Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I helped Jin with his bow tie, smoothing out his white blazer as Taehyung touched up his makeup.

"Throw your bouquet to me," Taehyung ordered. "Jimin's already married and Hoseok needs to man up and propose before I do."

Jin and I laughed at his bitter tone. We finished up with the final details.

"Alright, do you have your ring?"

"Yes."

"Remember your vows?"

"Yes," Jin smiled, rolling his eyes.

"Brush your teeth?" Taehyung added. We both gave him a look. "What? You had onions in your breakfast, I'm just making sure that Namjoon hyung will be okay."

He got two punches in the shoulder.

"Well fuck you too!" He snapped, rubbing his arm. "But yeah, I deserved that."

I scoffed and snapped off any extra strings poking out of anywhere on his sleeves.

"What should I expect at the hotel?" Jin whispered.

"I don't know, I haven't slept with Namjoon," I snorted. "But some wedding nights are double mating where the other partner can mark their mate. That's what happened with us. And you chose an omega friendly place, so you'll be okay."

He nodded and tugged the both of us into hugs.

"God, I love you two so much," he sniffled.

"One; don't ruin your makeup," Taehyung scolded. "And two; we know you love Namjoon and your kids more so don't get our hopes up, you wide shouldered shit."

I giggled into Jin's chest and hugged him back, thanking him quietly for just resting his arm on my shoulders and not my waist as he squeezed the life out of Taehyung. I had listened to the doctor's orders and went into her office regularly for a checkup to see if everything was okay. The band members didn't poke fun at me whenever I would walk around the apartment in just Yoongi's hoodie and loose shorts—if I wore any pants at all.

I wanted to touch my belly so badly, see if I could feel my baby growing, but Yoongi or one of the other members caught me whenever my hand unconsciously or consciously moved to rub at my stomach. And then Yoongi has been succeeding in restraining himself with jerk offs in the shower. Normally, it would get me horny and begging for his knot, but it didn't faze me the longer the pregnancy went. Sure, I wasn't far into it, but things that turned me on didn't as much. Probably out of fear of another miscarriage. Every morning, I would wake up and examine the bedsheets and my pants very carefully to try and see if there was any blood.

Jin had helped me a lot in the first few weeks while my hormones and pheromones started changing, rushing to help with my cravings or any discomfort almost as fast as my own mate and husband, if not faster.

There was a knock on the door and Jin took in a deep breath.

"Here we go, kids."