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War of Hormones

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Jimin clenched his hands into fists and took slow, deep breaths through his nose. He was nauseas. His stomach was churning and bubbling, preparing him to vomit up whatever was making him sick. Except he was in the middle of dance practice, with the other members, in a freshly cleaned studio. So there was no way he was going to get sick and ruin the entire day for everyone.

He couldn't figure out the cause of his nausea. He knew it wasn't food poisoning, because he hadn't eaten anything all day. "It can't be my Heat," he thought. "I've never gotten nauseas during Heat."

Hands suddenly grasped his shoulders and Jimin found his vision going dark. He tipped backwards, falling into something hard, and he whimpered as his body erupted in a hot flash.

"Jimin!" A voice yelled near his ear, setting off throbbing pain in the omega's head.

A cool hand touched his cheek, compared to the burning ones from earlier, and he cracked his eyes open to see who it was. Seokjin was standing in front of him, eyebrows furrowed with worry, surrounded by the other members. Except Hoseok, who Jimin realized he was laying on.

"Jiminie you're in Heat baby," Seokjin said softly.

Jimin shook his head and cringed at the pain in his skull. "No...I can't be.. it's too early."

"We can smell it Jimin." Namjoon gestured to Yoongi, Hoseok, and Taehyung. "We can all smell it."

Jimin's cheeks flushed as he took in the stares from his alphas. They looked concerned more than horny, but Jimin knew it would only be a matter of time. And having an alpha pressed against him was definitely not helping the situation. A whimper escaped his throat and he threw his head back against Hoseok's chest. Slick was already gathering between his thighs, and without his special underwear, everyone would be able to see the stain on his grey sweatpants.

"Fuck Hoseok give him to me, your scent is speeding up his Heat," Seokjin said and grabbed Jimin from the alpha. He sat on the floor and laid the omega down between his legs, resting his head on his lap.

"What are we going to do? We don't have any supplies here," Jungkook asked and Jimin could hear the anxiety in his voice.

Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist and shushed him. The act was something Yoongi has always done for them, but thanks to Jimin's raging hormones he felt jealousy burn inside him. Because that was his alpha, Yoongi was his alpha, and he was an omega in Heat. He should be getting comforted, not the beta.

"Stop that Jimin."

Jimin looked to his side and practically melted beneath Taehyung's harsh gaze. The alpha could sense his jealousy and for some reason it made his skin burn with even more warmth. He just wanted an alpha, not Seokjin, an alpha. Taehyung's gaze softened and he crouched near Jimin, not close enough for the omega to touch him, but close enough for his presence to soothe him.

"It'll be okay Jiminie, we'll take care of you. I promise," Taehyung cooed. His deep voice sending chills down Jimin's spine.

"Alpha," Jimin whined. He needed him, someone, anyone. He needed to be home, in their bedroom, building a nest so he could be knotted by his alphas. He didn't feel safe. He felt exposed in the empty dance studio on the hardwood floors, and it was making the suprise Heat ten times worse.

Taehyung reached forward and ran his fingers through Jimin's sweat damp hair. "We need to get him home, now." He looked at Namjoon and the leader nodded in agreement.

"I know Tae but I can't get a hold of our managers," Namjoon said and Jimin finally noticed the phone clutched tightly in the alpha's hand. White knuckles revealing how much he was struggling with the whole situation.