Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

30

It was the day of the interview. Everyone was beyond nervous and scared, Jin seemingly the most anxious out of all of us.

After all, he had to say he was an omega, mated, and pregnant. It was only right he would be terrified. He had thrown up twice from nerves and morning sickness before we got into the car. We were given water bottles and sat down, Namjoon giving Jin's hand a squeeze of assurance. The eldest looked like the company put whitewash on him again since he was so pale.

Namjoon sat closest to the interviewer, Jin on his right. Taehyung came after Jin and then Hoseok. Yoongi sat behind Namjoon, me next to him and behind Jin. Jungkook was in the corner furthest front the interviewer, next to me and behind Hoseok.

Namjoon and Taehyung held hands with Jin, me gently kneading his shoulders to calm the omega, who was a hop-skip away from breaking a sweat, down. I took my hands back when the interviewer came into the room and shook hands with everyone, smiling brightly and giving us instructions and other information we may need. A beta.

She had a mating mark on her neck, covered up by makeup and a turtleneck, but still there. At last she sat down and the cameramen counted down before flicking a hand down, the interviewer introducing herself and the band. My pinky hooked with Yoongi's behind the couch and heads, not seen by anyone. We pretended to joke around and look happy despite the looming fear of popping the idea of our genes and Jin's pregnancy. A small bead of sweat rolled down the back of Jin's neck as he spoke about the album and past tour. His voice was somewhat shaky, but managed to hide it well.

Jin's water bottle was about half empty when we got to where we would explain everything. The interviewer asked her question.

"So. Jimin, Jin, SUGA, and RM, why were all of you off the grid for a while last month?"

This was the moment where we would see who are real fans or if our world would crash around us.

Namjoon cleared his throat, me holding Yoongi's finger tighter.

"You know how there are four alphas and three betas?"

"Yes," she said, resting her hands in her lap.

"That isn't true." She blinked in confusion. "There's three alphas, one beta—" I swallowed harshly as Namjoon hyung continued "—and three omegas."

She was quiet for a second before shuffling her interviewer cards for a moment before looking up with a confused look.

"Who—"

"I'm the beta," Jungkook piped up.

And the look of finishing a puzzle formed into her face, her mouth opening into an O shape.

"So..."

"Jimin was in heat and Jin caught waves of it," Yoongi said, moving his larger hand fully into mine and squeezing it.

"But what about you and RM?"

"They helped us," Jin said nervously, more sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

The interviewer's face turned red, clearing her throat and drinking some water herself.

"So why did you decide to wait until now to reveal your genes?"

"It never came up," Hoseok answered.

"Are—" she swallowed a bit, knowing how risky this interview was getting "—Are any of you mated?"

Yoongi squeezed my hand. "SUGA hyung and I are."

She stared at us with wide eyes before snapping to Hoseok and Taehyung when they said they were. And then landed on Namjoon and Jin. Jin nodded, looking at the floor.

The interviewer took in a big drink of water, processing everything.

When she was about to say something Jin spoke up.

"And something came out of my heat."

Her entire face was pale now. "You don't mean that you're—"

"I am."

Namjoon nodded. "Jin is pregnant."

The eldest couldn't look up at all. He remained looking at the floor, clearly trying not to release distress scents when the interviewer said nothing, completely silent in shock.

She cleared her throat before wrapping up the interview.

Let's see how the world is going to take us now.