omega (✔️)

[149]

[149]

[Jimin]

I didn't know what to do or what to say or even what to think.

How could I possibly choose?

The children that I am festering with me are in danger. And I get to choose their fates? No. It's too much. I can't do it.

"Although your daughter seems to be getting nutrients from something else, I don't know what in the world it is, but if it's allowing her to become so small and bean-like, her death with be inevitable,"

My hands began to shake from fear and anger and disbelief. Jungkook grunted loudly from behind me, running up to the concrete wall and punching it as hard as he could. There was a chilling crack and the doctor stood up from her chair with a worried and upset expression, "I know that this is hard to take in, but please don't injure yourself, Mr—"

"Hard to take in? You think this is hard to take in? It never fucking stops! There's always something..! something!"

I threw my face into my hands, tears seeping into my palms and almost drowning me in an immense, hot sadness.

"I'll give you guys some time to think about this, but the girl can't live on for much longer without the supplemental amount of nutrients," the doctor opened the door and gestured for us to leave with a solemn, sad expression, "Please contact me when you have come to a decision,"

I stood and Jungkook wrapped his arm around me, his body heaving up and down in a menacing almost scary manner. I walked through the door and eyes were piercing into our limp bodies. I didn't have the energy to fend them off or even straighten my posture. I was being lead by an even more tired and angry Jungkook whose eyes were brimming with hot tears.

We went into our respective seats of the car, Jungkook in the driver's seat and me in the passenger's side. We sat silently in the car, tears streaming down the both of our faces. 

"What do you want to do, Jimin?" He asked with a crackly voice, his pheromones being sporadic and all over the place.

I shook my head, "I wanna go back to before, when we were just buying groceries and cuddling on the bed."

I gestured towards my bloated stomach, while leaning my head back on the headrest of the seat, "Not this. Anything but this."

[Taehyung]

A woman in a black suit approached me as I held around 4 groceries bags in my arms, sunglasses making the whole world a few tints darker. The suit fit her body snugly on every curve that she had, insinuating the softness of her hips as well as the sharpness of her attitude, "Mr. Kim, I've been sent here to tell you that the TA has secured your location and they will send someone to escort you to Korea promptly,"

She turned on her heel and soon disappeared into the crowd. I stood in the middle of the crosswalk until some man ran into me hard, almost making me fall. I rushed into my apartment, slamming the door behind me and throwing all of my freshly bought groceries on the floor.

Fuck.

They fucking found me.

[Jungkook]

Jimin has shut himself in our room ever since we got home, muffled sobbing noises echoing from under the crack of the door. The sounds were excruciating, especially since the pain within my chest was already pulsating from the ultrasound appointment just hours earlier.

I sat at the table, staring depthlessly at the wall which caused my eyes to create shapes of some sort. These shapes appeared in threes. Two little circles that sandwiched another, smaller circles.

My children. All three of them.

"How.. How can you ask me to do something like that?" My body was limp and tired from amount of emotions that surged through it and from the blood that boiled in a paternal rage. I pushed the palms of my hands into the sockets of my eyes, hoping that I can maybe force the tears back. I failed, and the droplets of salty water rolled down my red cheeks, my bottom lip trembling.
 
I faintly heard Jimin's small feet patting on the floor and the door opening soon after. I let my hands clunk on the table, revealing my tear stained cheeks and my red eyes as well as a Jimin whose emotions reflected mine like a mirror.
  
"Hey," he said with a crackly voice which oddly sounded like static.

I waved with a small smile which my mate already knew was fake, but neither of us questioned it. He walked to the table and sat in the chair which was parallel to mine. He reached out with his hands, his fingers begging for my touch and the sparks that came with them. I slipped my hands into his, our fingers interlocking and his eyes were filled with seriousness as well as dry tears that left a slightly white crust where they rolled against his cheeks.

"Have you thought enough?" He asked after sniffling.

I shook my head with a somber smile, "No, but I'll never be able to think enough about this and have a plausible solution,"

"I know," he nodded, not meeting my eyes, "I just.. feel like I owe this to her.. that I need to do this so I can finally do her right,"

"Her? Who is 'her'?"

"Byeol. The girl who was in the omega trafficking system with me. I was too late," his voice was filled with both a reminiscing sadness as well as a recent one, "she starved to death because I was sitting on my ass, waiting for her little, tiny body to come and find me."
 
He shook his head with a sigh and I wasn't surprised that no more tears dropped from his lashes. He's cried himself dry.

"I don't know this Byeol, but whatever happened wasn't—"

"Wasn't my fault?" He questioned, "Yeah, I know, it was her Luna forsaken mother who failed to give her a good life. She didn't even fucking try.."

I didn't know how to respond to his calm outburst, so I stayed quiet.

"I refuse to do that." The determined look in his eyes just showed me that he wasn't going to back down, "I'm going to try."

"Try what..?" I could slightly infer to what he was suggesting but.. it was a literal impossible choice for me to make, so I couldn't agree with either options.

"There's a chance, Jungkook, a chance. Although the risk is high and the success rate is low.." he paused as if he was trying to convince himself, "That chance is something that I'm holding onto."

I stared at my partner with a dazed and awed look. I was drunk on my feelings, but I could still understand every, determined word that came from his lips, "If we choose the alternate and have the for sure lives of our two sons, we're completely giving up on our daughter,"

I nodded, faintly understanding his perspective, "But if we try.. and take the chance and the risks that come with it.." he trailed off, being unable to finish his sentence because of the bewilderment of the realization of his decision. I could feel the uneasiness within his heart since it was prevalent within mine slightly.

I squeezed his hand in mine, the warmth giving the both of us comfort, "Okay, we'll try,"

[author's notes]
 
Jimin sees the female fetus within him as Byeol and since he was too late to save her, he feels as if it's his responsibility.

Jungkook has no experience with children but he knows that these fetuses within his lover are the fruit of their mixed blood. He can't possibly choose.
  
Is there an alternate solution that you guys see? Is it immoral of Jimin to pick which ones of his children live based on a completely unrelated child and her inevitable fate?