Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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Yoongi and I were staying in a hotel because of my dad not really accepting me being an omega. We had gone through numerous rounds of exerting mating and knotless-breeding and finally laid down, completely exhausted.

"At the end of the week, we'll take a test, okay?" Yoongi said, lacing his fingers with mine as he panted, skin sticky with cum and sweat. The air was thick with arousal and sex, but we were too tired to get another round in, riding on the ecstasy of release. I turned towards my mate and buried my face into his chest.

"Thank you," I whispered. Yoongi wrapped his arms around me and kissed my sweaty hair.

"Anything for you," he murmured back.
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I sat on Yoongi's lap and his ran his fingers through my hair as we waited for the result of the test. We still hadn't left the hotel, but we knew we had to go back to the dorms soon. We could always continue at his private apartment.

The timer on his phone went off and I picked up the test, taking a deep breath before looking at the small screen. The breath escaped me and my brows furrowed.

"It's okay, we can keep trying," Yoongi whispered, kissing my neck. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he took the test, throwing it into the trash after a second and embracing me back. "Don't let it get you down, we're going to have children either way."

"But I want it to be our children," I mumbled, blinking away tears.

"I know. I can start knotting next week, okay?"

I nodded into his neck, gently pecking the skin.

"Thank you," I muttered.
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I shivered at the feeling of more cum being spilled into me. This was the third time today that Yoongi was knotting me. We had gotten back to Seoul three days ago and hadn't left his apartment. Yesterday, he knotted me six times and I was seriously hoping that this would work. Because I was almost overflowing with the cum from his knots.

It kept spilling down my thighs and Yoongi had to plug me up to keep it in. But even then, my stomach looked more bloated from all the cum in me.

I was starting to feel more sensitive from Yoongi fucking me so much and my lower back started to hurt to the point where we had to stock up on pain medicine and Yoongi wanted to take a break from trying so that my body could heal.

So while he was gone to work on the music stuff with the other band members, I went to the drug store and purchased some medicine that would stimulate heat and a rut. I made sure to get the dissolving version for the rut drug so Yoongi wouldn't notice if I put some into his drink for dinner.

Glancing at the instructions, I saw the possible side effects and glanced over them. I wanted to make sure that what I was doing was safe for us. Yoongi has the right to at least be safe. I wasn't going to take that away.

The heat medicine would take a bit to kick in, so I went ahead and took it after reading the text that Yoongi was going to be here soon. I set the table and filled water glasses, remembering the warning about no alcohol for both drugs. I poured the packet of rut drug into his glass and mixed it in. It was supposed to taste like a fizzy drink now.

The front door opened and shut right as I hid the drugs in the back of a drawer.

"I'm home!"

There was an ache in my chest to want to hear that every day. To welcome my mate home after a hard day at work, our pups running up to tackle him into a hug.

I almost forgot why I was doing this when Yoongi walked in. He wrapped me up into his arms and pressed soft butterfly kisses all over my face. A soft giggle bubbled out of me as I kissed him back.

"I made us dinner."

"Oh, baby that looks amazing," he grinned, pressing in for another kiss.

"Come on, it's going to get cold," I laughed as he pressed innocent kisses down my neck.

He smiled and pecked the tip on my nose. We sat down, me making sure that he was on his side and the rut drugged-water was by his plate. Omegas weren't supposed to take the rut drug. It ended up in many severe issues. Same thing for alphas taking the heat drug and betas taking either drug.

We started eating and the first small twist appeared when Yoongi picked up his glass to drink. I had purposely made the food a bit dry so that he would need to return to his drink many times. His eye brow twitched in confusion once he made it to the bottom of his glass and a bit of red bled into his black eyes. Another, sharper twist hit my stomach.

"Shit, baby," he said, a soft groan escaping his lips. "I really thought my rut was later."

I hummed, trying not to wince at the growing twists. But once the slick started coming, I knew Yoongi was going to suspect something.

"It's okay."

"No, Min. It's my rut and you're still healing."

"It's okay, Yoongi," I responded, getting up and walking over to his chair. I sat in his lap and kissed his lips, cupping his cheeks. He stiffened almost immediately when I felt slick start dripping into my pants.

"T—There's no way your heat is this week too?" He said, confused and unsure.

I now let out the quiet whimper at the pain. Yoongi groaned and shoved his face into my neck, inhaling my scent. He stood up, clutching my thigh and butt tightly as I wrapped my arms and legs around my mate. We stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hall, Yoongi fumbling for the door.