Park Jimin is the most desired omega on the planet, hot, famous, it boy, single. Or not so single at all? What if behind closed doors there's a secret, a traumatized, broken omega struggling with mental health issues. What if there is an alpha holdi...
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"Doctor Namjoon," Jimin stuck his head into the man's room.
"You woke up early, please sit down," the gynecologist rubbed his face then fixed the glasses in edgy black frames.
"Can you organize an 48 hours after pill for me maybe?" Asked Jimin slipping on the seat across the man's desk.
Doctor Namjoon's eyes widened in shock.
"Jimin do you even hear yourself?"
"I need to be sure I'm safe," Jimin shivered squeezing his belly in his palms a bit painfully.
"There is no way, I'm repeating no option you're pregnant now."
"But Jungkook... last night... he came into..."
"You're on birth control pills for four years now, there is no option for you to get pregnant at that point," the doctor was watching him seriously so Jimin took a long breath in.
"I don't feel safe."
"I understand, but as a doctor I'm telling you you're safe. Are you able to trust me?" Jimin squeezed his palms, the sane part of him would trust doctor Namjoon, the insane one...
"I will do my best to take your words as guarantee, but I guess for the next few months until I won't be completely sure, I won't feel safe," he decided to be honest.
"I know how your issue works and I understand it, from my side I can assure you with my years long work experience."
Jimin nodded taking a deep breath in.
"Can I go? But please schedule an appointment for me as soon as the equipment can give me sureness I'm not in danger of it to happen again," Jimin's jaw trembled.
"Good, I will schedule an appointment for you, but please wait here for your mother in law or husband to pick you up."
"I'm ok, I will take the subway."
"Jimin! Listen to me, here is the prescription for psychotropic pills and a number to a known therapist."
"I don't need those or therapy, I'm better now."
"Is this better? You could have damaged your internal organs last night."
"I'm already damaged," whispered Jimin lowering his head.
"Start from the pills," doctor Namjoon moved the prescription his way.
"I don't need those. Hailo Entertainment can not find out," he muttered. "I'm really thankful for your help last night," Jimin got up leaving the room quickly, pulling the jacket tighter over himself.
Maybe it was a good idea to walk a bit and clear his head. Could he trust doctor Namjoon? Was he safe?
The morning air chilly so he pulled the hood over his head to avoid being recognized. Today he was supposed to discuss the LA performance with Seokjin, but was he really ok enough for it?
