Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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So today is the day of my first figure skating program and I was super tired and stressed yesterday let's hope it goes well. (I wrote this AN just now lol)

This was the moment of truth.

I took a deep breath and handed the box to Jimin, who set me an equally nervous smile before going into the bathroom. He came back out after a bit and set the cleaned off test on the nightstand.

"We'll find out soon," he said shakily. I pulled him close to me and held him tightly until we got the results back. Jimin alarm beeped, telling us that the results finalized and we sat up, holding our breaths as Jimin reached for the test.

We looked down at the test in his hands and let out a breath.

"Thank god," he laughed. "With Jin pregnant, I don't think another pregnant guy would be good."

We both sighed in relief, flopping back down on the bed.

"Don't get me wrong," he mumbled after a second. "I would absolutely love pups, but just not right now."

"I know baby," I said, lacing my fingers with his and kissing the back of his hand. We both jumped at a phone ringing.

"It's me," he said, looking at his phone before stiffening. "I—It's my dad."

"Answer it."

He bit his lip and accepted the call, setting it on speaker.

Almost immediately, the man on the other side started shouting. Jimin flinched and shut his eyes tightly, gripping onto his shirt and dropping his phone onto the bed. Distress started radiating off of him, bottom lip starting to wobble ever so slightly. I pulled him close as his father kept shouting and set his face into the crook of my neck, amping my scent to calm him.

Finally he stopped shouting.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me what you were," he growled.

"B—Because we thought I was a beta!" Jimin cried out. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed his back. "B—But th—then I had t—to take another t—test for the auditions and it said I was an om—"

"Don't say that fucking word!"

Jimin flinched and clung onto me.

"Look, sir," I piped in, my voice low with anger at how he was scaring my Jiminie. "You can say what you want, I get that. But if you even think about badmouthing or shouting at my mate again, I will come to Busan and make you regret it."

"Alpha, don't," Jimin whispered fearfully.

"Oh? What are you going to do to me? Rape my good for nothing son in front of me?"

"I can easily pull rank over your control on Jimin. He is in my care now as he is my mate and he won't be under your demands."

"So you're splitting the family up?" He concluded.

"Not necessarily. Just with him listening to you."

"I AM HIS FATHER!" He roared.

"AND I AM HIS ALPHA!" I shouted, my alpha voice coming into play unconsciously. Jimin whimpered in submission. "YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER HIM NOW. JIMIN IS MINE AND MINE ALONE SO YOU CAN KISS ASS!"

And I hung up.

"A—A—Alph—pha," I heard. I turned back to Jimin to see his cowering in submission due to the angered and dominant pheromones I was letting out, head bowed and shoulders pressed into his body.

"Hyung, calm your ass!" Hoseok shouted from the other room. "Taehyung's freaking out!"

I sighed and took a deep breath, calming down and rubbing my face. Jimin sniffled and I looked back at him, seeing tears start to spill over his trembling cheeks.

"Oh, baby," I said regretfully, wiping away his tears and lifting his face again. "I'm sorry, I just got so mad that he was talking about you like that."

He buried his face into my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. We laid back down and Jimin kept quietly crying into my shirt as I held him.

"I've got you baby. I'm not trying to scare you."

"Th—Thank you," he whispered, shaking slightly as he cried.