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When Jin opens his eyes, he knows something’s wrong.
He listens, stiff as a board, to the sounds of the apartment around him. He can hear Hobi breathing softly in the bed beside his own, the sound of the refrigerator kicking on. The light patter of rain against the shuttered window.
The soft whine from the hallway.
Shrugging the blankets off, Jin rises quietly, careful not to disturb Hoseok as he edges his way to the door. The anxiety he feels in his bones grows as he sniffs the air, cracking the door to their room open just a bit.
It’s quiet and dark in the apartment, too late for anyone to be awake after a grueling day of schedules, and Jin relaxes just a bit when he’s met with silence. He waits, one minute, two, before resting his hand on the knob, slowly easing the door shut.
Another whimper.
The omega frowns, the hair on the back of his neck rising as he slips out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind him.
It’s hard to see in the darkness, and briefly Jin curses the fact that he left his phone plugged in on his nightstand. He presses a hand against the wall, carefully feeling his way towards the other rooms.
There’s nothing from Namjoon and Jungkook’s room, just the smell of contented alphas, and Jin nods once before pressing on. Yoongi’s snoring in his own room, the beta moving just slightly when Jin peeks in, Taehyung wrapped silently around him like an oversized blanket. Jin smiles, closing the door once again, and turns to the final room.
Jimin is quiet as Jin opens the door, and the elder is practically slapped in the face with the scent of vanilla.
Fuck.
Jin immediately heads over to Jimin’s bed, frowning as he places a hand on the younger’s shoulder, gently shaking him as he makes a note of the heat rolling off Jimin in waves. “Jimin-ah, you need to get up.”
He’s met with a whine, Jimin rolling over to avoid the other’s touch, and Jin winces when he sees the stain on the bed sheets. Those were Jimin’s favorites.
“Jimin-ah,” Jin says, shaking the other again, breathing through his mouth as the scent of vanilla thickens. “Time to get up, baby.”
“Hyung?” Jimin’s words are slurred with sleep as he finally squints open his eyes, curling up even more on the bed. Jin’s heart squeezes. “Hyung, what’re you doing here?”
“You need to get up, Jimin-ah, you’re going into heat,” Jin tells him, pulling back the covers, careful of the spots of slick.
It’s never easy, an omega’s first heat, and Jin has been expecting this ever since Jimin came of age, three months ago. He knows the pack is prepared, plenty of water bottles and snacks and nesting materials stocked for Jin’s own, but it’s different, taking care of the first one.
Jimin whines, staring at the stains on the sheets below him, the wetness in his clothes, and Jin frowns. Placing a finger underneath the younger’s chin, he slowly turns Jimin’s head back to face him. “Jimin-ah, it’s okay. Let’s get you up and changed, hm? Do you want a bath, or just want to get cleaned up?”
Jimin shudders, most likely wracked with cramps, and Jin winces in sympathy. “I—I don’t know, hyung, it hurts.”
Jin’s heart melts. “Hyung’s here, baby. Come on, let’s get you in the bath. It’ll help.”
He helps the younger man up, leaving the sheets for later, one hand wrapped around Jimin’s shoulder to pull him close against his side. He flicks on the hall lights, abandoning all pretenses of letting the others sleep; he’s been through his own first heat and the first heat of his brother. They’re going to need all hands on deck for this.
The bathroom is thankfully clean, and Jin immediately sets Jimin down on the closed toilet, plugging the tub and turning on the water. It only takes a few minutes for the water to heat up, running warm over Seokjin’s fingers, and he digs underneath the sink cabinet to retrieve one of the expensive bath bombs Taehyung had picked up overseas, knowing the younger wouldn’t mind.
He drops it into the tub, watching it fizz and spiral, releasing lavender-scented puffs of perfume before turning back to Jimin.
There’s a faint sheen of sweat on the younger’s forehead, and he hunches over his legs, arms wrapped protectively over his stomach. Jin sighs softly, running a hand through his packmate’s hair, combing it away from his eyes. “Jimin-ah, let’s get you in the bath. The warm water will help, I promise.”
Jimin whimpers in response, and Jin frowns. “Come on, pup, let’s go.”
He slides his hands underneath Jimin’s sleep shirt, carefully lifting it over the other’s head and arms, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he drops it in the corner. Jin helps him stand, carefully sliding the other’s pants and underwear off, determinedly ignoring the slick staining the cloth as he steers Jimin towards the bath, helping him step in.
Jin reaches in and swirls the water with his hand, and stiffens when he hears a sniff.
Oh no.
Jimin sniffles again, and Jin hurries to pet his hair soothingly, pumping out calming pheromones. “Hey, Jimin-ah,” he says, glancing towards the closed bathroom door. “It’s okay, it won’t last long, hmm?”
Jimin nods, but can’t seem to stop the sob that echoes throughout the bathroom.
Jin can hear the thumps and thuds of four alphas and one beta rousing from sleep, and accepts that the rest of his pack won’t be getting the much-needed rest that they deserve.
“S-sorry,” Jimin stutters out, voice hitching, and Jin doesn’t bother to resist the urge to nuzzle into the omega’s neck, swiping his glands with Jin’s own scent.
“Shh, baby, it’s fine, they were going to get up anyway when they started to really smell you. Just let hyungs take care of you, hmm?” Jin smiles, pulling back so Jimin can see, and is pleased when the younger gives him a shaky smile in return.
“Kook-ah isn’t a hyung,” Jimin mumbles, and Jin smiles. If the younger’s well enough to sass back, then he’s going to be fine.
“I’m sure you’ll remind him when he barges in here, spreading his stinky alpha scent,” Jin tells him, grabbing the bar of soap and lathering it between his hands.
He carefully rubs it all along Jimin, paying special attention to the scent glands on his wrists and neck, vanilla blooming in the bathroom. Jimin relaxes underneath Jin’s attention, slipping lower into the water until he’s up to his chin.
A rustling sounds outside the bathroom door, and Jin takes an experimental sniff before sighing. “Joonie, stop lurking and open the door.”
Namjoon opens the door just a crack, visibly stiffening from the concentrated scent in the bathroom, and Jin shoots him a warning look. The alpha closes his eyes briefly before collecting himself, mustering up a small smile. “Hey, Jimin-ah.”
“My stomach hurts,” Jimin mutters petulantly, scent turning sour-sad, and Jin winces at the onslaught.
“Alpha’ll get you medicine, hmm? Jin, is it still in your bedside table?”
Jin nods, relief flooding his bones at the thought of not having to leave the younger omega. “Yes, second drawer. Bring a glass of water? Or, send it with Jungkook, I’m sure he’s wearing a path in the carpet.”
Namjoon smiles, running a hand through his hair before glancing back out into the hallway. “Something like that,” he says, voice light and teasing. “Yoongi was threatening to hold him down if he didn’t stop.”
“Jungkook?” Jimin sits up in the bath, craning his neck to look at the door. “Where’s Jungkook, is he there?”
“I see who the favorite is,” Namjoon teases him before nodding back to Jin. “Be right back.”
Jin hums as the alpha leaves, the door shutting with a soft click. Jimin looks disappointed, and Jin scoops up a handful of warm water to dump on the omega’s head. “No pouting,” he says, smiling as Jimin sputters. “Let’s wash your hair and get you dressed, since everyone’s up we might as well have breakfast. Maybe make a nest, hmm?”
He scratches lightly at Jimin’s scalp before grabbing the omega’s favorite jasmine shampoo, dumping a generous amount in his palms and rubbing them together to lather it up. Jimin practically melts under his touch, sinking back down into the water, and Jin lets him as he carefully combs his fingers through his hair.
It’s silent in the bathroom except for the faint purr rumbling from Jimin’s chest, and Jin smiles.
A knock on the door breaks the comfortable silence, and before Jin can say anything the door is opening, revealing Jungkook. “Hyungs?”
“Come in, Kookie, you’re letting the warm air out,” Jin tells him, cupping a hand over Jimin’s eyes and beginning to rinse his hair. “Did Joonie send you with some medicine?”
Jungkook practically hops over, bringing the scent of mint with him, and Jimin whines. “Yeah, here you are hyung,” he says, carefully kneeling beside the tub and holding two small pills to the omega’s lips. “Namjoon-hyung says to take both.”
Jin watches as Jimin carefully wraps his lips around the pills, and then accepts the sips of water that Jungkook offers to wash them down. He focuses on the conditioner he pours on Jimin’s head, massaging it into the strands carefully. “Thank you, Jungkook-ah. Is everyone else awake?”
Jungkook preens under the praise, situating himself on his knees as he dips a hand into the water, carefully wrapping Jimin’s with his own. “Yeah,” he finally answers, eyes locked on to Jimin’s flushed face. “Yoongi-hyung started making eggs, Taehyungie-hyung is bringing all the nest stuff to the kitchen. In case Jimin-hyung wants them.”
Jimin warbles, a purely omegean sound, and Jungkook beams in response. “He even got the soft blankets from the top of the closet, the ones we got last week.”
The scent of pleased omega fills the room, and Jin smiles down at the two as he carefully rises Jimin’s hair. “Is Hoseok—”
“Taking Jimin-hyung’s sheets to the wash,” Jungkook tells him, finally glancing at his eldest hyung. “It didn’t get on the mattress, so he just put new ones on.”
“Good boy,” Jin tells him, and stands up to fetch a towel.
Jimin smells marginally happier as he allows the elder omega to help him out of the bathtub and dry him carefully, Jungkook taking a towel to Jimin’s hair while Jin makes sure to get every drop off of the younger’s back.
The rest of the apartment is quiet by the time that they make their way to the kitchen, Jimin wrapped carefully in Jin’s arms, Jungkook following behind the both of them closely. They find the rest of the pack in the kitchen, Yoongi silently scrambling eggs at the stove, Taehyung and Hoseok piling blankets underneath the table, Namjoon setting out plates and forks. All heads rise as they enter, zeroing in on the omega in Jin’s arms. The elder instinctively tightens his grip for a split second before slowly making himself relax.
It’s just the pack, he tells himself, even if the thought of someone trying to take Jimin from him makes him want to rip something apart. He settles for sitting down in his chair at the head of the table, pressing Jimin against his chest, hands stroking swirling patterns against the younger’s back. Jungkook takes up post beside him, scooting his chair closer so he can run a hand through Jimin’s hair, carefully brushing the scent gland on his wrist against the omega’s scalp, much to Jin’s amusement.
“Eggs, baby?” Yoongi asks, lips twitching up in amusement as six different voices hum their assent. “Not you monsters, the real baby in the room. Jimin-ah, eggs?”
“Yes, hyung,” Jimin mutters, whining softly against Jin’s neck. “Hurts, Jin-hyung,” he whispers, and Hoseok nudges Jin’s foot with his own.
Jin glances down to the sizeable nest underneath the table, sheltered and hidden, and smiles his thanks at the two preening alphas. “I know, Jimin-ah. Would a nest help?”
Jimin whines again, and Jin gets up anyway, carefully hitching the smaller man more securely in his arms. “Shh, I think you’ll be happier. Let’s do that, hmm? Yoongi-yah can feed us while we’re in the nest, and I think Hobi grabbed your favorite blankets off the couch.”
Jimin perks up at that, finally glancing away from Jin’s neck and to the hastily constructed pile on the floor. He frowns, just for a second, before brightening up, relief sweetening his scent. “Oh, hyung, it looks nice.”
“It does, baby,” Jin agrees, easily kneeling down to one knee to allow Jimin to climb in first. The younger enters quickly, immediately rolling around, spreading his scent all over the blankets, sighing contentedly as he rubs his face into the layers of pillows.
“‘S real nice, hyung, are you coming in?”
“Do you want me to?” Jin watches their baby omega carefully, ignoring the shuffling of the rest of the pack around him. “What about the rest, baby?”
Jimin pauses for a second, lips pushed out into a pout as he thinks. “Just you,” he decides, voice low. “Not… Not the others. Maybe Yoongi-hyung?”
Jin hears the alphas in the room pause, and he climbs easily into the nest, letting Jimin situate him how he wants. “Why not alpha hyungs, hm?”
Wrinkling his nose, Jimin presses Jin more into the wall of the nest, contorting him into a ‘C’ shape. “They smell,” Jimin tells him huffily, rolling over so his back is pressed to Jin’s chest. “It’s too much. Makes my stomach hurt.”
Jin can practically feel how the pack relaxes, knowing now that they haven’t offended their baby omega in some way. Noise resumes in the kitchen, the soft clinking of plates, the scratch of Yoongi’s spatula against the pan. He carefully wraps his arms around Jimin, avoiding his stomach, rubbing the scent glands in his neck lightly against the younger’s head.
“Jin-hyung?”
“Hmm?” Jin takes a sniff at Jimin’s hair, pleased when all he can smell is himself on the omega, the vanilla muted by Jin’s own heavy cocoa. “Yes, baby?”
Jimin wiggles in his grasp, pressing against Jin’s arms, and only relaxes when Jin tightens his grip in return. “It’s… can you…”
Jin looks down before it clicks, a smile stretching across his lips. “Oh? Does my baby need to drop?”
Jimin whines but doesn’t respond, tucking his face against the pillows below them, but Jin can smell the happiness on him.
Humming, Jin weighs the pros and cons. Really, to be honest, there aren’t many cons to the situation; dropping will help Jimin feel better, keep him relaxed and happy, mind off the pain.
So Jin carefully reaches up a hand, laying it on the back of the omega’s neck, pleased when Jimin stiffens in response under his grip. “Oh, Jimin-ah, you know better,” he purrs, bending to gently nip at Jimin’s exposed neck.
The effect is instantaneous, even for a small bite as opposed to the scruffing that Jin plans on giving the smaller omega, Jimin going boneless in his grasp like a cut marionette. A burst of pleased-happy-loved omega hits his nose, and Jin opens his mouth wider before digging his teeth into the back of Jimin’s neck.
Jimin drops hard, eyes glassy as he whines underneath Jin, who finally rolls them to pin Jimin underneath him. “Shhh, Jimin-ah, baby, I’m here,” he cooes, letting Jimin snuffle against his wrist. “I’ve got you, hyung’s got you, hmm? Poor baby omega, presenting is so hard, let your hyung take care of you.”
Jimin whines again, and Jin holds the baby’s wrists in one hand, lowering onto his elbows to drape over the other man. “Shh, quiet now baby. Hyung’s here.”
Jin listens to the fading whines, reaching one hand down to massage carefully at Jimin’s stomach, skin warm against his palm. It’s not time for more medicine, but Jin mentally makes a note of the earliest possible second he can give his baby more relief. “Yoongi-yah?”
A hand reaches down under the table, a plate piled high with eggs and toast, and Jin rumbles in thanks as he takes it, still keeping Jimin underneath him. “Good boy.”
Yoongi huffs, unseen, his hand retracting quickly. “Focus on your baby, the rest of us are fine hyung.”
Jin laughs but obliges all the same, hand-feeding Jimin bits and pieces of breakfast, carefully stroking his fingers along the younger’s neck as he swallows. Jimin whimpers beautifully, still trapped underneath Jin’s weight, and Jin smiles down at him before feeding him the next bite.
“You’re not getting up yet, baby, finish breakfast first. You need food and plenty of water,” Jin tells him, carefully pressing a piece of toast to the omega’s mouth. “Open up for your hyung.”
Jimin does, easily curling his tongue along the piece of bread, sucking Jin’s thumb along with the food into his mouth.
“Aish, what am I going to do with you,” Jin sighs, pulling his thumb free. “Just because you don’t feel well doesn’t mean you won’t be punished, baby.”
Jimin settles after that, pouting petulantly as Jin feeds him more eggs. Jin ignores the looks, focusing on getting his baby some nutrition to help settle his stomach.
There will be plenty of time for punishments later, anyway.