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Namjoon felt the knot hit the back of his throat painfully, and before he could control it and spit it out, the heavy, thick, consolidated load started to slide down his pharynx, only to get stuck in it.

Namjoon widened his eyes at the feeling, as he felt that the air was constricted and hindered from coming in or out.

After the release, Jungkook exhaled and inhaled heavily, his red eyes fading into a hot chocolate tone. Soon the prince locked eyes with his friend, only to see him gasp for air without success, his hands wrapping around the front of his neck, desperately squeezing it.

"Hyung!" Jungkook called out, finally in control of his own body again, his voice laced with concern and guilt as he kneeled in front of the duke. 

"What do I do? What do I do to help you?" He asked, panicking to see his hyung suffocating in his knotted seed, his hands hovering around the older man without knowing where to place them to help.

Namjoon kept hitting his own chest, the other hand circling his throat as he looked with wide, bloodshot eyes at the prince.

He felt like drowning, unable to catch a single breath, his vision popping black dots as he slowly felt his body go numb. His face was losing color, and Jungkook didn't know what to do to help him.

"HELP HIM!" Jimin screamed, getting back to his normal state. The shock of the situation had made his wolf get back in place and give him time to take control. 

"Do the Heimlich maneuver!" Jimin ordered, looking with wide eyes at the prince.

Jungkook looked at Jimin with furrowed brows, surprised that the omega knew such a technique. But soon he remembered that his father was a scientist; he knew about these things and probably taught his kids about them.

With no more time to lose, Jungkook positioned himself behind Namjoon, his arms circling his waist. He locked his hands under the duke's diaphragm and thrust up five times. After that, he bent the alpha's down, proceeding to hit five back blows.

He repeated these two procedures until Namjoon finally spat out the seed that had lodged in his airways, coughing hard and gasping for air.

"HYUNG! Are you okay?" Jungkook asked, kneeling in front of him after the older man's legs gave up on him and made him sit down.

Namjoon breathed deeply before he could reply. His limbs felt like jelly, with a tingling sensation spreading all over his body. He tried to say something, but his throat hurt as much as his jaw. It was so hard for him to even speak.

"Fuck, you should've not taken my knot! It almost killed you!" The prince reprimanded, guilt squeezing his heart.

"I- tried- to- pro-tect- Ji-min-ah." He said between pants and coughs, his voice hoarse.

"You should've let him! I would've been fine." Jimin scolded with a worried tone, eyes fixed on the older alpha.

Namjoon got up with difficulty, and Jungkook was quick to help him. Namjoon leaned in to the younger, searching for something inside his pocket. Soon he took a key out and got closer to Jimin, finally opening his shackles.