Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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My eyes opened to the darkness of the studio, Yoongi's arm wrapped around me from behind and his soft breaths in my hair. I think I had passed out from how rough Yoongi was getting.

Yoongi still hadn't cooled off from sweating, telling me that he had fallen asleep not too long ago. My eyes fell shut again, cuddling into his arm when I noticed two things.

One: his scent was way too overpowering than normal.

Two: another round of cum spilled into me.

I tried removing myself from him when I realized that it hurt to try and move myself off. My eyes snapped open when I realized what was going on.
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Jin's POV:

I woke up cuddled into Namjoon's chest, his heart beat under my ear, an arm wrapped around me and the ring still on my finger, making me smile.

My morning sickness had another bout in the bathroom before I came back into Namjoon's arms again. I closed my eyes to fall back asleep when Yoongi's scent entered my nose. It smelled much more stronger than normal and much more predatory. I sat up quickly.

Yoongi was in rut.

I quickly went over to his room, leaving the sleeping Namjoon behind and threw open the door. His scent was calmer here, mixed with a bit of Jimin's scent, but they weren't in here.

I ran down the steps quietly, to not disturb the other members since it was three in the morning and to the studios. As soon as I opened the door to the studio hall, Yoongi's rut scent attacked my brain, making me want to buckle my knees in submission.

Ruts don't really have an effect on mated omegas, since they can only go in into a stage heat with their mates. If the omega is pregnant, then ruts wouldn't bother them too much. It would only make them cower in submission from the dominance in the alpha's scent.

And there was so much dominance in Yoongi's scent, it almost made me submit to him right then and there.

But I slowly made my way down the hall, covering my mouth and nose with my hand to not smell his scent so much and whimper at it. My legs were shaky as I walked down and stopped in front of Yoongi's studio.

His scent was almost too much for me and I could only imagine what it was like for Jimin in there with him. I was about to knock on the door when I heard Jimin whine out. The staged heat to keep up with the rut had started for him.

But that thought was dashed away when he spoke with panic in his voice.

"Y—Yoongi, wake up. Wake up please."

I heard Yoongi groan after a bit, which then turned into a growl, but was cut off.

"What's wrong?" He asked in his rough voice, strain in it from probably suppressing his needs to make sure his omega was okay.

"D—Don't move."

"Why not?"

"It hurts."

"What hurts, Minie?"

There was shifting on sheets and Jimin crying out almost immediately, making me want to rip open the door.

"St—Stop! Don't move, it hurts!"

"What? What's going o—" he stopped himself. "Oh. Oh no, baby I'm so sorry."

Panic gripped me to the bone and I quietly tried opening the door, but the bolt was in place.

"I—I," Yoongi started stammering, worry in his voice over that strain. "Baby, I didn't mean to—fuck—we just gotta wait it out now. I'm so, so sorry."

Jimin sniffled, probably on the verge of tears from whatever was happening.

"Baby, I really didn't mean to—"

"Stop talking," Jimin whispered.

"Okay," Yoongi said softly.

A whimper came out of Jimin a few times, but the distressed scents in that room kept me quiet.

"There we go, baby," the alpha murmured. "It's over, sweetie."

There was shifting on the sheets some, Jimin sniffling once more.

"Does it still hurt anywhere?"

"N—No."

"I'm so sorry. I forgot that my rut started soon." Then Yoongi groaned. "Baby, I'm so sorry that I forgot, but I really need to do this."

I quickly moved away from the studio when that overpowering dominance came back. Running back up the hall, I shut the hall door behind me to help block the scent out before running back upstairs and into our bedroom and shut the door.

A bit of Yoongi's scent lingered in the air, but it was under Namjoon's scent. I took several lungful breaths of air before running back into the bathroom and back into the bedroom after a second round of head in the toilet.

"Jinnie?" My alpha asked groggily.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked, crawling back into bed.

"It's okay. Why do you smell like Yoongi?" He mumbled sleepily, opening his arms for me.

"I—He's in rut. I didn't know if Jimin was with him, so I went to go find them."

"And?" He asked, noticing how I didn't seem to be done talking.

"I think he knotted Jimin."