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Denying Love

 

Warnings: Coarse language, cat and mouse, scardy-cat Jimin, triggered heat and rut, self-lubrication, rut, knotting, anal sex, anal fingering, CHERRY POPPING

 

Chapter 1: First Encounters

 

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Taehyung, this is stupid. I'm not going to get over my ex by finding a random Omega to bang." He huffed as they walked over to the bar.

 

"Wah, fine. Then stay here and be my wingman!" He nudged him, grinning excitedly.

 

Jimin snorted, shaking his head. "You're happily married… with two kids!"

 

"Then be my dance buddy!"

 

He ordered them some drinks, both heading out to the dance floor. Jimin let his eyes wander, seeing if maybe someone would be decently attractive. He froze, his eyes landing on someone with mint coloured hair. "O-oh…" A sound of surprise left his lips, his body halting. There was something about the other that caught his attention… besides just the hair.

 

"Dude, why'd you stop dancing?" Taehyung raised his brow, the slightly older standing immobile, eyes locked on something. "Jimin?" He followed his gaze, an eyebrow raising. "Oh? Really now?" He snickered, leaning over to whisper-yell in the other's ear. "He's cute." He nearly howled when he heard the Alpha's chest rumble in agreement.

 

The man at the bar stiffened, slowly turning to look over his shoulder. His eyes locked with the dark ones of an orange haired Alpha. They both stayed silent, bodies frozen in place.

 

Jimin squawked, spinning on his heel and half running out of the bar, the mint haired Omega raising a brow in amusement.

 

Taehyung chased the smaller out, stumbling over someone's foot. "Yo! Wait up! What the hell happened in there?!" Taehyung grasped the panting man's shoulder, seeing the confused gaze.

 

"H-he looked at me." He half-whispered.

 

The taller raised a brow. "Well yeah, you stared for like, ten minutes. He was bound to notice eventually." He snickered at the other. "Someone's got a crush~!" He sang out, grabbing the other's hands and swaying.

 

Jimin's cheeks went dark. "I don't even know him! I can't crush on the back of someone's head!" He flailed slightly.

 

"Uh-huh, sure, sure. You tell yourself that. Now…" He tugged. "Go in there, introduce yourself, and dance with him!"

 

"I-I think I'd rather just… not do that… T-taxi?!" He turned looking up and down the street.

 

Taehyung sighed, groaning. "Well give me a minute. I forgot my coat." He turned heading back in whilst Jimin grumbled in embarrassment.

 

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Yoongi sipped his drink, the music blaring. He was having a rather shit day. Namjoon was supposed to meet with him at the bar, but texted moments after the older arrived that Jackson caught the flu so he was going to 'nurse him back to health'… He knew for a fact that wasn't what was happening. The two had only been dating two months and were worse than rabbits.

 

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and frowned, shifting in the seat. He glanced to the side, seeing two men walk in. One had rather vibrant orange hair and a wife beater on… he was… attractive… Yoongi could easily tell he was an Alpha. He turned back to his drink, sighing.

 

Today he had gotten in shit. Why? Well he was in school, in his final year, training as a composer and one of his fucking classmates tried to plagiarize off of him and pass it off as their own. Thankfully Yoongi had the proof to back up it was his, but he still got stuck in a four hour meeting to try and prove his innocence. It was bullshit! He wasn't even famous yet and already being plagiarized! Who does that?

 

He huffed, downing the rest of his drink, He turned, thinking about leaving and froze. Dark eyes locked with his. He felt a spark run up his spine, pulling a surprised keen from his throat. He saw the other's throat vibrate the slightest bit, rumbling in response.

 

Yoongi was strongly debating on making his night a lot better… when the Alpha suddenly spun and booked it. He raised an amused brow, snorting and turning back to the bar tender. He sighed, kind of disappointed, to be honest. The guy was seriously fucking cute.

 

"Hey."

 

Yoongi startled, turning to look at… the taller lanky man that had been standing with the cute man. "Hi?" He raised his brow, praying the other didn't think he was staring at him. He could smell two scents… one of which was definitely an Alpha… it smelled like candy watermelons, which was unusual for an Alpha, but still very pleasant.

 

"My name's Taehyung… this is my friend, Jimin's, number… the one you had the staring contest with." He winked, handing over a card. "He thinks you’re cute."

 

"And he's pretty childish if he sent you to tell me." He quirked a brow, taking the card regardless.

 

Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. "Are you kidding?! He'd kill me if he knew! I just came to grab my non-existent coat." He shrugged, waving before leaving, a hop in his step.

 

Yoongi hummed, looking down.

 

Park Jimin

Massage Therapist in Training

 

He blinked. Was this some weird way of picking people up? He flipped the card, snorting. It had the school's stamp on it, showing he was a student in training, as well as his number. Adorable.

 

He tapped it against the bar a few times. Well… he'd come back tomorrow. If Jimin was here, then great, if not, then it wasn't meant to be. But he wasn't comfortable just randomly contacting someone without their permission.

 

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Jimin spent the following day running in circles whilst Taehyung sipped his apple juice.  "Should I go back tonight?! See if he's there? But what if I go all the way there and he isn't?" He suddenly gasped, looking horrified. "What if he is and thinks I'm a stalker?!"

 

Taehyung burst into a fit of laughter. "Ohmigod, child! Would you calm down?!" He howled, the other pouting at him. "Just go tonight. If he's there, awesome! If not, dance with me!"

 

"Jiyeong doesn't mind you going out all weekend?" He quirked a brow.

 

"Fuck no! She's on vacation with her parents and the kids! We could only afford three tickets and I wanted them to meet Jungwoo." He shrugged, the other smiling.

 

"You're an amazing Appa." Jimin said softly.

 

"I know, right?" He winked, grinning vibrantly, the other laughing.

 

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"Hey, sorry about last night." Namjoon sat on the bench next to the Omega.

 

Yoongi shrugged. "S'fine. How's Jackson? All full of your medicine?" He quipped, smirking.

 

Namjoon went a dark red, clearing his throat. "He's better…"

 

"I bet."

 

"Yah." He huffed. "I can tell you anything, right, Hyung?"

 

"Of course." He shrugged. Honestly, he was concerned. Namjoon and he, although a year apart, didn't really bother with honorifics. They were best friends.

 

"We had a scare. Jack… he had a false positive pregnancy test so… I had spent the day with him." He said a bit shyly, the other's brows shooting up. "He had very mixed feelings after. He's not ready for kids, so he was relieved he wasn't pregnant… but at the same time it hurt his heart knowing he wasn't an Appa… I didn't want to just… fuck off when he was feeling vulnerable like that, you know?" He looked at the other with such sad, round eyes.

 

Yoongi smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I get it. I'm glad you stayed. It was the right decision." He gave the other's back a pat. "Keep me updated on how he's doing, okay?"

 

"Of course." He smiled.

 

"Hey, how'd your Abnormal Psychology exam go?" Yoongi knew the other had been concerned about it.

 

"Fine, got a 97." He shrugged, the other rolling his eyes.

 

"Why do you always panic? You test great. You're going to be an amazing therapist."

 

"Oh?" He gave a cheeky smile. "And what makes you think that?"

 

He rolled his eyes again. "Ha-ha, you brat."

 

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It was Saturday night and Jimin was at the club again.

 

"Dude… you're shaking like crazy." Taehyung snickered.

 

"I don't see him." Jimin whispered, looking at the people.

 

The younger rolled his eyes. "The doors opened ten minutes ago, Jimin… there's twenty people in here. Give it time."

 

He sighed, nodding and heading to the bar.

 

Taehyung managed to get three shots in him, pulling the other out to the dance floor. But Jimin's heart just wasn't in his dancing. He couldn't stop the slight ache that filled his chest. Why was he so disappointed that the other wasn't there? He didn't even know his name!

 

He sighed, his shoulders slumping. He was about to tell Tae he wanted to leave when he felt a tingle run up his spine. His eyes widened, a knowing keen leaving his lips. He turned, seeing the mint haired man walk into the bar, hands in his pocket, looking oh so suave. He swallowed thickly, their eyes locking.

 

Yoongi threw a smirk and quirked brow at the other as he headed to the bar, leaning against it.

 

Jimin's eyes snapped to the other's ass, his head turning slightly, Taehyung laughing at him. He licked his lips, his feet starting to hesitantly shuffle forwards. The man turned, looking at him over his shoulder, his lips quirking up again.

 

Jimin spun, hightailing it out. Taehyung let out a loud frustrated groan, thumping after his chicken shit friend, throwing an apologetic look over his shoulder.

 

Yoongi huffed, flopping down in his seat. He had worn tighter clothes and everything, too.

 

"Hey, sexy-"

 

"No." Yoongi spun, immediately heading to the exit, avoiding the strange Alpha that hit on him. He dressed up for that Jimin, dude, not whoever that burly guy was.

 

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The following weekend went the same damn way. Both showed up, Jimin running like his ass was on fire and Yoongi getting seriously tired of this bullshit. He didn't want to keep luring someone that wasn't interested, no matter how weird he made his spine feel.

 

So here he was, again. After a month of playing cat and mouse. He watched the Alpha dance, his tongue swiping along his lips. He knew Jimin was purposely adding a little extra to his movements to catch Yoongi's attention. And fuck was it ever working. But how could he convince the Alpha to come to him instead of running away like a chicken? He leaned back in his chair, letting his legs spread slightly.

 

Jimin's movements slowed to a stop, his eyes widening as he watched nimble fingers hike up a thin thigh. It trailed along the broad chest, the other stopping with his hand just below his face. He cocked his head to the side, bending his finger, silently asking the other to come over.

 

Jimin sputtered, glancing around nervously. Was the mint haired god seriously motioning him?! He hesitantly took a few steps forwards, seeing the other stand. His breath hitched, panic starting to set in.

 

The stranger reached out, grasping the front of the other's shirt firmly, tugging the shocked Alpha closer. "You run away again, I so swear." He gave a pointed look, the other blushing.

 

"W-what?"

 

"I like how you dance." He said loudly, the other's breaths hitching. "Teach me?"

 

Jimin nearly exploded in his pants, a whine leaving his throat. Taehyung was hopping up and down like a maniac behind him, he just knew it. He kept his attention on the other. "Okay." He nodded, his hand shakily reaching down to press to slim hips.

 

Yoongi shivered at the touch, feeling strong hands start to guide him, the shorter stepping closer.

 

Neither fully understood. What they did know was this: Both were very attracted to each other. Both felt almost giddy, and the closer they pressed, the better their insides felt.

 

Yoongi let out a soft moan, turning to press his rear against the other's front, hearing the predatory growl. "Mmm, really now, Alpha?" He teased, swaying his hips.

 

Jimin groaned, pulling him tighter. He dropped his head to the other's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of peaches. He moaned, his tongue snaking out before teeth nipped the flesh, pulling heavy pants from the other.

 

"Fuck." Yoongi breathed out, his head falling back towards the other's shoulder, opening up his throat.

 

"What's your name?" Jimin felt something deep in the pit of his stomach.

 

"Yoongi." The older croaked out, feeling the hardness against his ass and back.

 

"I'm Jimin." He murmured, nipping the other's ear, humming at the delicious moan it received. "Can we go to mine?"

 

Yoongi let out a shiver, whimpering.

 

Jimin quickly grasped the larger hand, pulling the Omega to the exit and hailing a cab. They sat in the back, panting, eyes locked and fingers twitching. Jimin knew that once he started, he wasn't going to want to stop, so it was best to wait until they were in the other's apartment.

 

They half ran up the three flights of stairs, not wanting to wait for the stupid elevator.

 

The second Jimin's door slammed shut, the automatic lock sounding, Jimin grasped either side of his face, pulling him in for a frantic kiss.

 

The older let out a loud, lewd moan, grasping the other's black shirt, shoving it upwards. Jimin moaned, quickly yanking it off and tossing it aside.

 

"Fucking shit…" Yoongi's eyes trailed along the other's stomach, swallowing thickly. "O-oh… wow… wasn't expecting that…"

 

Jimin grinned, his chest filling with pride. He tilted the other's chin up, quirking a brow. "Like what you see?"

 

Yoongi hummed, his hands reaching out to press to the other's stomach. "What do you think?" He nipped the other's ear, hearing the growl. "I like when you growl." He whispered into the other's ear.

 

Jimin's chest vibrated again, his hands reaching down to tug the dark shirt up. "Mmm, take it off." He demanded.

 

Yoongi paused. "I ah… I'm not…"

 

Jimin gave a small smile, leaning down to share a tender kiss. "I don't care what your stomach looks like. I just want to feel you. Please?"

 

The older shivered, letting his arms raise so the other could pull his top off. He blushed slightly, hungry eyes jumping everywhere. He was worried at first when all he heard was panting. But finally Jimin seemed to break out of his stupor.

 

"Holy fuck you're gorgeous. Why are you so pale, though?" He pressed his tanned hand to the other's stomach, feeling it contract slightly beneath his touch.

 

"Dunno. Just am." He shrugged, gripping strong biceps.

 

They both froze when they felt it. There was a warmth in the pits of their stomachs, spreading through their bones. "Shit…" Jimin's eyes widened. "I-I think… I think a rut…"

 

His breaths were shaky. "Yeah, I think my heat's kicking in." He croaked out. He could already feel the tingle down his spine and the dampening in his crease.

 

Jimin swallowed nervously. "Sh-should we… stop?"

 

Yoongi stared into dark eyes. He wasn't due for a heat, and judging by the other's surprise, he wasn't due for a rut… maybe… maybe this was a sign? He slowly shook his head. "No… keep going."

 

Honestly he was terrified. Yoongi was brought up with Alphas, teased mercilessly and harassed all through school and by family… because of this he'd always avoided relationships. But Jimin… for the first time ever he found himself wanting to sleep with someone… to be intimate with someone… to be knotted by someone… no… to be with Jimin. "Please."

 

Jimin swallowed hesitantly. He'd only ever knotted one other person and they dumped him almost immediately after. But… he wasn't even dating Yoongi… hell he didn't even know his fucking last name. Without answering verbally he pressed their mouths back together, hearing the mewl leave the older. "Let's make a nest, okay?"

 

He nodded. "Okay." He watched as the other went into the bedroom, dragging the mattress out into the living room. The older's cheeks went dark as the other immediately fell into his role, getting everything they would need.

 

Yoongi hesitantly slipped into the bedding, rearranging it to make it more comfortable. When he finished he sat awkwardly in the middle, sitting on his calves, gripping the rips in his jeans.

 

"Can I enter?" Jimin asked softly, placing one hand in the bedding.

 

Yoongi stared at him for a long moment. Was he really thinking of losing his virginity to someone he didn't know? "Yes." he nodded, already reaching out for the other.

 

Jimin crawled over, their mouths meeting quickly as he laid Yoongi back into the fabrics. Soft sighs left both as clothing was stripped away, both laying bare in warm fabrics.

 

The younger busied himself between thin thighs, moaning at the other's cries. He found himself quickly becoming addicted to the noises, needing to hear more and more. When he had shifted up and pressed his fingers to the other's entrance he was more than surprised at how wet the older was. Yoongi just blushed, bashfully turning away and whining slightly.

 

Jimin smiled, leaning down to press their lips back together, pushing his digits forwards and shifting them inside.

 

Yoongi arched high, a grunt leaving him as his brows furrowed. It felt odd, having someone else’s fingers inside him… but so fucking good. He moaned, relaxing as he let the Alpha take control.

 

Strong hips slid between parted thighs and Yoongi gasped, gripping tight when he felt the younger start to push through. It was weird… the stretch felt odd, a pressure forming inside. But the rubbing along his walls was… amazing to put it simply. And when his prostate was hit? Seeing starts was no longer an exaggeration in his mind. He clawed and cried out, thrashing and pushing down as the burning need filled him to the brim. He felt the other expanding and wrapped his legs tight, afraid Jimin would pull back or chicken out at the last minute.

 

The shorter let out a strangled grunt when he caught, pressure surrounding him perfectly. He rocked, the other sobbing under him. A loud moan fell from his lips when he came, pushing in deep and rocking.

 

They stayed pressed for a long moment, both drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, pants filling the room. Yoongi let out a deep chuckle, his eyes closed and hands leisurely rubbing up and down the other's back. "Fuck that was good."

 

Jimin blushed, smiling bashfully. "Really?"

 

He smiled. "I can honestly say it was the best I've ever had." Yoongi hummed, letting their lips brush again. "Do you have anywhere to be?"

 

He did. Tomorrow Jimin had an exam and the following day he was supposed to go see his parents… "No." He shook his head. "Just need to be here." He could see the joy that filled the Omega's eyes and it made his chest flip happily.

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Warnings: Coarse language, MPREG, Fearfulness, anxiety, awkwardness

 

Chapter 2: Miscommunication Hurts

 

Four days went by. The two were pressed tight throughout the whole ordeal. The younger made food, surprising the Omega, and always making sure he stayed hydrated. He had never felt more in his element than in those days. And Yoongi? Yoongi had the most adorable face, full of such adoration and trust as he watched Jimin, and even goofed around between rounds.

 

But sadly, their combined heat and rut came to an end. Jimin and he stood awkwardly in the doorway, clearing his throats as Yoongi blushed bashfully. "Thanks for ah… helping."

 

The younger smiled, tilting the other's chin up when his head ducked down. He pressed their lips together, hearing the sigh. "Mmm, thanks for letting me." He playfully nipped the other's chin. He sighed sadly. "I've got to get to class though. Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home first?"

 

"Oh?" Yoongi frowned, running his hands and wrists along the other's body, subconsciously scenting him.

 

"Mmm, yeah." He kissed the other again, gently holding slim hips. "Gotta tell my professor I was helping my Omega through a heat."

 

"Oh?" He quirked a brow, his insides jumping excitedly. Jimin wanted to be his Alpha?!

 

"Yeah. I highly doubt he'll let me make up my exam if I tell him I was helping a random Omega through his heat." He snickered, kissing the other's cheek.

 

Yoongi froze, the colour draining from his face. Random Omega? "Right… yeah. Good luck on your exam." He said quietly.

 

"Thanks. See you around, Yoongi-yah." He pressed their lips together once more before slipping out of the building, heading towards his college. It felt wonderful to be wanted again. He really hoped Yoongi would agree to go on a proper date with him! He really wanted to see where this would go.

 

Yoongi, meanwhile, felt his throat tighten painfully. He looked back at the building, knowing his nest was in the other's living room, his lip trembling. Jimin saw him as some random Omega? Were… were his feeling really one sided? He made it home in record time and pulled his bedding into his living room. He created a nest, sobs trying to break out as he did before he crawled into the nest, sniffling and pulling the blankets up. He let himself fall apart, muffling the sounds by the sheets. He waited so long to give himself to someone. He waited until it felt right and perfect… and yet all he was, was someone's release. Someone's random Omega.

 

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Jimin was kicking himself in the ass. He didn't get Yoongi's number and he had no idea where the fuck he lived! He did give him his number, but all he received was silence from that end. It had been a goddamn month and a half, and he was still broken up. He had gone to the club every weekend, staying from opening until closing, trying to see if Yoongi would show… but he never did… had… had it really been a one night stand? He swore he felt a connection… maybe… maybe it was all in his head?

 

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Yoongi sighed, gripping his stomach. For two weeks now he's had a goddamn stomach flu. He didn't know what the fuck kind of bug this was, but he would really like it to go the hell away now!

 

"You okay?" Namjoon asked, rubbing his shoulders from behind.

 

"Mmm." He hummed. "Please stop doing that. I'm gonna puke."

 

"Sorry." He flinched, stepping back. "Anything I can do?" He knew Yoongi didn't get butterflies over shows. He'd been playing piano and performing his whole life… so this was something else. He just, didn't know what.

 

He shook his head, sighing when he was called up. He walked to the piano, sitting on the bench and waiting for his cue to start his piece. He managed a whole thirty seconds before he felt it. The bile rose up his throat, his hands stuttering on the keys. "Oh fuck." He spun, heaving beside the bench, the area silent with the exception of his retching. He whimpered, feeling a hand on his back.

 

"It's okay, Hyung. Come on, I've got you." He helped the groaning man stand, taking the garbage can from one of the extras.

 

They had to stop a few times so Yoongi could empty his stomach, much to the older's horror. He sat on a bench, a frown on his face as he hugged a pail. This sucked serious ass. It was his goddamn exam piece! He frowned when he saw his teacher rush over.

 

She reached out, feeling his forehead and frowning. "Are you alright?" She asked, sitting beside him.

 

He felt like a child in the principal's office, waiting for his damn mommy. "Yeah. Flu bug."

 

"Still?" She frowned, him nodding. "Yoongi-yah, it's been two weeks… are you sure it's just a flu bug? It seems to be getting worse."

 

"What else could it be?" He quirked a brow before his breath hitched and he dunked his head back into the bucket, everyone flinching.

 

She sighed. "You're an Omega, right?"

 

Namjoon furrowed his brows as Yoongi stiffened. "Yeah, he is, but he's never-"

 

"Fuck." He groaned loudly, sitting up and thumping his head off the wall. "Fuck!" He barked out.

 

The younger froze, turning to him. "Hyung… why the hell are you cursing? What aren't you telling me?"

 

The teacher took her leave as Yoongi sighed heavily. He looked at the other, his eyes watering. "I can tell you anything, right?" He croaked out as a call back to Namjoon asking when he had his pregnancy scare with Jackson.

 

His eyes went round. "Holy shit… did… did you get knotted?"

 

He let out a slow breath, accepting the water from a concerned classmate. He sipped the cool liquid. "Two months ago." He muttered. "I met an Alpha at the bar. He was… perfect, Namjoon." He looked at the other, his eyes hallow. "But he fucked off after."

 

"Oh, Yoongi-yah." He frowned, sitting beside the other.

 

Yoongi pushed the lump in his throat down, his eyes watering. "What do I do?" He asked, looking at the younger. "What if I'm pregnant?"

 

"First things first." He said firmly. "No what ifs or buts until we go to the doctor. We can make an appointment for this afternoon and have a test done. Okay? Then we will worry about step two."

 

Yoongi groaned. "Well, if I'm pregnant." He muttered out. "That explains the pickles and ketchup."

 

He blinked. "Since when do you like pickles?"

 

"Since last week." He muttered. "But only with ketchup. Otherwise they're too…" His breath hitched, his head back in the pail. "Ugh, kill me."

 

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Namjoon frowned as he sat beside the older on his couch. "Well… step two." He said softly.

 

Yoongi glared down at his phone, a hand on his stomach. The doctor confirmed that he was pregnant. He wasn't really sure what to think. He just took the prescriptions for vitamins and went home, Namjoon driving him. Now he sat on the couch with Jimin's number on the phone, fingers hovering over the letters. "Maybe I'll just keep it and not tell him." He said suddenly, looking at the other for help.

 

Namjoon gave a fond smile. "Yoongi… don't take his options away. Just… be honest and blunt. Be you." He gently gave his bicep a pat.

 

Yoongi nodded. "Yeah… okay…" He let out a breath, reading as he typed. "Hey, it's Yoongi. You helped me with my heat."

 

"Good!" Namjoon nodded. The response was almost immediate, startling both of them.

 

"Shit that was too fast!" He half squeaked out. "I-I-I-I don't know what-shit! What do I say?"

 

"What did he say?" Namjoon countered.

 

"He asked how I am and if things are good." He murmured. He let out a loud groan. Sending his second text. "Not really. You knocked me up. Can we meet for coffee to discuss our options and your future involvement?"

 

Namjoon shrugged. "Well, that's certainly blunt and to the point…"

 

Yoongi hit send.

 

There was a pause this time.

 

No text message came immediately after.

 

He sat staring at the phone, his brow sweating for two minutes.

 

Incoming call: Alpha-Jimin

 

He squawked. "No! No I don't want a phone conversation!" He half shrieked, looking at his friend horrified. "What do I do?!"

 

"Answer it!"

 

"I don't want-"

 

"Min Yoongi! Answer the fucking phone!"

 

"UGH! Hello?" He cleared his throat, trying to pretend his intestines weren’t trying to crawl out his stomach.

 

Jimin's breaths were a bit shaky on the other end. He had received the text and everything in his being stopped. He felt like he hit a brick wall. He quickly packed up his books, leaving in the middle of his lesson, dialing the other the second he was clear. "H-hey… you're ah…" He left it hanging.

 

Yoongi let a sigh out through his nose. "Yeah. Can we meet?"

 

"Y-yeah, of course. We can meet at the bar across from campus and head to a coffee shop from there?" He asked nervously.

 

"Be there at eight."

 

"Okay."

 

They both hung up, Jimin running to the shop, his heart pounding in his chest. There had to be a mistake, right?... Right?

 

Yoongi, however, was calmly getting his shoes, and the key to his car. He said goodbye to Namjoon, promising to call him later, and headed to the closed bar. He parked, slipping out and walking to the front. Jimin was already bouncing on the heels of his feet, panting as if he’d just returned from a marathon. He raised his brow.

 

"I ah… ran…" He gave a sheepish look, the other blinking.

 

"Oh?"

 

"Y-yeah, I was in class and had to run home… then here… uhm… coffee?" He pointed to the nearest shop, seeing the other shrug.

 

"Class? It's like, eight o'clock." He looked at the other as they walked.

 

"Yeah, I take a few night courses." He admitted quietly.

 

Yoongi nodded in understanding. "What ah… what do you do?" He blushed when Jimin opened the door for him.

 

"I'm training to be a massage therapist. I want to run my own practice." He said softly, heading to the counter. "What can I get you? My treat… since… y'know…" He awkwardly pointed to the older's stomach, clearing his throat.

 

"Since you knocked me up?"

 

"Y-yeah." He gave a sheepish smile.

 

Yoongi chuckled. "Calm down, Jimin. It takes two to tango." He murmured. "I spread my legs and wanted to stay. I take it black."

 

He nodded, going up and paying. He turned, startling slightly… where was… oh, he already found a seat. He smiled, walking over and sitting across from the other. He nervously drummed his fingers along the table. "H-how far?" He croaked out.

 

Yoongi sighed. "Seven weeks." He said quietly. "Almost eight." He watched the other nod, running a hand through orange locks.

 

"Is… there a photo?"

 

"Need proof?" He quirked a brow.

 

Jimin's eyes widened. "No! No! I just… I wanted to see it… if…if it looked like a baby yet." His cheeks went red as he started fidgeting with his latte.

 

Yoongi watched him with a calculative stare. "Do you believe me?"

 

He startled, looking at the other. "I…" He sighed. "Yes and no? I don't know. It's very… sudden… and… how would I know if it's mine?" He saw the affronted look. "N-n-not that I think you're a whore or something!"

 

Yoongi glared. "Well that's reassuring." He growled out angrily. "You know what, I shouldn't have done this."

 

"Please!" Jimin half hopped up when the other turned in his chair. "Please… please don't go." He half begged, one hand held out as if it would magically keep the older in his seat.

 

Yoongi sighed, sitting back down. "Fine. And it's yours. Trust me."

 

He nodded. "I trust you." He didn't know why he did, but he did. He could see the other sitting uncomfortably, unsure of where to go from there. "What do you do?" He asked, getting a noise of surprise. "I'm in school and an intern… what about you?"

 

Yoongi's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting the other to actually take an interest in his life. "I ah… composer. Piano, mostly. I… want to teach kids."

 

He let out a sound of awe, smiling brightly. "That's beautiful! Will you play for me sometime?" He asked a bit excitedly.

 

He couldn't stop the chuckle that bubbled out. "You look like I offered to take you to Disney land." He hummed, sipping his coffee. "And maybe. If we're ever in a room together that has a piano, I'll play. Deal?"

 

He nodded almost frantically. "Deal! And I can give you a massage!" He paused at the other's raised brow. "N-not like a rub and tug! Well… I mean unless you wanted one…" He trailed off slightly.

 

Yoongi noticed the blush and stammering. He smirked and decided to play a little bit. "You offer everyone rub and tugs?"

 

His eyes went round. "No! No! Never! I-I just… I mean, you're already pregnant with my kid… so… it wouldn't be that weird." He shrugged, trying his best to play it cool.

 

Yoongi flinched slightly. Right… he only wanted to touch him because they had a kid. He watched the lady as she started cleaning up. He sighed, looking at the other, knowing he would hate himself. But… he just… needed something. "Let's go back to yours, talk more privately about said baby."

 

He let out a sound of surprise before nodding. "A-ah, yeah, sure." He stood up, shifting nervously as he waited for the other. "It's a bit of a walk." He shifted his books to this other arm, tossing the empty latte out. "Are… you okay to walk for a while? Will it hurt the baby?"

 

He smiled, chuckling. "The baby's fine, and I thought we could just take my car." He held up the keys, a beep sounding.

 

"Oh… yeah, that works too…" He grinned, opening the driver side for Yoongi.

 

He raised his brow. "You know I can open doors, right?"

 

"Huh?" He furrowed his brow before registering what he was doing. "Oh, shit, sorry. I ah… I didn't notice." He blushed, the other giving a chuckle.

 

"Get in and give me directions, doorknob."

 

"Okay." He smiled, jogging around to the passenger's side.

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Warnings: Coarse Language, nesting,  MPREG, sexual situations, anal fingering, anal sex, erotic massage ;), family drama :(

 

Chapter 3: Family

 

The drive was mostly quiet, Jimin telling him when to turn and such. This time they took the elevator up to the apartment, slipping in. Yoongi's brows immediately met his hairline. The other's mattress was in the center of the living room, blankets folded next to it. "What ah… what's with that?" He nodded at it.

 

His face went dark. "I… I kind of bussed home and… showered and… that." He motioned to it shyly. "I-I don't know why… you said you were pregnant and the next thing I knew I was home making a nest." He gave a sheepish smile.

 

Yoongi looked around the room, actually able to take in his surroundings this time. He breathed in, the watermelon candy scent filling his lungs. It felt so… right… standing there. He startled slightly when hands landed on his hips.

 

"Do… you maybe want to nest with me for a bit? W-whilst we talk or whatever?" He offered.

 

Yoongi hummed in thought. He was a bit scared. If he agreed… what if he didn't want to leave? Would he have to get a police escort?! What if his hormones made him go super territorial and-oh he was pulling him onto the mattress!

 

Jimin chuckled when he saw the internal battle, eyes fixated on the mattress. He grasped a larger hand, leading the Omega onto the bed, smiling fondly. "Will you help me make a nest? I'm not very good at it yet." He sat on his knees, Yoongi hesitantly copying.

 

He stayed a bright red as they shifted fabrics around, eyes locking and looking away bashfully. Once they finished Jimin laid back, holding an arm up for the other.

 

Yoongi nervously laid beside him, letting his head press to the strong chest. He listened to the other's heartbeat, his own calming as fingers drew patterns on his back.

 

"… What's your last name?" Jimin asked rather suddenly, getting a snort.

 

"Min."

 

"Min Yoongi." He hummed, nodding. "It’s nice… do… you know what it is yet?" He asked, referring to the baby.

 

"No." He shook his head, his hand hesitantly pressing to the other's sternum.

 

"Any name ideas?" He got another headshake. "That's okay. There's time." He said quietly. "Can… can I… smell it?"

 

Yoongi's brows shot up. "Excuse me?" What the fuck did he want to smell?!

 

"I-I read that… when there's a baby and it's a certain amount of weeks… you can start to smell the Alpha's scent… and… I want…"

 

He glared. "To what? Make sure it's yours?" He half growled, sitting up.

 

"No." He shook his head. "I just… want to smell it and… feel it and…" He sighed, looking at the other with such hopeful eyes. "Please?"

 

Yoongi swallowed a few times before hesitantly nodding and laying on his back.

 

Jimin let out an excited breath, sliding down. He pressed a hand to the flat area, nervously leaning down. He pushed the other's shirt up before pressing his nose to his bellybutton. He breathed in, frowning. All he smelled was peach. He shifted lower, repeating… and lower… and lower- "Oh…" He paused, his nose pressing firmly into the other's abdomen. "O-oh…" He could smell it… Watermelon. A high keen left his throat and he sat back, his hands starting to shake. There really was a baby… and it was his… he was gonna be an Appa… Holy shit…

 

"Jimin?" Yoongi could see the other's expressions. He knew the younger believed him now. He was pale and sweaty and breathing weird. He sighed. "I think… Look…" He sat up. "You don't have to stick around, or whatever." He shrugged. "It's not like it was planned or-" His eyes widened, a sound escaping his throat.

 

The younger had rather suddenly pressed their lips together without much warning at all. Yoongi's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the touch, pleased sounds leaving him.

 

Jimin pulled the other's shirt up and over his head before removing his own. He attached his mouth to a pale neck, gently rubbing the other through his jeans, pulling more delicious noises from him. "Do you trust me?"

 

The question caught Yoongi off guard. He didn't even know this man… and yet… "Yeah…" He gave a hesitant nod.

 

"Okay… I want… lie back and relax, okay?" He undid the other's jeans, getting a raised brow. "Will… you strip for me?"

 

He snorted. "What? Like a strip tease?"

 

"Well I mean, I wouldn't say no." He grinned cheekily. "But I mostly meant for you to lie naked so I can give you a massage because you're unbelievably tense." He shrugged.

 

Yoongi furrowed his brows. "I'm not tense."

 

Jimin sighed, pressing his fingers to the other's shoulder and neck muscle. "I noticed during your heat that right here." He added pressure, shifting his hand. Yoongi hissed slightly. "You get a knot."

 

He blinked, the other stopping. It did feel better… He nervously shimmied out of his bottoms. It wasn't like they'd never been naked with each other before… but he was still feeling rather… shy about it. He watched the other beam and hop up, going to a box. "Why are you so excited?"

 

"I never get to practice outside of class!" He grinned.

 

Yoongi frowned. So he was doing this so he could practice?

 

"Can you roll?"

 

The older sighed, rolling onto his stomach, hands under his head.

 

"Oh, uhm, hands down as your sides… do you want a courtesy sheet for your butt or…"

 

He snorted. "S'fine, Jimin."

 

"Okay… So… I'm going to use some oils, just… try and relax, okay?"

 

Yoongi nodded, letting out a slow breath.

 

He startled slightly when slippery hands pressed to his back. They were warm and rough and pressed perfectly. A moan slipped past his lips, his cheeks heating up.

 

"That's a good sign!" Jimin beamed, humming happily. He always wanted to try this… plus… well… who better than his possible future mate, right?!

 

Yoongi tried to relax, feeling rather embarrassed every time a sound escaped his mouth. But then… then Jimin started praising him and it made everything so much worse.

 

Yoongi had let out another moan, relaxing into the bedding a bit more. "That's it, Yoongi-yah, just like that." Jimin said softly. "That's a good boy, relax and let Alpha take care of you." He wasn't sure why those particular words were falling from his lips, but he didn't want to take them back, especially after seeing the shiver that ran through the other and hearing the mewl leave his mouth.

 

The younger shifted further down, working near the other's tailbone, pulling a throaty groan from him. "You'll start getting a lot of strain here as the baby grows." He warned, rubbing carefully. "Make sure to be careful."

 

Yoongi hummed his understanding, his eyes closed. He breathed in the amazing scents from the oils and the Alpha pheromones. It was perfect and practically putting him to sleep.

 

His eyes shot open when hands left his body, pressing to his calves. A knowing keen left his throat as the other worked his way up. He couldn't stop his thighs from tensing slightly when the younger neared his most private of places.

 

"Shh, just relax, you're safe, baby. I promise." He reassured. "If you get uncomfortable just say red and I'll back off, okay?"

 

"Promise?" He croaked out.

 

"I swear it."

 

Yoongi nodded, letting himself relax into the bedding. He felt the younger shift his muscles, rubbing perfectly, getting higher and higher up. A moan left him when Jimin reached his inner thighs, paying extra attention to the space where his leg met his ass. On instinct his canted his hips, just slightly. His breaths were ragged and his goddamn member was throbbing against the bedding, begging for something.

 

"Yoongi-yah?" He asked softly, getting a moan. "Can… can I…" He pushed his thumbs along the other's crease, spreading just slightly.

 

Yoongi let out a whimper, nodding his head. "Yeah. You can fuck me." His hands shifted up beside himself, fisting in the blankets. He could hear the excited breath that left the other as slippery digits pressed to his entrance. He moaned, melting into the fabric as the younger slowly stretched him. He let out coos and whines when his bundle of nerves was gently massaged, pulling throaty groans from both.

 

The fingers disappeared and he felt the younger slowly lay along his back.

 

"You're sure?" He asked softly, kissing the other's scent gland.

 

Yoongi shivered, his heart pounding in his chest and body buzzing. "Yeah, please."

 

Two gasps filled the room as the younger slowly pushed forwards, breaching the taller.

 

Yoongi groaned feeling him push in deep, pants leaving both. Talented fingers ran along his sides, pulling soft hums from him as Jimin's movements started. It was slow and careful and perfect.

 

Jimin chewed his lip, carefully pulling the other's hips up so he'd go up on his knees.

 

Yoongi's eyes widened, a sound a shock leaving him when a hand slid along his abdomen, pressing where his baby was slowly growing. Kisses were sprawled along his back, making his eyes flutter and his throat tighten. He came quickly after that, Jimin following suit.

 

The younger helped to lay the Omega down on his side against the shorter's chest so he could wrap his arms around the older.

 

They laid quietly for a long while, just basking in the afterglow of their orgasms and the comfort of each other. "Yoongi?" Jimin's voice was quiet.

 

The sound of his lips parting was almost deafening in the room. "Yeah?"

 

"I…" He held the other tighter to his chest. "I want to be there for you." He said softly. "Both of you. Can… I do that?" He asked, his heart hammering in his chest. "Can I raise it with you?"

 

Yoongi swallowed the lump in his throat, hearing the erratic, nervous beating and feeling the twitching fingers. He blinked the tears back. He was scared before that moment… he didn't realize just how terrified he was to do this with someone, never mind alone. He nodded. "Yeah, please do?"

 

Jimin tightened his arms again, sighing happily. "Thank you, Yoongi-yah." He nuzzled the other's hair, humming happily.

 

Yoongi snickered, playfully whacking the other's stomach. "Stop that."

 

"Aish." He kissed the older's head, reaching to the side to pull a blanket up and over them. "Let's nest, okay?"

 

He chewed his lip. "H-how long?" He asked nervously.

 

Jimin smiled. "Until the baby's born."

 

Right. Yoongi frowned. Of course he'd want him out once the baby was there. He just needed to nest for the pregnancy because his Alpha instincts were kicking in.

 

"Mmm, you should get some sleep, rest is good for the baby." He snuggled against the other. "And I'm kind of tired."

 

Yoongi smiled softly, his heart still hurting. "Yeah, okay. Goodnight, Jimin-ah." He whispered softly.

 

"Night Yoongi-Hyung… night little baby." He whispered the last part, one of his hands slipping down to try and press to it. He whined when he couldn't reach, the other chuckling and shifting higher up so the Alpha's hand could press to his abdomen, a sigh leaving both.

 

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Yoongi wasn't sure what would happen when he awoke the next morning, but breakfast in bed, hadn't even crossed his mind. He hummed, feeling someone rubbing his back affectionately, a wonderful aroma making his stomach gurgle. He blinked his eyes open, Jimin smiling.

 

"I tried to find foods that the web said would be good for morning sickness. So hopefully none of this will… come back…"

 

Yoongi stared, at a loss for words. He hesitantly sat up, taking the eating instruments. "Thank you…" He said, slightly astonished. No one had ever made him a meal before… besides his Eomma…

 

"Of course. I was wondering if you wanted to stay in tonight and watch movies until bed? Or a TV show? We could start a TV series." He offered, seeing the other's look of shock, his mouth hanging open slightly. "O-or a walk somewhere, or swimming, or whatever you want really." He started to fidget nervously under the other's stare.

 

Yoongi was baffled. He wanted to start a TV series with him?! He swallowed. "Yeah… I ah… I'd like to watch a series with you."

 

Jimin's face split into a giant smile. If Yoongi wanted to commit to the show… that meant they could commit to spending time together! "Do you want to move in?!"

 

Yoongi choked on his food, coughing hard, the other near shrieking, worried he's have to do the Heimlich or something.  When Yoongi's coughing settled down he looked at the other in disbelief. "What?!"

 

He gave a sheepish grin. "O-or not? I mean… it's kinda fast…"

 

"I've met you twice!" Yoongi flailed slightly. "Fast is an understatement! Can't we start with sleepovers? Why jump right into move-into-my-house?!"

 

Jimin blushed. Right… Just because Jimin was head over heels, didn’t mean Yoongi was! He should probably take it down a notch… or twelve… "O-okay… will you sleep over for a few nights?" He tried instead.

 

Yoongi saw the hope in dark eyes and sighed. "Yeah, I'll stay."

 

The smaller beamed, leaning over to kiss the other's cheek. "Okay, I'm gonna grab my plate and come join you."

 

Yoongi nodded, watching the Alpha in a pair of boxers rush off to the kitchen. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.

 

Honestly Yoongi thought the other's overly generous attitude would end after the first few days… but it didn't.

 

Yoongi and Jimin woke up in the mornings, the younger making breakfast for them whilst Yoongi picked a show for them. Yoongi would drive them to school when they had the same, or close to the same, schedules and then drive them home. They'd curl up in the nest and unwind with some television before Jimin would head out to his night class. Yoongi made dinner whilst he was gone so he could have a warm meal before settling down for the night.

 

Their life had slowly become routine.

 

Yoongi thought about leaving, going back to his apartment… but… Every time he tried to sleep, even just in Jimin's spare room, he had nightmares and ended up crawling into the other's bed. So they kept the nest out in the living room, spending their time together curled up. It was wonderful.

 

If only it could be real.

 

Every time Yoongi thought that maybe the other had fallen for him, he'd point out that something was his Alpha nature, totally squashing Yoongi's hopes.

 

Jimin, however, was trying to drop hints left, right, and centre, getting sweet smiles and yet cold shoulders. It was very, very confusing.

 

Then the day came. No… not the day their child would be born… the day Yoongi had gotten an ultrasound and seen Jimin sobbing as he hugged the picture, immediately calling his cousin to boast about having a little boy. It warmed Yoongi's heart to no end to see him so proud of their unborn baby. When the younger leaned over to press their lips together in a semi-sloppy kiss, he hurriedly accepted, happy to pretend for as long as he could. After all… who knew what would happen when the baby was born?

 

After he had the photo they went home. Jimin asked to borrow it, running, literally, to his cousin's home to show him his future nephew.

 

Yoongi took the time to stare at his phone, anxiety rushing through him. Finally, after a good half hour, he grabbed it, dialing the number he needed.

 

"Yoongi? Everything okay, dear? Usually you message first." His Eomma's voice broke through the line.

 

He felt his heart in his throat, one hand gripping the blanket. "Hi Eomma." He cleared his throat, sniffling slightly. "I ah… I have news."

 

"Oh? What happened, sweetheart?" Her concerned voice warmed his heart.

 

Maybe she'd understand? Maybe he was overreacting? "Eomma… I ah… I'm…pregnant." He finally squeezed out, one hand gripping the shirt over his stomach.

 

Yoongi was tense, so focused on the call he didn't hear Jimin come in, the younger closing the door quietly so as to not disturb the phone conversation.

 

His Eomma was quiet for a long time. "No." her voice came through, sounding gruff.

 

His breath hitched. "E-Eomma… it's… it's a boy and-"

 

"Get rid of it."

 

A croak left his throat, tears springing to his eyes. "W-what?!"

 

"How could you do this to us?! To me?!" Her voiced broke out, anger laced through it. "As if it wasn't bad enough you were an Omega, couldn't you at least have knocked some girl up?! What the hell is wrong with you, Yoongi?!"

 

A sob left him, his whole being crumpling forwards. Jimin stood just outside of the nest, a cross between devastated and furious.

 

"I'm done with your bullshit Yoongi. Either you get rid of it and fix your life, or you can forget us."

 

A wail left him when the line went dead.

 

Jimin quickly crawled over to the other, desperate sounds leaving his throat as he pulled his hysterical Omega onto his lap, trying to calm him. "Shh, baby… it’s okay!"

 

"They hate me!" He screamed out, his body trembling.

 

"Oh baby… no one can hate you. You're… you're too sweet to hate! My sweet, sweet… Sugabear." He nuzzled the other, hearing the hiccupped cries. "Shhh, baby. It's gonna be okay. You don't need people like that in your life."

 

"They're all I have!" He gripped the other's shirt, sobbing heavily into his neck.

 

"No, they aren't." His voice was so gentle. "You have me and our little baby. Sugabear… I'll always be here for you." He promised, kissing the other's forehead. "No matter what, I'll be here."

 

"F-forever?" He croaked out, coughing.

 

"Yeah, baby. Forever. Me you and… Yejun?"

 

He hiccupped again. "I like Y-Yejun."

 

He smiled. "I'm glad. Me too. Yejun…"

 

"Park Yejun." Yoongi sniffled, curled in tight. He heard the other's heart skip a beat.

 

"Y-you want him to have my last name?" He asked, astonished.

 

"Yeah." Yoongi sniffled. "You're right. We don't need people like that in our lives… I… I don't want him to have any association with the Min family at all… including the name. He's a Park. Like his Appa." His voice got quieter, but more confident as he went.

 

Jimin smiled, hugging the other tight. "The Park family." He said softly. "When the baby is born… will you stay here?" He asked. "Please?"

 

Yoongi chewed his lip. He knew staying meant he'd have to spend every day with Jimin, the man who didn't love him back, but it was better than seeing him once in a blue moon to drop off his child. "Yeah." He said softly. "We'll live with you."

 

Jimin smiled, his heart fluttering. He was going to have a family!

 

Of course he didn't know at the time it would take two years for Yoongi and him to actually hash out their concerns and properly be a family, but he was still happy regardless. There was a couple big hiccups, like after Yejun was born and Yoongi told Jimin to go find an Omega… he was very confused as to why… but Yoongi remembered Jimin telling him they could stay until the baby was born. He remembered all the times Jimin mentioned his instincts wanting him to do something. So even though it hurt his heart to no end, he gave the other the option to leave him. To find someone he wanted.

 

Neither expected Yoongi to react as badly as he had, in all honesty. Even Yoongi was shocked when he started yelling after Jimin came home, smelling like another Omega. Words flew from his mouth that he immediately regretted, ones he apologized for countless times. But Jimin never got mad.

 

Then there was the mix up involving Jungkook. Yoongi was convinced Jimin was sleeping with Jungkook. He always smelled like him. He blew off date nights and came home late because he was with him… it was hurting his heart… so he started pushing the other away again. Hard. He felt as if Jimin had kept him around because he couldn’t find someone better. So as soon as Jungkook came into the picture, Yoongi was convinced he was finally being replaced.

 

When Jimin finally learned the reason his Omega was so distraught everything got better. Why? Because once everything was finally sorted, their life together turned magical. The air was lighter, the colours brighter, and laughter was always filling their home. Yoongi rarely got angry enough to leave, and when he did, Jimin would pull him back, hold him close and let the older sob out his frustrations until he was ready to talk. And When Jimin was mad Yoongi did the same to him. It was so much better going to bed curled up close with soft 'I love you''s and gentle touches than the awkward nods they had before.

 

Everything was perfect.

 

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 TADA! The prequel to LMSM! I hope it clears some things up and you enjoyed it! If you read this first… hopefully it will help make the next part more comprehensive! Although it’s not really mentioned in LMSM, now you know why Yoongi is so estranged from his family and why he was so distant and hesitant about having one… because the one he did have was shit!

  

Shellyboo: Haha! Aweh! It’s all good! Squeal away! And thank you!!!

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