Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I'm working on a YoonMin extra rn that shows off what kind of relationship they had those three years before the story took place and it'll be happier than the plot currently is. It's not done yet but hopefully I'll have it done by next week. I'm thinking of a NamJin extra as well so please look forward to it and thank you for staying with me to who ever is left. There will be a happy ending, so please endure it a bit longer bc this book is almost over. Again, thank you for staying with me and enjoy this chapter.

So I had found out that rut and heat drugs lasted for only a day. So when Yoongi and I woke up the following morning after a whole day of knotting and breeding, it was safe to say Yoongi was confused.

He shook it off and went to go make breakfast. A pang of guilt washed over me as I went into the bathroom to clean up. My eyes drifted over to one of the drawers. I opened it and saw the boxed pregnancy tests I had stock piled on. Taking one out, I felt another swing of guilt before shutting the bathroom door and taking the test.

I finished cleaning myself up as I waited for the results.

"Jimin?" I heard on the other side of the door.

"You can come in," I called.

My back was to Yoongi when he came in, but I turned around and froze a moment after.

"What's...this?" He asked, looking up from the packaging in his hand.

The rut and heat drugs.

"I—um..."

"Why were these in the back of a drawer, Chim? Were you going to use these?"

"Yoongi, I can explain, but you can't get mad, okay?"

"I'm not mad," he frowned, looking back at the medicine. "I'm just confused. Why would you need to use these?"

I looked at my feet. "Normal breeding wasn't working, so—"

"So you used these to get me to knot you more," he finished. I nodded and looked up at him.

"Are you mad?"

"No, just...confused. We could've waited until your heat or my rut—the natural ones—to do that. Jimin, you could've seriously gotten hurt."

"I used the right dosage! For both of us," I protested.

He eyes popped out of his head. "Us? You drugged me too?"

"Omegas can't take the rut medicine."

"Even so, you don't just do that, Jimin! This stuff lowers the chance of reproduction! If you wanted me to knot you in your heat or in your staged heat during my rut, you could've waited!"

"Well we weren't getting anywhere!" I whined, tears pricking the back of my eyes.

"You could've told me you felt like that and I could've tried to help you! Baby, the medicine only makes it feel like you're in heat or rut. It doesn't magically create it. The chance of getting pregnant on this stuff is little to none! It's basically viagra and birth control mixed into one."

The test beeped, saying the results were in, but I didn't go for it.

"I'm sorry that I really want a part of you with me! I'm sorry that I want to have your children! I'm sorry I'm not good enough to get them on my own! And I'm sorry you have a desperate omega as a mate! You could've done so much better than me, and yet you still stick with me. Why? Is it pity? Do you pity me so much that you have to take care of me and make sure I don't do stupid shit? If you wanted to, you could easily reject me and find someone else to be your mate."

"Jimin," he started before sighing. "I'm not going to reject you as my mate. I'm just worried for our—your—health."

"You pity me then. You think I'm pathetic."

"No. Never. I love you so, so much, but right now I just need some time to think."

"Think about what? How useless I am after all?"

"Just time to think. About everything."

He remained standing in the door for a bit before sighing and leaving the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked almost timidly.

"The studio. I just need to think about this."

"Us?"

"Yeah. Us."

I looked at the tiled floor again when the front door shut and Yoongi left me alone in his apartment. I picked up the test lifelessly, expecting the result already. I didn't even have to read it to know that it was—