In the dead of the night Jimin wakes: his stomach feels like it's filled with boiling acid. He sucks in a shuddering inhale and curls in on himself, his sharp knees bumping into something solid. The solid presence next to him lets out a pained groan, but Jimin is struggling too much with the searing convulsion in his belly to pay any mind.
"Ho-hoseok." he whines.
Someone calls his name - but it's not his Hobi: "Jimin-ah, are you OK?"
The omega shakes his head weakly and gasps when a large palm touches his sweaty, burning forehead - it stings like a branding iron on his over-sensitive skin, making him flinch and whimper. Seeing Jimin recoil from him, Jungkook is hit by a wave of panic, so he calls:
"Hoseok! Hoseok!"
He tries to cup the elder's cheek carefully, but Jimin just whines pitifully and tries to shield his face with both arms.
"Love, it's me." his voice is low and gentle, but streaked with worry.
But Jimin doesn't even bother trying to understand what's going on or who is in the room with him. Every cell in his body screams in agony - that's all he acknowledges. A cooling breeze enters the suffocating room and finally Jimin is able to breathe again: he knows that voice and that scent - he knows they will make it better.
"Shhhh, Jimin-ah, it's OK." Hoseok softly mumbles, gently wiping Jimin's face with a cool, moist towel.
"Hobi... hurts." Jimin whimpers and grips the eunuch's arm forcefully.
"I know, I know." the eunuch soothes, but then addresses Jungkook: "Jungkook, can you open the windows, please?"
The alpha blinks like snapping out of a daze before setting in motion. He hovers around Jimin and Hoseok helplessly with huge, anxious eyes, because it's torture watching his mate suffer. Luckily, the eunuch knows just what to do, as he cradles the pliant omega in his arms to make him drink a bitter herbal medicine before tenderly wiping his body down with cool towels soaked in water infused with camphor and white sandalwood against the pain and fever.
Gradually, Jimin relaxes in Hoseok's familiar, skinny arms. It's a relief that his skin feels clean and cool, even though the boiling acid still eats away at his core. Slowly, the medicine trickles into his bloodstream, dulling the pain and making him feel tired and heavy - but also a little more lucid.
Over the camphor, sandalwood and Hoseok's reassuring scent, he starts to notice another presence: it's homey and familiar. Even though the scent of pine and honey is tinged with sour worry, Jimin suddenly craves it. Then he remembers: it's his mate.
"J-Jungkook." he croaks, cracking open an eye.
The alpha is by his side within half a heartbeat, but seems wary about touching him. Jimin pouts and throws himself into his alpha's lap with a huge effort. It's bliss to feel Jungkook wrap him carefully in his embrace, allowing him to inhale the soothing scent deeply.
"Darling, I'm so sorry." the alpha mutters into his hair, placing a kiss to the crown of his head: "If there is anything to make you feel better let me know, love."
Jimin hums weakly, showing he understood. It's the last thing he manages to do before the medicine knocks him out and he surrenders to a fretful slumber. He misses how Jungkook sighs in relief, because Jimin not recognizing him scared the shit out of him.
Hoseok explains: "Don't take it personal, OK? He's not himself when his heat hits."
The alpha nods tight-lipped as he cards his fingers through Jimin's hair soothingly. Hoseok hands him a damp towel to wipe the sweat off Jimin's temples and neck as he continues:
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Fanfiction"I'll drench you in my love until it will be enough for the both of us. Until you learn to love me on your own." The desperate hopefulness in Jungkook's eyes makes Jimin want to believe it could be that easy. Being born a rare male omega, Jimin ne...
