Our Happiness Was Planned

This World Is Different From Yesterday

Jimin has just finished eating lunch when he suddenly feels nauseous, and it gets worse in a span of about two minutes. He makes a mad dash for the bathroom so he can throw up the entire contents of his stomach. He's shaking and crying by the time he's finished, and Taehyung and Seokjin both run into the room to see what's wrong. Seokjin presses a hand to the younger omega's forehead, his own brow creased with worry. “You're not running a fever,” he murmurs. “Did you eat something bad, Jiminie?”

“N-no.” Jimin sniffles and stands up so he can brush his teeth. “I just ate fruit for breakfast and leftover kimchi for lunch.” He suddenly feels a need to be close to Yoongi that makes him ache. “Y-Yoonie, need Yoonie, where is he? I need my alpha please find my alpha, where's Yoonie?” He says desperately as he starts to cry again.

“I'll call him.” Taehyung rushes to grab his phone and dials the oldest alpha's number. He answers after four rings, and Taehyung doesn't give him a chance to speak. “Hi, hyung. Jimin just threw up and he's distraught and crying and he needs to see you. Come home please.”

“Whoa whoa whoa.” Yoongi says. “Slow down. What happened?” Taehyung repeats what he just said, and Yoongi instantly is on the alert. “Shit. Alright. I'll be there in about half an hour. Get the navy sweater from the bottom of my clothes hamper and let him wear it. Got it?”

“Yes, hyung.” Taehyung is already running towards Yoongi's room to look for it, and he lets out a triumphant shout as he yanks it out and rushes towards Jimin. “Here, Jiminie.” Taehyung's voice is gentle, and the broken whimper that Yoongi hears from Jimin makes his heart break.

“Let me talk to him,” he suddenly says, “I need to hear his voice and I know he needs to hear mine right now.”

“Hello? Yoongi where are you? I'm sorry I'm so sorry...” Jimin's voice cracks as he answers, and he starts sobbing into the phone.

Yoongi bites his lip hard to keep his voice level. “Hi, love. I want you to sit up on the couch, wear my sweater, and let Jinnie-hyung and Taehyungie take care of you, okay? Don't be scared. Don't be worried or sorry. I will be there as soon as I possibly can, I promise.”

“O-okay.” There's a soft clatter that sounds like the phone dropping.

“Sorry hyung,” Taehyung mutters, “he had to run to the bathroom again. We'll take care of him until you get here.” He's about to ask why they haven't mated already, but he doesn't want to add more stress to the situation, so instead he says “Jin-hyung is making him tea, and we'll both sit with him.”

“Thank you, Taehyungie. I don't know what we would do without you. I'll see you soon.” As Yoongi ends the call, he taps Namjoon's shoulder, and the younger takes off his headphones to look curiously up at him. “Something is wrong with Jimin. Can we finish up for now and go? Taehyung said he threw up and he's crying. Please, Joon.”

“What? Yeah. Absolutely.” The two men quickly come to a stopping point, Yoongi with a certain melody and Namjoon with the second verse of their new song, and quickly save their work and clean up the studio before locking up and leaving. The drive back to the dorms is silent and tense, and Yoongi impatiently taps his foot and drums his fingers on his knee as he drives. He wants to get home right at that second, but he's thankful that he has the peace of mind to stick to the traffic laws.

“I should have been there, Joon.” Yoongi murmurs distractedly. “I should have been by his side. I know hos clingy he is after his heat. What if he made himself sick as a result of me being away from him? We're not mated or anything but, fuck, I'm worried.”

“Hyung,” Namjoon says softly, “it could just be that he ate something bad. His clinginess makes him want to be close to you when he's not feeling good. Jinnie does the same with me. I'm sure Jimin is just fine. You need to calm down though; your scent is all over the place and that won't be good for him.”