RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 52: COMFORT

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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...You...

As Yoongi reached Hoseok’s room, he gently pushed the door open with his foot. Mejin was already there, having prepared everything they needed. The curtains were drawn, the room cool and dark, with a pitcher of water and ice waiting on the nightstand. Most importantly, the bed sheets were changed to one of Yoongi's frequently used ones, with his duvet and pillow also part of it.

"Jimin informed me he got calm when you appeared." Mejin clarified as she watched Yoongi gently lay the sleeping omega on the bed, her heart clenching at the sight of his tear-streaked face.

Yoongi hummed in response, covering him with the duvet, before standing upright, turning to his mother.

"Could you help me get him some heat suppressant?"

Mejin shook her head, "That's not going to work, he's been living on that for years now. It's effect is already worn out, it's of no use again."

Yoongi signed, his hands akimbo over his hips. "So what will he use then."

"You."

Yoongi's brow furrowed, turning his full attention to his mother. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Mejin clarified. "You seem to be the only one calming him down... that's why I took all your bed accessories in the first place. He's going to need you especially for his nesting."

"What! Mum! I can't be with him throughout his heat! you and I both know how dangerous that is!" Yoongi pointed out.

"Don't be ridiculous son." Mejin spoke, rolling her eyes. "If you really want the public to believe in your contract marriage, then maybe being intimately closer to each other would be the greatest idea."

"Mum! He doesn't want it! I'm not gonna fuck him when he obviously doesn't want that!" Yoongi said, his voice slightly raised.

"Watch your language kid, and I'm not telling you to have sex with him. All I'm saying is be by his side. His second heat wave will begin soon after he wakes up, and it's going to be more painful than the first and your pheromones is the only thing that calms him down Yoongi, try to think, leaving him all alone to himself at this period is almost equivalent to a torturous murder. Maybe scent him occasionally and make him nests with your things so that he'll be less stressed, I'm not telling you to mark him nor am I telling you to have sex with him, especially if it's without his consent."

Yoongi stood there, his jaw clenched and his mind racing. His mother's words weighed heavily on him, not because he disagreed with her entirely, but because he was torn between what he wanted and what he knew was best for Hoseok. The thought of being so intimately close to the omega, especially during his heat, was both tempting and terrifying. He knew the danger, not just to Hoseok but to himself. He had always prided himself on his control, but Hoseok tested that control in ways no one else ever had.

Mejin watched her son, understanding the turmoil he was going through. She stepped closer, her expression softening as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yoongi," she said gently, "I know you're worried, but I wouldn't suggest this if I didn't believe it was the best option. Hoseok is already in a vulnerable state, and if there's anyone he trusts to be with him right now, it's you."

Yoongi let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I just don't want to hurt him," he admitted quietly. "He's been through enough already."

"You won't," Mejin reassured him. "You're one of the few alphas I know who can control himself in situations like this. Hoseok needs you, Yoongi. Not just for the sake of appearances, but because you're the only one who can help him through this."

Yoongi glanced back at the bed where Hoseok lay, his face peaceful in sleep, though the faint traces of distress still lingered. His heart clenched at the sight, and he knew Mejin was right. Hoseok did need him, more than anyone else right now.

"Fine," Yoongi finally said, his voice resigned but determined. "I'll stay with him. But I'm not going to push him into anything he doesn't want. I'll just... be there."

Mejin smiled, relieved to see her son coming to the right decision. "That's all I’m asking, Yoongi. Just be there for him. Let him know he's not alone."

Yoongi nodded, turning back to Hoseok. "I'll need some of my clothes," he said, more to himself than to Mejin. "Things that smell like me. It'll help with the nesting, right?"

"Yes," Mejin confirmed. "I'll have some brought over. And Yoongi, remember to keep your scent strong around him. It’ll make a world of difference."

As Mejin quietly left the room, Yoongi moved to the other side of the bed, his eyes never leaving Hoseok’s sleeping form. He pulled up a chair, sitting down close enough that he could reach out and touch the omega if needed, but far enough to give him space.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "What am I doing?" he muttered to himself. But deep down, he knew exactly what he was doing. He was making a choice. A choice to protect Hoseok, to care for him in the way only he could.

A soft whimper from Hoseok snapped him out of his thoughts. The omega shifted in his sleep, his face creasing in discomfort. Without thinking, Yoongi leaned closer, his thumb pressed lightly on the omega's scent gland, his scent slowly permeating the air around them.

Hoseok’s tense body seemed to relax almost instantly, the lines of stress easing from his face. Yoongi watched him for a moment longer, then quietly settled into the chair, determined to stay by his side for as long as it took.

And as the hours passed, Yoongi kept his silent vigil, prepared to be whatever Hoseok needed him to be. For now, that meant being close, providing the calm that only his presence could bring. And though the situation was far from simple, Yoongi knew that, for Hoseok, he would do whatever it took to make sure he came through this safe and sound.

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