Alpha's Troubled Love (BTS Jimin FF)

Ultrasound

"Yn? Yn?!" Jimin panicked seeing YN pass out in front of him, face pale and body not moving. And though he knew better than to shake an unconscious body, all common intuitive went out the window the second her head rolled lifeless onto his arm using it as support. His hands shook her gently, as his voice came out in pained cries, watching Yn unresponsive in his arms.

"Jin hyung?! What happened to her?" He asked, arm holding her sunken head upright as the rest of his body held her from falling off the hospital bed. He heard the unhurried steps of Jin as he simply walked over to him, taking Yn slowly out of his arm, treating her like China doll despite the blank expression on his face, as he lay her back down on the bed moving to check the IV bag behind her. Jimin's eyes racked YN's body before looking at his hyung who was working methodically, yet not pausing to explain what was happening as he messed with the dropper. But before Jimin could say anything about his hyung's lack of explanation, Yoongi beat him to it asking the same question he had asked.

"She's fine." Jin replied simply, moving over to the other side of the bed to play with the computer as he typed out some medical words that no one could pronounce. "Then why did she-" Jimin fumed, unable to believe his nonchalant behaviour towards everything. But as he was about to question him, two words interrupted him. " Park Jimin." 

Jin turned towards Jimin, eyes serious as he called him by his full name-showing he meant business. Jimin gulped, slowly cowering under his gaze- all previous hostility and power was quickly squashed by how sharply his name was spoken. Even if he was the Alpha and a higher rank than Jin, Jin was still older than him leading to his unique aura that screamed dominance when serious. He would rarely use it, almost never pushed to the extreme, and it was for this reason everyone feared it. 

"I am the doctor. Not you." He deadpanned in total seriousness. "I get you're worried, but you need to calm or you'll make the same mistake again. Listen to others instead of always talking and questioning." Jin spoke, articulating each word, voice stern but loving, wanting Jimin to learn and nurture from his flaws and mistakes, not make them again. 

He soon turned to everyone else, after getting a small nod from Jimin, making sure everyone heard it. "She's fine. It's a normal reaction, don't worry. She'll be up in about an hour or so. We'll take shifts again watching over her, but until your turn comes, you can not come into this room." His eye's meet everyone's, straining the rules through them until everyone either looks away or succumbs to his rules. And for those that resisted his warning, he added 2 more sentence backing them in the corner. "We can't have her waking up to being bombarded. It'll make her recovery worse." 

Jimin and Yoongi eventually nodded, though with great reluctance, getting a smile of victory from Jin. However before Jimin could get upset, Jin turned to him one last time, walking up to him not as an elite but as his older brother, to say "Talk and make up." He patted his shoulder, before walking off as he elected Jimin on first duty, shooing everyone out of the room as he headed to get a coffee.

The door to the room slammed shut, Jimin being the only one left in there within seconds. He blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Before realising what had happened. His hand lifted to the shoulder Jin had tapped, smiling in thanks as he whispers a quiet promise to do so. As his eye's opened again, he turned towards the bed, watching YN lying still on the white bed in her hospital gown, as he took the seat once again. 

As his eye's scanned her face, the scene from before flashed in front of him, remembering the words she mummered before she passed out. "Jaemin? Who is Jaemin?" He questioned loudly to the silent room, as he tilted his head in question. And though his mind was preoccupied with his mate in front of him and the mystery of Jaemin, which had the rest of the group curious, the other part of his mind was feeling weird having felt the words slip of his tongue like a built in mechanism. It made his body shake with a mysterious feeling, body curling in on itself as he heard a small whisper of air speak: "I love you.. Take care of Mummy.." 

Shooting out of chair, hands wrapped around his own body, he looked around and sniffed for any indication of who had spoken anything. But when it came out blank, he sat back down slowly, eye's still wary.

Take care of Mummy? He didn't know why those words hit his heart strings or why the words made him feel butterflies in his stomach and tears trick at his eyes. He didn't even know who this mummy this voice was referring to or who this person was, but he felt a strong connection and bond, which fell too close to home.

Jimin couldn't help but feel like he would regret not replying back. And ever so quietly, almost in fear of what might pop out at him, he softly spoke, his mouth moving on its own,"I'll take care of her and I love you more." The sudden confession took him by surprise, not knowing why he did so, hands going to his head as he cursed at himself for going crazy but he could have sworn he heard a small thank you from the same voice. And almost like they were possessed, his eyes were drawn to a picture on the desk.

It was the image of the ultra sound of Yn's uterus. Roxy and Yoongi had taken her to a human hospital to have it done, lying slightly by telling them she was further along to protect the Werewolf secret, successfully getting an image of the child that was growing in her stomach. When Yoongi had shown him the picture, when the news broke of the miscarriage, Jimin could remember the way he had broken down looking at the small pea that would have been his child. 

But now looking at it, his eyes no longer pricked in tears; instead shining with admiration and love. And though there was no way to explain what he felt, apart from he was going insane, Jimin couldn't stop the smile from his lips as he tried to connect some dots. Dots that started to join, soon coming to one answer, though it was bizarre and crazy, he knew he was correct in thinking what he did. 

"So it was you?" He asked no one in particular, not knowing if he would get a reply or not, but remained staring at the image that he wanted forever engrave in to his mind. And as he watched the image that seemed plain and boring to other but a treasure for him, he heard a small whisper once again from beside him. This time being the sleeping beauty who had finally awakened from her slumber once again. 

"It was." She whispered, her voice soft and croaky as her eyes looked up at the man who looked at her like a ghost. And though she had some things to sort out with this man, she couldn't help but discard the thoughts as she watched his face shift and turn into a multitude of emotions all at once. 

"Either be happy, sad, confused, exhilarated and whatever the rest of your feeling are, one at a time, not all at once. You look creepy." Yn laughed slowly, coughing slightly, as Jimin finally sprinted into action helping her up right and passing her water. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to give her anything, but when he reached to press the red button that would alert Jin, a hand grabbed at his wrist stopping him centimetres from the button. 

"Don't" She spoke, her eyes trained on her hand on his wrist before she let go, putting her hands on her knee's. And though Jimin felt a bit hurt by her actions, he knew that it was bound to happen. After all, they hadn't left on good terms. They were still technically fighting, even though he didn't want it to continue. But as he opened his mouth to apologise, Yn put her hand up almost expecting him to speak. 

"Don't. I don't want an apology." She said, before she moved the hospital blanket off her legs, sliding down the mattress on the opposite side of Jimin. Jimin ran to the side, wanting to help but Yn shook his hold off, telling him not to touch her as she used the IV pole as her stabiliser. And ever so slowly, using the IV pole as a walker, she made her way to the image of the ultra sound. Jimin remained behind her, alert and ready for if she was to fall, following her steadily knowing that she wanted him to. 

As she reached the desk, her hands shakily taking the image in her hands and then up to her lips, Jimin prepared himself to see a breakdown or some tears. But to his surprise he saw none. Instead, he saw a large smile on her face as she looked fondly at the image before turning to him. "I think we need to talk." She questioned rhetorically, before shaking her head and correcting herself, not letting Jimin speak. "No, we definitely need to talk. I promised her after all." 

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