Helping [PART ONE OF THE HELPING SERIES]

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I was laying in bed when the door clicked open. It closed and I heard footsteps getting closer before hesitating at the bed's edge.

At last, I felt it dip and Yoongi laid down, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Jimin," he murmured, "I think I'm ready to talk now."

I turned to face him and buried my face into his neck. "I just wanna hold you for a bit before I say it."

He hugged me and held me close to his chest, our legs tangling together.

We laid there for a bit, just being there with our mate and wanting the peace to stay forever. But we had to talk this out.

"Okay," I whispered, kissing his collarbone.

"Why did you drug us?" He asked softly.

"I though that in a fake rut and heat, we would have better odds. I didn't know it would lower reproduction chances, but I really want pups."

"It's okay," he said, tucking some hair behind my ear as he held me close. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?"

I moved back and looked up at him before pressing my lips against his.
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Three days later:

"I'm very sorry, but I have to leave the band for health and personal reasons," I apologized to the camera. "I will still remain with BTS and ARMY every step of the way, even if I am not present in filming or stages. Even if you do not feel like I am here, I will always be there. Thank you for standing by my side and I hope life treats you well. I love you, ARMY and I am genuinely sorry for leaving the band. I loved every moment of it, so it hurts to have to leave. Thank you for being there for me and please stay for the other six."

Yoongi stopped recording and smiled at me, kissing my forehead.

"I'm so proud of you for doing this," he smiled, taking my hands into his. "Ready?"

I nodded, going to sit on his lap on the bed as he uploaded the video. At last, it was sent out to Twitter, Instagram, WeVerse, our other social media platforms, and to the company. He shut off his phone and set it on do not disturb before wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you," Yoongi said.

"I love you too," I smiled, cupping his cheeks and kissing him sweetly.

"Fuck, Jimin," he laughed. "It worked."

I laughed too, happy tears pricking up. "It worked."

"We're—" his wide grin faded in a second. "Fuck, I don't know how to do this." Yoongi looked panicked and about ready to shit himself. "Jimin, I don't know how to do this."

"We'll learn, hyung. Jin and Namjoon didn't know and they're doing great."

"But what if I hurt it?"

"You'll make it better. Like you always do."

"But—"

I hushed him, running my fingers through his hair. "Yoonie, it'll be okay. Besides, Jin, my mom, and your parents will help us too."

"I don't know shit about being a parent though," he said nervously.

"Neither do I. We can just watch Jin and Namjoon and learn with their pups."

He sighed and rested his head in the crook of my neck, holding my waist.

"I can't believe you're pregnant," he whispered.