Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY FOR THE REALLY LATE CHAPTER!!! I had work and wasn't feeling the best afterwards because the house I was working in had a bunch of perfume and my nose is super sensitive to things like that. I'm so sorry I forgot!! I'll post two chapters to make up for it!

We got back to the dorm and immediately, Jin ran up to his and Namjoon's room, finally letting out the distress pheromones. Namjoon went up after him, everyone else deciding to do our own things since we knew that they would want their alone time.

Yoongi took my hand and took me across the dorm and into the studios, pulling the bolt on his door and getting out the pullout bed so we could lay down and just try and relax.

"I'm sure it's going to be fine," my alpha whispered into my hair once we were situated.

"Yoongi," I breathed.

"Hmm?" He hummed, rubbing my back.

"My father didn't know I'm an omega."
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Jin's POV:

I wrapped myself up into the blankets, curling up and trying to breathe in Namjoon's scent instead of choking on tears. The door opened and shut, me hearing shoes and layers being taken off and footsteps into the closet. Namjoon came back and closer to the bed, knocking on the headboard.

"Anyone home?"

Any other time, I would've sent myself into a giggling mess, but I was so stressed. I moved the sheets so my face was exposed. Namjoon held up one of his hoodies with a soft smile. He helped me into it and climbed into bed next to me, rubbing his hand over my belly, running his palm over the more noticeable bump.

I had started showing a bit more since last week and Namjoon had already developed a habit of cuddling into my stomach. It was cute at how attached he already was to our pup.

He kissed my hair as he lifted up the hoodie and my shirt some to feel the skin of my tummy, kissing my hair again.

"It's going to be okay," he said, tucking my face into his neck and amping his scent. I felt myself shake before bursting into tears. He rubbed my back, kissing my hair and forehead as I sobbed into his neck, already seeing the disappointment on my parents' faces.

"T—They did—didn't want th—this," I bawled.

"Who didn't, Jinnie?"

"M—M—My pa—parents," I hiccuped, tears falling fast and hard. "Th—They didn't w—want an—an omeg—ga a—and n—now I'm p—pregnant a—and—"

"Ssh," he hushed, amping his scent more. "It's okay, baby. Just relax, I'll take care of everything, okay? Just relax."

His voice went into a whisper, telling me to relax and not to worry.

"J—Joonie," I sniffled, a majority of my crying fit over with.

"Hmm?"

"I'm scared," I breathed, clinging onto him like a child would to their mother.

"Don't be, baby. Look, we have something to look forward to and take care of, okay? So just calm down and take care of our pup while I do everything else. I'll take care of all of us. If we have to leave the band, then I'll do that so I can take care of you. You're going to be a amazing mother to our pup, so just relax. We'll work through it."

"But how would ARMY feel about us leaving?"

"There might be some criticism, but this is personal matters. They affect our professional life and dabble a bit in our personal lives, but they don't control us like slaves. We are our own free people and we can do whatever we want even if there are consequences. But don't think about that right now."

"What should I think about then?" I sniffled.

"If we leave the band, where we would want to live? Would we stay in Seoul or live somewhere else? And then what would we live in? An apartment, house, ranch, or condo? And how would we decorate it? What would we put on the walls of the living room, bedrooms, and nursery? What would we put on the fridge? But the most important question of all, I haven't said."

"What's the most important question of all?" I asked, starting to feel myself calm down as I thought about it.

"Kim Seokjin," he started, making me giggle. It always happens whenever he says my full name. He removed himself from the bed, confusing me. I sat up with a confused frown before my face slackened to shock. Namjoon had bent one knee in front of him, resting on the one under him. "I know this isn't really a romantic setting, but it seems like everything we do isn't in that setting. But Kim Seokjin, the most important question is whether or not you'll marry me."