I was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at my hands in my lap emotionlessly despite the raging sadness and confusion racing in my head. The bathroom door clicked open and Yoongi came in. I heard him let out a soft sigh before kneeling in front of me.
"Baby," he started, taking my hands. "You don't have to be able to have pups in order for me to love you. There are countless of other mates I could've had and absolutely hated, but you're here and I love you unconditionally. Yes, I know you've wanted pups practically your whole life, but we'll get through this. Okay? So please just smile for me. There are other ways we can have kids."
I didn't answer, just staring at our hands. A single tear fell down my cheek.
"Baby..." he trailed off, removing his hand to wipe the tear and cup my cheek.
"Hyung," I whispered, my voice cracking.
"What is it, Minnie?"
"Make me forget I can't do this."
"How do you want me to help?"
"Breed me," I breathed.
"Jiminie—"
"Hyung—just, please. Breed me."
"Jimin, I don't think this is smart right now. If I'm going to breed you, I want us both to be in the mood for it."
"I can get us in the mood for it," I said, desperation lacing my voice. "Just breed me. Knot me. Please."
"I don't normally refuse you things, but this... I have to draw the line here. You're—we're—not ready for this at the moment."
I took my hands out of Yoongi's and laid down, turning my back to him, facing the wall.
"Minnie—"
"Stop talking," I sniffled, curling up. "Don't—Don't touch me."
He sighed and I felt him start to get on the bed. I clenched my eyes shut and felt his hand on my side. There was a pang echoing in my body when I pushed it away.
"Go sleep somewhere else. I want to be alone."
"Baby, I'll always be open for you to talk to."
"Leave," I said shakily, curling up tighter into myself.
He was quiet before moving around. I felt a quick peck in my forehead and a whispered "I love you" before he got off the bed and the bedroom door clicked shut.
I turned to Yoongi's side of the bed and stuffed my face into his pillow, starting to cry again at the comfort and safety radiating off his scent-stained pillow. My sobs were muffled as I cried into the comfort item and I felt guilty for so many things.
Telling Yoongi to sleep somewhere else, being a crybaby bitch, not being useful enough to have pups, not able to satisfy my mate, not being able to get over this.
A miracle needed to happen for all of this to just go away.
And miracles didn't happen. Not in the real world.