Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I don't know what brought me to open Twitter, but when I opened up our profile, I saw a few pictures and videos with Tae, Kook, or Hoseok hyung. Now I knew why Taehyung wanted to go to the doctor appointments. He took videos of the ultrasounds. The other videos and pictures were saying that what we revealed was true. Taehyung showed off his mating mark in a video and I could hear him and his mate giggling.

Then there the videos of them goofing off and trying to take ARMY's mind off of the mating of us six members.

Deciding to man up, I took a selca and posted it with the comment I'm back, sorry if you were waiting for me! and a couple hearts.

I refreshed the page and immediately, there were comments. Translations for what I said, a bunch of stuff in English I had no idea how to read, a few things in Korean that were supportive and happy. But then there was the hate.

I tried to ignore it because mating Yoongi was what I wanted above everything else, but a few things stung.

Shutting off my phone, I flopped back onto the pullout bed in Yoongi's studio since he was going to have another late night.

"What's wrong, mochi?" He asked, glasses reflecting the computer screens in front of him, the mouse clicking again as he dragged beats to places.

"Can't I just pout in peace?"

"You can...But not around me," he chuckled.

"Then can't I just want my alpha?"

He froze as he was reaching for a mug with coffee inside. He took his arm back and turned to me, taking off his glasses and looking at me with red-tinged pupils.

"Show alpha how much you want him," he smirked, setting his glasses to the side as I stood up. I bolted the door before walking up to my alpha in his chair, straddling his lap and setting his hands on my waist. "How much do you want me?"

"I don't." I smiled playfully at him. "I need you."

And my back was hitting the mattress, my alpha climbing over me and kissing at my neck. My hands pressed against his chest and held his shirt as he trailed up and started sucking and pecking my mouth. I gripped his hair and smashed our lips together, moaning at the feeling.

A sudden rush of need and lust crashed over me and body started feeling hotter. Yoongi stiffened and broke the kiss, moving to look down at me. I felt slick. Not just small dribbles in excitement, but streams of it—which turned into gushes.

Heat.