If I could go back... I wouldn't

1: The News and The Ex

He starts getting irregular heats shortly after his 30th birthday. He goes in to the omega health clinic because he might just need to switch up his suppresant dosage, it happens.

Doctor Park tells him otherwise. Yoongi, an omega going through menopause, early in his 30th year. Yoongi, who'd been waiting to meet his soulmate, after years of dating around, cant get pregnant anymore.

He zones out for more than half of the doctor visit, and drives back home with a blank mind. He sits in his car in his parkinglot for god knows how long, crying, long after the engines cooled. He worked hard, he thinks as he sluggishly goes up his house cobbled steps, for this.

This house, this income, the spare bedrooms, empty, save for some rough designs of what he wants to paint them like, how he'd design a baby's nest, a postpregnancy nest. He left it undone so his future partner could add to it. So they could make it together.

Now, he sits on his plush leather couch, shoes half off, staring at a black tv, phone in his hand. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Trying to get ahold of himself as he brings his phone up to his ear. Trying to ignore the way his lip wobbles as he hears namjoon speak through the phone. Trying to get ahold of his breathing as a worried namjoon calls his name over and over, before he hangs up.

Hes laying on his side, curled up, hands between his legs on his couch, when he hears the door open and namjoons heavy, clumsy feet trip over the welcome mat and the door slams closed. Yoongi can smell how worried and frightened hes made the alpha.

Namjoon drops to his knees in front of him, cupping his cheek, then forehead to forehead, feeling for a fever. He gets patted down as namjoon looks for anything wrong, before deciding yoongis okay physically. /i'm not though/, he thinks, breaking into another sobbing fit.

Namjoon curls around him protectively, pulling yoongi half on him, curling his arms around the sobbing omega. Namjoon places a hand on yoongis stomach, rubbing gently, only for yoongi to cry out and curl in on himself.

Panicking, namjoon curls around him, whispering 'im sorrys' in his ear, trying to calm him, sooth him, he starts humming with his deep voice. He manages to lul yoongi into a slumber. Then, he calls his mate to come over.

They have a quiet dinner, dispite yoongis sniffling and going to the bathroom frequently. Namjoon and Namjoon give each other looks, trying to figure out whats wrong. They curl around eachother on yoongis bed after, where seokjin scents him lovingly,before looking into his eyes.

"yoongi...are you...pregnant?"

Yoongis tears well up, spilling over onto his cheeks. He cant speak, he just stares into seokjin's eyes, eyebrows worried. Jin nods, he understands. Its not it. The opposite. "how, sweetheart?"

Yoongi bites his lower lip and shakes his head slowly.

He goes quiet, and later, after namjoons snoring has filled the room as a peaceful lulliby, yoongi scents seokjin back.

"i couldnt listen to my doctor. After he told me...i didnt hear anything else."

Seokjin sighs, "oh, baby."

They cry together.

Its about a week of yoongi, namjoon, and seokjin going to bed together, lots of scenting and reassurances, that yoongi decides, fuck it.

He dons his sluttiest pair of skin tight pants, rips all the way up to his crotch, and a shirt that unbuttons easily to show off his Unmated neck, his pale collarbones, his unmarked chest. The hint of his waist and hips are /just/ visible, teasing enough that will have everyone wanting more, watching to see if they can get more, how much skin they can see.