RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 51: HEAT

He was crouched on the floor,
groaning in pain in an instant...
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...I've got you...

Mejin sensed it too. She had gone to the omega's room that morning, few minutes after Hoseok had left to the gym to give him his daily nutritious food.

She had smelt it in the air the moment she entered his room. A strong smell of vanilla with a faint mix of strawberry lingering in it.

And that explains why she was presently in her son's study even before Jungkook's alarm call came in, practically pulling him out of his seat to go check on Hoseok.

"Where's Hoseok??" Mejin had asked the moment she'd rushed into Yoongi's office to see him flicking through some documents.

"At the gym." Yoongi answered, taking a quick glance at the cctv monitor, at the far end of his table, before going back to whatever he was doing.

"You need to go check on him. Now!" Mejin almost yelled hurrying towards the alpha.

"Why? What's wrong?" Yoongi enquired, his brow raised at the woman.

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Hoseok was nothing close to comfortable. He was now sat on the floor, doubled over, his hands pressed into his stomach in an attempt to subdue the pain... nothing seemed to be working.

Jimin on the other hand was almost panicking, guarding the entrance to ward off any of the alphas that tried getting in.

They'd sensed it too. The sweet vanilla scent was everywhere around the gym floor. Those that were sensible enough and knew what risk they would put themselves in if they stayed any longer moved out quickly, while the stupid ones remained, too pervert minded to think of practically getting killed by Yoongi.

Thankfully for Jimin, Jungkook too wasn't very far away. He had moved out to call Yoongi and had stood guard outside the gym floor, fighting off the shameless alphas that dared to move close.

"Hey hobi, you'll be fine soon, I promise." Jimin tried to assure the omega writhling in pain.

"It hurts!! Take it away!!!" Hoseok cried out, clutching tightly into his stomach, now completely drenched in his own sweat, his eyes pouring out uncontrollable tears.

Jimin's heart ached as he watched the omega. He wanted nothing more than to ease the omega's pain, but he knew there was little he could do until Yoongi arrived. The only alpha that could be trusted around him right now was Yoongi, since yoongi was pretty good at restraining himself. Plus there wouldn't be that much of a problem if the temptation became overwhelming and they eventually got intimate.

"Just hold on a little bit longer, please" Jimin pleaded, his voice in a soft whisper. He reached out, gently brushing Hoseok's damp hair away from his face.

Hoseok gave out another sharp cry, his body trembling as another wave of pain wracked through him. His breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps, his entire body on fire from the inside out. The room felt too small, too suffocating, and the scent of alphas lingering outside only made it worse. His mind was a haze of fear and agony.

The door bursted open to reveal Yoongi hurrying towards the omega, his knuckles bloody like he'd just gotten into a heated fight.

Pulling off his jacket, he quickly knelt down in front of the omega, wrapping him firmly with the jacket, before pulling him to his embrace, his nose buried deep into the omega's hair.

Hoseok on the other hand was too weak to say or do anything as he let Yoongi hold him.

... maybe he didn't know it, but he already had both of his fists clutching tightly on Yoongi's shirt, taking in as much inhale as he wanted, his ragged breaths reducing a little with the comforting minty scent that went through his senses.

Yoongi's eyes snapped open, feeling another alpha's presence in the room, full on protective mode turning on. "Get out." He commanded, his voice hoarse, nose still buried into the now shivering omega's hair. And Jimin knew to immediately pull Jungkook with him out of the room.

They remained in the same position for a while, with Hoseok's painful whimpers and ragged breath being the only sound that could be heard.

Yoongi made an attempt to move, but Hoseok stopped him instantly, his arms instinctively going around the alpha's neck, burying his face deeper into his chest. He was being really clingy right now. Don't blame him, blame his heat.

A small smile thugged on Yoongi's lips as he watched the omega, his fingers combing suitingly down the omega's long locks.

"I need to get you out of this place." Yoongi whispered, his voice hoarse, earning another shiver from the omega.

Hoseok gave a whimpering response, his arms tightening around the alpha's neck, to hazy minded to give a coherent response.

Yoongi wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him up with him, and Hoseok wasted no time in wrapping his legs around the alpha's torso, his face moving to hide in the alpha's neck, taking in a relaxing breath when his nose hit Yoongi’s scent gland, unconsciously roting against the alpha's groin.

Yoongi on the other hand was fighting with his inner demons not to take over. He had a firm grip on both of the omega's tigh as he stood still, head snapped back, eyes closed shut in an attempt to restrain himself.

The sweet vanilla scent filling the air and his clinginess was already becoming too overwhelming for him to handle. He feared his alpha might take over any moment from now, and was even surprised he could go this far. It took every ounce of his self-control to keep his alpha instincts in check. He knew Hoseok was in pain, and that his body was desperate for relief, but Yoongi couldn’t allow himself to lose control, not when Hoseok was so vulnerable.

"I’ve got you,” Yoongi whispered, his voice strained but gentle. He adjusted his grip on Hoseok, holding him securely as he started moving towards the door. Each step was deliberate, careful, as if the slightest jolt could shatter the fragile hold he had on his own instincts.

Hoseok’s breathing was still ragged, but Yoongi noticed that it was starting to even out, the omega’s body slowly relaxing against him. The warmth of Yoongi’s scent, strong and protective, was seeping into Hoseok’s mind, soothing the worst of the pain and fear.

By the time Yoongi reached the hallway, Hoseok’s grip around his neck had loosened slightly, and his movements had become sluggish. Yoongi could feel the omega’s breaths against his skin, each exhale softer than the last.

“Cupcake,” Yoongi murmured, glancing down at the omega in his arms. Hoseok’s eyes were half-lidded, his lashes fluttering as he fought to stay awake. But the exhaustion, the pain, and the overwhelming relief of Yoongi’s presence were all too much, and soon enough, Hoseok’s eyes closed completely.

Yoongi let out a sigh, his pace quickening slightly now that Hoseok had drifted off. He made his way through the mansion, his focus entirely on getting Hoseok to the safety of his room. He passed by a few of his men, who respectfully averted their eyes, knowing better than to intrude in such a moment...

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My apologies for taking this long to update. I've been really busy recently, plus writer's block is another problem I'm presently facing.