Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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"Hyung, you dumbass," Taehyung scolded as Yoongi chased after Jimin.

"Well I didn't know!" He defended.

"Yes you did!" Taehyung barked.

"He lost..." I trailed off, looking over to the two pups in their little play corner off to the side as the other two mates kept fighting. Now it made sense as to why Jimin started avoiding everyone—especially the pups—again.

I would be absolutely devastated if I lost the twins. And knowing how much more emotional and scarred Jimin was, it must've been like losing his own life. Omegas are born knowing that everything would be okay if they mated and had pups. Everything would be perfect if they gave birth to their alpha's pups.

Jimin probably felt like his world was crashing and burning around him at him losing his baby.
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Dinner was silent, Jimin staring down at his plate emotionlessly and picking at his food, not eating anything as he pushed the cooling food around on his plate. Yoongi would send him worried glances every now and then and Taehyung tried to rub his back before he put his chopsticks down.

"Can I be excused?" He asked quietly, voice cracking. The look he gave Yoongi was shattered, helpless, heartbroken, and vulnerable. As if asking his mate to take away everything that was wrong.

"Can you eat something first?" He offered gently, rubbing his thigh.

"Don't wanna," Jimin mumbled, looking down at his lap and completely ignoring his stomach growl.

"Baby, you need to eat," Yoongi insisted gently.

"I can eat later. Can I please just go?"

Yoongi sighed. "Fine, but I'm bringing something up and you'll eat it."

Jimin nodded and picked up his plate, leaving the table. We heard movement in the kitchen as he moved things into tuppleware and plastic baggies before going upstairs. A door shut up there and the dorm was silent again. I glanced at the stairs again before turning to Siyeon and feeding her a little.

"How is he doing?" Taehyung asked softly.

"Any mentioning of the pup has him breaking down at the cellular level," Yoongi sighed, now picking at his own food, pushing it around with his chopsticks before eating it. "I told him that after he calms down, we can try again because we haven't tried in his heat, but he's not emotionally stable at the moment."

"I..." I started, biting my lip before looking up at him. "I think he's considering surgery so that he can get pregnant."

"WHAT?!" He shouted, dropping his chopsticks.

"I might've snooped in your room before Jimin had found out he was pregnant and while he was depressed because he can't keep the baby. His recent tabs were Netflix, one page ripping on omegas who can't carry, and several for different types of surgery to gain fertility."

He stared at me with wide eyes before bolting up from the table and running up the stairs, tableware trembling and drinks sloshing in their cups at the force of his launch off.