World Building Fact

Omegas instinctively trust their Alpha mates to protect them during emergencies. They will act with little to no self-preservation, immediately taking a defensive role, and wordlessly trusting their Alphas to be on the offensive.

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Jimin and Hoseok ran to the back building.

With each step, Jimin sent out a soft bunny, Kookie, darling, can you hear Mommy? through the bond.

And finally, when they were just a few yards away, Jimin could feel the bond between him and Kookie jerk back in place.

Kookie? Jimin asked, feeling the message actually reach a destination, the words gently brushing his pup's mind.

Mommy. Mommy, everything hurts, Mommy, please. I'm sorry, Mommy, please...

It was his pup's voice. Jimin felt a tsunami of relief at the sound, before dread quickly pooled in his heart. Jungkook sounded like he was in shock, his words were just a continuous, rambling mess, and Jimin felt his heart tear in half.

Mommy's here baby. Mommy's coming. Mommy's here. I promise, Kookie. Mommy's right outside.

Hoseok hissed out a breath, able to hear Jimin and Jungkook's conversation himself.

Mommy's here.

Jimin and Hoseok reached the book store just a moment after Yoongi and Taehyung.

It's okay.

Just like all the other stores, the book store was old and dusty, signs of wear and damage making obvious scars all over the building.

Don't worry baby.

The glass windows were dark and faded, but Jimin could see figures moving inside, and rage bubbled up within his chest.

"Shoot the doors, dammit," Jimin ordered harshly.

The Betas jumped into motion, firing two shot into the door's lock, before kicking the doors open.

Mommy?

Yes, sweetheart that's Mommy.

As they did, Jimin could hear voices shouting from inside, frantic and confused, before organizing enough to fire a few a few shots at them.

But the doors were open and Jimin could see inside. And there, in the back, tied to a chair was his pup. Kookie.

Without a second thought, Jimin had ran. Taehyung's light footsteps were right behind him, unthinkingly running towards their pup.

"Fuck, Jimin, Tae, Dammit," Yoongi shouted, but Jimin's entire world shrank to just his little baby tied in a chair.

"Mommy! Mama!" Jungkook cried, squirming against the zip- ties keeping him bound only to wince in pain.

Jimin ran past the strangers holding guns, uncaring of the sharp pain in his thigh. He trusted Yoongi and Hoseok to take care of it.

The loud commotion, yelling, sounds of bullets firing, became muffled in Jimin's ears, softening until the only thing breaking the silence was his pup's soft, broken sobs.

Jimin fell to his knees in front of Jungkook, quickly followed by Taehyung. There was a beat, where Jimin just froze, staring at his pup.

Jungkook's cheeks were red, faint outlines of bruises blooming on the skin. Tear tracks lined the pup's face. His wrists and feet were bleeding, cut open from the far-too-tight zip ties, and his fingers were blueing from poor circulation.

But, the worst thing must have been the bright, crimson stain on Jungkook's lips and chin; his nose was bleeding, blood dripping onto his clothes.

Jungkook looked at them, relief on his face; though his doe-eyes were far too hazy for comfort.

"Hi, baby," Taehyung whispered, fingers hovering an inch above the pup's skin, scared of doing damage.

Jungkook looked at them, tears leaking from his eyes, stuttering, "M-Ma-"

Jimin rushed up, wiping the tears away, "Shhh, It's okay, baby. Don't speak, we don't wanna hurt your nose. Use the bond, okay, sweetheart?"

Can you do that for me, my beautiful baby?

Jungkook's eyes didn't leave Jimin's face, like he was scared Jimin would vanish in the blink of an eye.

Okay, Mommy.

"Thank you, baby," Jimin cooed, desperately trying to suppress his panic, "Such a strong, brave boy for Mommy."

Instinctively, Jimin's first concern was Kookie's bleeding nose, no doubt overstimulated and aching from the strong, unfamiliar scents he'd been assaulted with.

Jimin pumped out the strongest calming, maternal scent he could. Taehyung did the same. The dusty, musky smell of the bookstore was almost immediately swallowed by the thick smell of Vanilla and Caramel and calm, safe, Mom, safe, calm, safe, warm, safe.

Jungkook's stiff, scared posture didn't relax; the haziness in his dark eyes didn't fade, and the blood, if anything, just dripped faster from his nose.

Mommy everything hurts.

Jimin's breath hitched. "I know, I know," Jimin whispered softly, giving Taehyung a meaningful look, "Mama's gonna let you out, okay? We have to cut the ties, so Mama's gonna look for some scissors, okay?"

Kookie let out a scared whine, squirming, as Taehyung nodded and got up.

"Mommy's here baby," Jimin reassured, desperation leaking into his voice, "I know everything hurts, but Mommy's here. Focus on Mommy."

The Omega cupped Jungkook's cheeks, wiped away tears with his thumb, watching as his pup's lower lip trembled.

Jimin didn't think it was possible for his heart to hurt so much.

"I'm so sorry baby. Mommy's sorry. I'll keep you safe, Darling, just keep breathing," Jimin said. He continued to pump out calming scents, even though they weren't helping at all.

Tears threatened to fall from Jimin's eyes.

Mommy don't leave me. He'll come back. Please. Kookie's voice sounded so scared, small and scared and vulnerable.

"I'm not leaving, baby. I promise." Jimin forced himself to sound calm, looking directly into Jungkook's eyes.

Jungkook still looked terrified, shivering slightly, and Jimin choked back a sob, vision blurring from the tears slipping down his cheeks.

Taehyung ran back over, a pair of dingy scissors in his hand. "Mama's back, baby, let's get you out, okay?" Taehyung said, sounding a little panicked.

Kay, Mama.

"What a good boy," Taehyung praised with a pained smile, "Let Mommy know if anything hurts, okay?"

Jungkook nodded frantically, clearly just desperate to be let out. Jimin kept offering reassuring words and touches, internally hyper-focused on Jungkook's wrist. God knew how badly his hands were affected by the tight ties, and there were already bright, red cuts from Kookie struggling against the plastic.

Taehyung, gently, warily, cut one. And then the other. And then the feet. Moving quickly and efficiently, wanting to get it over as quickly as possible.

As soon as Jungkook was free, Jimin scooped his pup up into his arms, holding him tight against his chest and making sure Jungkook's over-stimulated nose was next to his scent glad.

"Shh. Mommy's got you, baby," Jimin cooed, looking at Taehyung with concern written clearly on his face.

Jungkook sobbed at the quick shift in position, before whining softly once he was in Jimin's arms. The pup melted into Jimin's arms, no doubt exhausted from all the pain and terror he was in.

Jungkook's shallow breathing hitched as little tremors racked through his body every few seconds.

You're safe, you're safe, you're safe, you're safe, you're safe

As Jimin did his best to soothe his pup, Taehyung gently inspected Kookie for injury, making sure they hadn't missed anything life-threatening.

Jimin heard the sound of footsteps slowly getting louder, closer, and he tightened his grip on Jungkook, snarling threateningly. Jimin's vision was still hyper-focused on his pup, but in the dark edges of his visions he could feel the approaching presence of

Jungkook sobbed.

It's okay. You're safe, you're safe, you're safe, you're safe, you're safe.

Taehyung immediately stepped in front of Jimin and Jungkook; the stronger Omega moving to protect his weaker mate and vulnerable pup.

It was an Alpha, and Tae growled in warning, wordlessly threatening to rip the Alpha apart. There was a whisper-

And then Taehyung attacked, leaving Jimin and Jungkook vulnerable behind him. The sounds of snarls and loud snap had Jimin's ears pricking, and then Jimin heard footsteps.

Soft pads of loafers against the concrete made Jimin twitch. Jimin was practically blind, vision dark, only focused on Jungkook and vaguely aware of the incoming threat. The Omega clutched onto his pup, preparing to set Jungkook down momentarily so he could rip the stranger's throat out.

Jimin growled, protect, protect, protect, prote-

"Jiminie. It's Alpha, Oppa... it's Yoongi and Hoseok. Mates. Safe," a raspy voice soothed.

The familiar, comforting of forest fires and bitter acid and protect, protect, Alpha mates, strong, safe, wafted towards Jimin's nose.

Almost immediately, Jimin relaxed. The Omega blinked, and his world expanded again. The tunnel vision disappeared, and Jimin was aware of his surroundings.

Four Alphas were laying bloody and dead on the floor. Five of their Beta bodyguards were standing at attention by the entrance. One was limp on the ground. Hoseok was looking at him warily but warmly, two very clear bullet wounds in his torso.

Yoongi was pinning a thrashing Taehyung to the floor, pleading tiredly for Taehyung to snap out of it; the Alpha had a bloody gash on his shoulder and a blooming bruise on his jaw.

But, they had protected Jimin, Tae, and Kookie. They had kept them safe.

It's Appa and Papa, Kookie. They'll keep us safe.

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The Alphas watched, panting slightly, as their mates' snarled at them. Jimin and Taehyung always looked so unsettling with bright crimson eyes.

Jimin was desperately clutching Jungkook to his chest, as if he expected someone to try and snatch the pup away from him. The low, threatening growl was much deeper than an Omega ought to be capable of. Despite being a slight, tiny Omega, Jimin was baring his fangs, looking more like a vampire than a human being.

Jungkook looked... not good. Yoongi couldn't get a clear view of the pup; the pup was entirely tucked into Jimin. The only think he could truly get from Jungkook was the reeking smell of pup, distress, baby, scared.

Yoongi's fingers twitched, aching to hold his pup in his arms, but he knew it wouldn't be wise to try to take Jungkook away from Jimin, lest he loses a hand.

Tae was standing protectively in front of both Jimin and Jungkook, fangs bared. The Omega's fists were clenched, no doubt ready to kill the unknown Alphas approaching them.

Yoongi took another step towards his mates. "Taehyung?" he questioned softly.

The Omega only snarled, rough and animalistic; his bright crimson eyes tracked Yoongi's movements like a predator.

Yoongi took another tentative step towards Taehyung, releasing a comforting safe, safe, safe scent.

Taehyung, however, was functioning on a hair trigger, and that last step was all it took for Taehyung to slam a harsh fist right at Yoongi's jaw, tackling the Alpha to the ground. Bright pain bloomed across the right side of Yoongi's face.

Instinctively, Yoongi demanded, "Stop", only realizing a beat later that the Alpha-command was useless. Taehyung loomed over Yoongi dangerously, hands pinning down the Alpha's wrists. His crimson eyes were staring at Yoongi's neck and the Alpha was done.

It was a challenge to slip out from underneath Taehyung. Yoongi bucked his hips, shoved a knee into Taehyung's side, but the Omega just took the hit with a huff, unfazed. It only served to anger Taehyung, who was now actively trying to get a bite out of the Alpha's neck.

"Tae, this really isn't the time," Yoongi growled, ripping an arm out of the Omega's grasp and threw a punch into Tae's side. As the Omega gasped, Yoongi's shoved his elbow into the Omega's sternum.

And it was only then that Yoongi barely managed to roll on top of the Omega, struggling to hold a thrashing Taehyung underneath him. Despite being an Alpha, Yoongi felt the strain in his arms from the amount of sheer strength it took to hold Taehyung down.

Yoongi knew it wasn't Taehyung acting like this. He was drowning in omega-space, the need to protect Kookie calling at his mind. Hyper-sensitive from heat and cramping like a bitch, Yoongi knew that Taehyung couldn't help it.

That didn't mean it didn't piss Yoongi off, though.

Yoongi didn't like getting physical with his mates, but dammit, Yoongi was tired, in pain, stressed, and all together not down for this.

"Wake up, Taehyung," Yoongi panted, "Come on, baby, Oppa's too tired for this."

Taehyung didn't even seem like he heard Yoongi, his thrashing and growls didn't even pause.

Yoongi was seriously considering strangling his adorable, little omega mate.

Finding the patience from somewhere, Yoongi grabbed both of Taehyung's slim wrists in one hand, and used his free hand to cup Taehyung's mating mark, rubbing hard circles over the pressure point with his thumb.

"Safe, Alpha's got you, baby," Yoongi said, irritated, tired, and far too distracted by the ache in the hand pinning Tae's wrists down. "You protected your pup. Jungkook's safe."

This seemed to register with the Omega; Taehyung slowly settled down, blinking blankly up at Yoongi. He was no longer aggressive, but he was still alert and twitchy.

"Tae-Tae," Jimin called softly, warmly, sweetly, "Its safe, you can wake up."

The voice of his Omega-mate, another mother to his pup, the reassurance of the only person here

Tae instinctively trusted with Jungkook's safety was what it finally took for Tae's eyes to clear. Taehyung smiled up at Yoongi sheepishly.

"Sorry for punching you, oppa, forgive me?" Taehyung asked sweetly, looking at Yoongi with apologetic eyes.

And Yoongi, tired, exhausted, and distracted by the aching pain in his jaw couldn't find it within himself to be angry at his precious Omega mate.

"Don't worry about it, baby. Doesn't even hurt," Yoongi lied with a soft smile.