My Omega That Acts Like an Alpha

六十八

Jimin's pov

Yoongi is very stubborn when it comes to the pack's duties. 

All I  want is to kiss the living hell out of one particular person and hold him like nothingmattered at all.

 But, as I know, Yoongi is stubborn at times like this. 

"Why don't you take a break?" I suggests, having watched my mate not move an inch for sixhours straight from his spot on the floor. There he was sitting, in a mess of paper and notebooks, laptop and maps of everyone's territory.  Yoongi hugs his knees tightly when he's in distress, and from the look on his faceand the hold on his body, he is definitely distressed. 

I needed to stop him, for both the baby and Yoongi's safety. 

"I need." Yoongi squeezes his knees even tighter to his tiny body. "to finish." 

I grimace at the thought of what I'm about to do, but it's for my mate and our baby's own good.

 He's tiny, he can't hurt you...that badly.Here goes nothing. 

I squat to be eye level with the distressed omega. He pats his head, combingfingers through his hair. 

"Hey, baby, why don't we just..." I tug on the map he was holding whichcatches his attention. 

I will never get used to the fact that my omega's natural reaction is togrowl when anyone diverts his stuff when he's working, but nevertheless, I'd risk my life at the hands of the angryboy.

 With a forceful enough tug, he is now empty-handedwith a face full of sadness. As fast as the anger appears it's replaced with a pout andwatery eyes in my direction. 

"But." Yoongi's eyes tear up and whine softly. 

I inwardly want to die at the sight of him, but I won't give in just yet. I'm in love but not weak. 

I make my way to our bed, sitting atop with the very important map patting thespace next to me.

 "If you want the map back, you're gonna have to take a break over here." Yoongi's watery-eyes pouts, "I'mnot falling for it."

 "What do you mean falling for it!? I'm trying to get you to take a break! Please, baby, I'm worriedabout you. Don't you care about our unborn child?" It's my turn, as I force myself to pout. 

"Just for a little bit..." He gives me a dirty look before reluctantly closing his laptop and spewing whispered cursesunder his breath.

 "Stupid evil face that makes me want to punch it," he mutters. 

I watch him attempt to get up, with legs that are practically jelly, pins and needles, and he'sthe only one to blame for putting them through six hours of numbing torture. Despite him almostfalling on his face, to which I only think 'that's what he gets,' or at least before he sat up and started bawling his eyes out.

I run to him and he pushes me away with a very hard shove. I let him calm down and moved back to the bed.

He still successfully makes it to thebed to crawls to the map staying as far away from me as possible. Making it obvious that he is avoiding me now.

Yoongi yanks the map out of my hold. 

Despite Yoongi ignoring me, I'm just glad I finally have gotten his overworked Omega to relax. 

 I hold in the urge to outwardly coo. I need tosmother that boy in love. 

I try my best to pretend I don't doesn't have a 70% chance of getting kicked in the face or nuts for what I'm about to do. 

I inch closer to the by before wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him inbetween my open legs to rest against my chest. 

Yoongi lets out a shocked squeak at the suddenrough pull but doesn't fight back when he realizes what I'm doing. 

Nice, I didn't get kicked.

I'm testing my chances at this point, to see what I can and can't do, so I wait for a reaction. My mate huffs and mutters a 'you're stupid,' but I didn't find any sign of him wanting to stop. So I press my nose into his hair. 

I nuzzle the back of his neck and plants kisses on the soft skin. He squirms but doesn't complain. I make my way to his ear.

 Reluctant to continue without permission, I mutter, "Is thisokay?" 

He is quiet and still before he lets out a soft 'it's okay' and proceeds to meld into my chest,leaning into the touch. I don't hesitate now and starts pressing kisses against the backside of his ear. 

Still silent, he tilts his head to the right, for my sake he's probablythinking, not his own. 

I find it funny that he hasn't made a sound or said a word this entire time, or at least triesto. He squirms endlessly, and occasionally when I would tentatively kiss in one particular spot,Renjun would ball up the fabric of my sleeves he was already gripping so tightly on. 

Yoongi never likes to admit that he likes the attention, or that he enjoys things like this, but I can't helpbut smile when he purposely slides close to me. 

I call him a tsundere and he calls Mark an idiot back. 

 Yoongi surprises me when he suddenly straightens his neck. I didn't think I went too far, notmore than usual. But, what surprised me more is when he turns around, body and all, to wraparms around me and kisses me.

When Yoongi tries to pull away, I chase after his lips, and he just giggles. 

"Baby,"  mutters into my lips.He pulls away and stretches his arms out to me. 

I pull at the boy's waist, helping to lift him up and over my thighs and rest on my lap.

"Kisses?" Yoongi says innocently. I won't argue with that request. 

I wrap my arms around the smaller's waist and swoops in once again for a kiss. 

 "I love you," I mumble into the kisses. 

He's definitely embarrassed about the sudden confession. I enjoy seeing how it throws the omega for the loop. 

"Aw, something wrong?" I teasingly ask. In return, I receive a hard yank, a fistful of hishair in his palm.Maybe I deserved that a little, but it's all worth it. 

"I fucking hate you."Ironic, considering h's is now kissing even deeper into my mouth. 

 Abruptly, Yoongi pulls away in the midst of kisses, and I blink cluelessly at him tilt my head at him. 

"You good?" I stare at the slightly dazed boy on my lap with puffy lips. I hold backthe urge to kiss him yet again, but I remain patient. He doesn't answer, but instead, chuckles, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. 

"You're cute," he giggles out. I feel my cheeks hurt from the constant smiling at his adorable face. 

"Okay, sir. You're tired- too tired." Yoongi whines 'no', but I know his sleepless night schedule. The boy is definitely sleep-deprived, maybe a little loopy and bound to crash sooner or later.

 I'll admit that I like how thedrowsiness makes Yoongi cling to me as a koala clings to a tree, but I know when enough isenough. 

 "Jimin." He wraps arms around my neck. 

"Cuddles." He nearly pulls me off balance abovehimself.

"Yoongi, please-" I latch offthe small arms around my neck. 

"You need to sleep"

 "Please, Jimin." He practically begs, and all I can do is sigh before laying on my side to face him. Yoongi scoots towards me and buries his face into the crook of my neck. 

 In seconds, I feel soft steady breaths against my skin, which leaves me to assume that he has finally fallen asleep. I at a time like this would usually get up to leaving the sleeping boy to rest on his own, butwhat I didn't take into consideration was small arms wrapping around my torso to stop me fromleaving. Maybe I'll sleep too. But, before I did, I swear I heard a soft whisper of 'I love you too.'