Our Happiness Was Planned

You're My Penicillum Who Saved Me

“Jimin!” Yoongi immediately rushes over to the omega and kneels next to him. When he sees the pool of blood rapidly growing between his legs, he begins to cry. “Do something please do something!” He yells. His hands rest on Jimin briefly and then lift away again, afraid he's going to hurt him.

Dr. Kim leads his head out into the hallway and calls “Jisoo! Irene! Call the hospital. Get me Baekhyun and Jongup in here right now.” Running footsteps are heard seconds later, and a crying Yoongi is gently moved out of the way as the two men rush in. The taller one murmurs something to the doctor, and he nods. “Get me a stretcher, Baekhyun. Jongup, help me roll him over.”

When Jimin is on his back, Yoongi lets out a choked sob as he sees how his mate looks. His face is pale, and his facial features are too still, too fragile-looking. “I'm a bad alpha. I'm such a bad alpha. I should have sensed how he was feeling and calmed down. I shouldn't have--”

“Hey.” Dr. Kim speaks softly. But he doesn't get a chance to say anything else before a soft murmur is heard, followed by a distressed 'Yoonie?'

“Baby.” Yoongi is on the floor beside his omega in an instant. “I'm so sorry.” He shifts a little, but Yoongi firmly places his hands on his shoulders. “Stay still.”

“What happened?” Jimin asks in a small voice. “Why do I feel wet?” He tries to move again.

Yoongi sighs and does something he never thought he would have to do. “Jimin. Do not try to move.” His Alpha voice is low and commanding. Jimin's pupils instantly dilate and he lies still on the floor.

“Okay Yoongi.” Jimin relaxes and looks curiously up at his alpha. Yoongi smiles down at him as he strokes his hair softly and coos about what a good boy he is. “But what happened? Are the pups okay? Are they...” He can't finish his question.

The alpha sighs. “I don't know. I lost my self-control over my emotions and it affected you. You started bleeding, and then you fainted. Jimin, I am so sorry. I'm sorry.” His bottom lip quivers and he bows low to the omega, his head resting on the floor next to his hand.

“Hyung...” Jimin breathes, one hand coming to rest on his stomach and the other threading in Yoongi's hair. He remembers now. “Why didn't you try to calm down?”

“I don't know Minnie, I don't know.” Yoongi slowly raises his head to look at his omega, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

The omega's lower lip quivers, and he looks as though he's been wounded. “Well then tell me something you do know. Or see if you can tell if our pups are okay.” His voice is sharp, but his hand is soft as it reaches out weakly for Yoongi. The alpha holds it securely and nods. Baekhyun comes back with the stretcher, and Yoongi helps him and Jongup lift the omega onto it, trying not to growl at either of them when he senses that they're unmated alphas.

“Okay, baby. But you know I need to put my mouth on your mating mark.” He glances up at the other three men, who back out of the room to give them a few moments of privacy before the paramedics get there. The alpha leans over Jimin, still holding his hand as he opens his mouth and places it over the omega's mark. He bites down as gently as he possibly can and closes his eyes.

Jimin's and Yoongi's mingled breathing are the only sounds in the room for a moment. The older's expression is unreadable as he pulls away, and when he opens his eyes, Jimin sees that they're wet with unshed tears and immediately assumes the worst. “They're okay.” Yoongi finally whispers. “Our little pups are fighters, Minnie.”

“Thank God.” Jimin sobs once and the paramedics rush into the room and try to push Yoongi out of the room so they can tend to the omega. “No!” Jimin yells rather loudly. “He's my mate. He stays by my side. Got it?” He yanks his shirt collar down, nearly ripping it in the process, and Yoongi moves his own collar to the side as well, their mating marks now clearly shown.