoongi. Soothe your emotions," Jin said, Mr. Park helping him to his feet, "I see you can still pack a punch old man." Mr. Park merely rolled his eyes, "I'm 42. No where near old. You still going at it with kids." "Only two. Hoseok's request." "Are we ignoring the whole punch thing?!"

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Yoongi grumbled, laying on the bed in guest room pack house, ignoring the commotion outside his room as he read his book. "Yoongi?" Yoongi turned, seeing his mother, a hand on the door knob, the other in his belly, "You coming down to eat?" "Yeah. Can I finish this chapter? I have two more pages," Yoongi asked softly, holding up the book. Hoseok merely bit his lip, "Fine. But straight down after. Reading books won't keep you full."

Yoongi nodded, holding up his pinkie, "I'll be down soon. I promise." Hoseok eyed his son wearily, shuffling in and linking their pinkies together, "I'm serious Yoongi. You need to eat to keep your strength." Yoongi nodded, briefly squeezing his mother's pinkie, "I know momma. I'll be down straight after." Hoseok nodded, kissing Yoongi's temple, "If I have to come back up here with a plate of food, I'll shove it down your throat." With the threat lingering in the air, Hoseok left the room; Yoongi shaking his head as he continued to read.

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The table was slightly tense, the adults calmly talking amongst themselves. Mr. Park cleared his throat, "Yoongi, what do you think?" Yoongi jerked his attention to the conversation (after his mother kicked his shin), "Um, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." Mr. Park clearly hesitated, seemingly trying to think his words carefully. "How would you feel if you and my son..became mates?" Yoongi dropped his fork, his cheeks burning, "W-What-" "Yoongi before you start to panic and releasing your pheromones-"

"N-No! T-That-" Suddenly a calming scent of rain water washed over the group, effectively masking Yoongi's scent. "Yoongi, your heat is coming up and they keep getting worse because you're not mated," Hoseok said softly, grabbing Yoongi's hand. "But-" "Yoongi, we wouldn't have proposed this to you if we thought you weren't comfortable," Jin said, fixing his glasses before glancing at Jimin, "Besides, we asked Jimin and he has agreed to try." Yoongi looked at his plate, squeezing his eyes shut before he opened them back up. "Three months. That's it."