World Building Fact:

The likehood of an Omega having a miscarriage is one in ten-thousand. It's very rare, and almost always from outside trauma. Miscarriages are known to have extremely detrimental effects on an Omega's mental health. It's not uncommon for the Omegas who've suffered through a miscarriage to have trauma or a form of PTSD from the experience.

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"Darling," Namjoon called softly, tapping Seokjin's shoulder, making the Omega pull his bloody hands out of Daehyun's chest, "They're here. Let's get a to-go box, and finish the rest at home, hm?"

Seokjin rolled his eyes, wiping the blood off on his sweatpants, "Cannibalism jokes and kink-shaming in one. Funny."

Namjoon smiled, dimples on full display, "I thought cannibalism was your hobby not a kink?"

Seokjin huffed, ears pinkening from embarrassment, standing up next to Namjoon, before looking down at Daehyun.

The Alpha was still breathing, but not much else could be said about him. He was lying limply on the ground, soft moans, the only sound he was capable of making, drifting weakly from his mouth.

"Well, how about you call the waiters up here first, and then we'll go down there," Seokjin asked, raising an eyebrow.

Namjoon nodded, pulling out his phone to call Yoongi and ask that he send the Betas over to take care send Daehyun over to some safe house until Seokjin had enough time to finish his work.

Truthfully, Seokjin needed a moment.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

He was going to see Kookie. He needed to be calm. Soft. Seokjin could feel his eyes shifting from an aggressive, angry crimson back to his natural, soft brown. He had slipped out of Omega-space.

Seokjin exhaled shakily. The aggressive, sadistic daze that had been blurring Seokjin's vision melted away, leaving Seokjin, a mother who was just very, very worried for hispup.

He just wanted his pup back in his arms. He wanted Jungkook warm, happy, and safe.

"Noona? They're on their way up. Do you want to start heading down? After all," Namjoon glanced down at Daehyun with an amused smile, "It's not like he's going anywhere."

The Omega nodded, "That's fine."

In the distance, Seokjin could see that his four other mates and Kookie had already reached the police border, while a group of bulky men were jogging towards Seokjin and Namjoon.

Namjoon held his arm out, silently asking to escort Seokjin down, and the Omega immediately took it, feeling the warmth of being cared for. Seokjin had treated Namjoon rather horribly today, and Namjoon was still being a perfect gentleman. It made him feel insurmountably guilty.

Seokjin was going to have to find a way to thank him.

"I'm sorry for wearing the sweatpants," Seokjin said softly, "You didn't deserve that."

Namjoon hummed nonchalantly, looking ahead, "It was rather petty of you- and unnecessary. The shoes I understand. I don't even want you walking around in heels as much as you do- It's not good for your ankles. But the sweatpants were just you being mean."

Seokjin sighed, softly. Namjoon wasn't wrong. He did wear his sweatpants with distinctly malicious intent, there was no other reason to dress this unfashionably.

"I just... I'm sorry, Namjoonie. I always consider you capable of protecting our pack," Seokjin explained slowly, uncomfortable with admitting weakness, "I was just... scared."

The Alpha looked at Seokjin, warm dark eyes crinkled at the corners and Namjoon showed Seokjin his dimples. Namjoon was an open book, an open book that adored his noona, no matter what, no matter what the Omega put him through.

"It's okay, Noona. I forgive you," Namjoon kissed Seokjin's cheek, "I'm not so prideful that I'd hold a grudge over this."

"Still, I was wrong."

"Oh please, I spent the entirety of the day being ordered around by a beautiful Omega. There's a great many people who'd pay top dollar for an hour being whipped by an Omega dom as gorgeous as you," Namjoon smirked, tongue in cheek.

"Namjoon," Seokjin gasped, slapping the Alpha's chest, "No."

Namjoon laughed, tugging his mate closer, "My noona. A blood-thirsty sadist one minute, a blushy conservative the next."

—

Taehyung watched as Jimin bounced Jungkook in his arms; the Omega readjusted his grip again. Jimin was strong, but not strong enough that he could hold a squirming pup for an entire 30 minutes without any discomfort, especially with weak limbs tremoring from cramps running through his body.

With a smile, Tae tapped Jimin on the shoulder, "You want me to take him? You can rest your arms for a second."

Jimin had a bit of relief on his face, the idea was undoubtedly appealing. "If Kookie doesn't mind, then then yes, please."

Jungkookie, you wanna go with Mama? Hm? You haven't scented Mama, yet.

Almost immediately, Kookie whined, squirming violently, practically burrowing his face in Jimin's shoulder.

No, no, no scenting. No cuddles. Only Mommy. Only Mommy till we get home. No.

Jimin looked at Tae wide-eyed.

Both of the omegas had thought it odd that Kookie didn't want to scent the Alphas, but in a way that was somewhat understandable. Alphas had heavier, muskier scents. Alphas were dangerous. Daehyun was an Alpha.

Daehyun had likely identified Kookie by Namjoon's scent. It was notable, but not entirely concerning.

But, the fact that Jungkook had rejected Taehyung, his Mama? The Mama that smelled like reassuring, safe, vanilla cookies and cupcakes.

That was concerning.

Omegas were pups first and major source of comfort, for Jungkook to be fearful of Taehyung, meant something was seriously wrong.

"Okay, baby," Jimin hushed, giving Taehyung a worried look, "Don't worry. Mommy's got you. It's okay."

—

Seokjin and Namjoon jogged the last couple steps, far too excited to see Jungkook to care about keeping up appearances.

"Kookie?" Seokjin called, smile wide on his face.

The rest of his mates smiled back at him, no doubt happy to see Seokjin in a much less brutal headspace. Hoseok was leaning against Yoongi; the Alpha's torso was slick with blood, and Seokjin made a mental note to push Hoseok towards the ambulance after he met with Jungkook.

Jimin, Tae, and Yoongi looked rather fine. A few cuts here or there, but otherwise, nothing too worrying.

"Hi, unnie," Jimin greeted, before looking down at the pup in his arms.

Jungkook was tucked securely in Jimin's arms. The little pup's head was buried in Jimin's shoulder, nose pressed against Jimin's chest, face turned away from Jimin's neck.

Jungkook looked okay.

Jungkook was okay.

Seokjin's eyes watered in relief.

"Hey, Kookie. Look, its Eomma!" Jimin cooed, trying to encourage Jungkook to raise his head. Eomma?

"His nose has an ouchy, so we're all talking through the bond," Jimin explained to Seokjin, "Isn't that right, baby?"

Jungkook snuffled Jimin's neck one last time, before raising his head to look at Seokjin.

My nose hurts, Eomma. Hurts lots. Kookie said, knowing that his Eomma always fixed all his problems. Except, Seokjin couldn't fix this, didn't know how to fix this.

The words were like a rusty knife to the heart, and Seokjin's breath hitched. Part of him wanted to jog right back to Daehyun's prone body and finish the job right now, and the other wanted to grab his pup and run to god knows where.

Jungkook's eyes were pink and wet from tears. The lower half of his face was covered in dry and crusting blood. His bottom lip was trembling slightly.

Jungkook looked like something out of Seokjin's nightmares.

Oh, my poor Kookie. Eomma's so sorry, baby. We're gonna go see, Dr. Seong, and she'll make you feel all better, I promise.

Jungkook blinked.

Will Eomma kiss it better? That always helps.

Seokjin's heart melted. Of course, I will.

The corners of Jungkook's lips turned up slightly, and Seokjin couldn't stop himself any longer. He walked towards Jimin, holding his arms out to take Kookie from the other Omega's arms.

But, then, Jimin, his Omega mate, a mother to his pup, stepped back. His mate took Jungkook away.

Seokjin took another step.

Jimin took another one back.

"Unnie," Jimin pleaded, "You really shouldn't."

Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed, irritation blending with confusion. "I'll be careful with his hands and feet, Jimin-ah. I'm not a monster. Now, hand Jungkook over. I'm sure Kookie wants to scent his Eomma."

Isn't that right, baby?

Because, for Seokjin, that was obvious. His pup was in distress, and scenting from the pack calmed pups down. Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin had been with Kookie for a while, so Kookie had already scented them. He hadn't scented Seokjin or Namjoon. Scenting Seokjin and Namjoon would calm Kookie down further.

Kookie wanted to scent the pack after he got papercuts for Christ's sake.

But, instead of Jungkook eagerly turning towards Seokjin's open arms, the pup shivered violently, whining loudly and releasing a bitter scent of fear, scared, no, no, anxiety. Kookie seemed to claw his hands into Jimin's trench coat, clutching onto his Mommy for dear life.

No, no scenting. No scenting till home. No. No scenting. No cuddles. Only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy,

Seokjin immediately froze, before taking a wary step back, worried smile on his face.

Okay, baby, that's fine. No scenting, Eomma promises.

Only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy

Seokjin looked at his mates, all of them looking at Jungkook with various levels of concern.

Only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy

"Kookie! Jungkook?" Jimin asked frantically, bouncing the pup in his arms, "No, scenting baby, I promise. Baby?"

Only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy

"Get him in the fucking ambulance," Namjoon shouted, "He's having a seizure."

Only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy

Seokjin watched weak-kneed, unable to move, as Jimin and Yoongi ran towards the paramedics, a violently shuddering Jungkook in Jimin's arms.

Only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy, only Mommy

As the ambulance sped away, siren's blaring, Seokjin's knees gave out, and he fell to the ground.

Someone was pulling at his arms, trying to get him to stand up, but it wasn't going to happen.

Seokjin had been trying so hard. He had been trying so hard to be strong. He thought everything was finally okay, that Jungkook was safe, and that Seokjin's vulnerable, bleeding heart was safe along with him.

"Noona?"

But, no, the very thing Seokjin had gone into Omega-space to prevent, happened regardless:

"Noona!"

Seokjin had broke.

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Taehyung dived after Seokjin, attempting to break the Omega's fall. Gently, Tae sat on the ground, setting Seokjin on his lap.

"Noona?" Hoseok asked, kneeling in front of Seokjin.

No response. Seokjin just blinked blankly, looking out in the distance, eyes a gentle maroon, the only sign of what had happened. The smell of bitter distress bloomed in the air between them.

"Noona!" Hoseok repeated in alarm, thoughts racing a mile a minute- this could be bad. Really, really bad. They had only seen Seokjin slip into soft Omega-space once before, and that had been the most traumatic moment of Seokjin's life.

Seokjin looked up at the Alpha weakly, tears welling up in his eyes. "My baby. Alpha, my baby's gone."

An overwhelming urge to protect stabbed Hoseok in the heart. Seokjin never cried in public, yet here he was crumpled on the ground in sweats, crying.

The Alpha immediately pulled Seokjin into a hug, holding his mate tight against his chest. "He's not gone, Noona. I promise. He's going to the hospital. He's safe. We're going to go see him right now."

Hoseok looked at Taehyung, who was sitting still, watching him and Seokjin carefully. "Taehyung, go call the car over here."

"But- there's a hill, it won't-"

Hoseok gave Taehyung a firm look, "Oppa gave you an order, baby."

Taehyung stiffened, before getting up and running towards Namjoon and the SUV. With that taken care of, Hoseok looked back at his glassy-eyed, innocent mate.

"My pup. My baby," Seokjin whimpered, voice cracking "Not gon' to be okay."

The Alpha pulled Seokjin back up to his feet, and tucked Seokjin into his chest, hiding him from view of the police officers, no doubt looking at the scene curiously, like the fucking scavengers they were.

Hoseok did his best to reassure his mate with the strong, safe, protective scent of acid and formaldehyde. Softly, he rubbed his hands up and down Seokjin's back, nuzzling against the Omega's cheek, trying to settle the Omega as quickly as possible.

They quite honestly could not afford to have Seokjin drop into Omega-space thinking that he's going to lose Jungkook.

It was like the incident all over again, and Hoseok was having trouble breathing at the thought of repeating that month.

"We're going to a Kim hospital, baby. Our Jungkookie is on his way there. We have to go meet him, don't we?" Hoseok cooed, pressing a soft kiss to Seokjin's cheek, "Kookie doesn't like hospitals, does he?"

Seokjin shook his head slowly. "The bright lights..." Seokjin got choked up in the middle of his sentence, "He doesn't like them."

The SUV pulled up in front of them. Omega had clearly been putting all of his effort in holding himself together in public, because as soon as they were hidden from view: Seokjin burst into tears, falling into Hoseok's arms.

The Alpha grunted in pain. He still had bullet wounds in his chest; he really shouldn't be manhandling Seokjin at the moment, but his Omega mate needed him, and Hoseok wouldn't ever place his needs before his mates'.

"I j-just wanna hold my baby," Seokjin sobbed into Hoseok's shoulder, "Just want him to be kay, just wan' my baby."

Hoseok nodded helplessly, "I know, Noona. You'll get to hold him soon. He's going to be okay. Seizures aren't life-threatening, love. He's going to be perfectly fine. You'll get to cuddle him soon."

Seokjin hiccuped in Hoseok's arms, and for a moment, Hoseok thought everything was going to be okay, and then Seokjin shrieked.

"I'm bleeding", Seokjin wailed, looking down at nothing, "My pup! Hoseokie, my pup is dying."

Hoseok clutched Seokjin tighter, just trying to make sure the Omega didn't hurt himself.

"No, Noona, you're okay. There's no blood, baby, I promise, there's no blood."

Namjoon got out of the SUV, and opened the back door, helping Hoseok carry a cryingSeokjin inside. Taehyung was in the passenger seat. A beta-bodyguard was driving. And Namjoon and Hoseok were flanking Seokjin, who was reeking of mourning and dead flowers.

The Omega's face was hidden in Hoseok's bloody shirt. Fingers were clutching the fabric like a life line. Seokjin's legs were limply spread across Namjoon's lap. The Omega looked beaten, worn down, like he had lost the will to live.

"'m so, s-so sorry," he cried, whimpering like a terrified child, "Can't do this, Seokjinnie can't do this. Don't wanna do it 'gain."

Hoseok found it hard to breath past the lump in his throat.

"No one is making you do anything, darling," Namjoon cooed, "It's okay. We'll go see our Kookie. He's going to be okay."

Seokjin shook his head violently, soft maroon eyes squeezed shut, "That's what Joonie said last time, Joonie lied."

Namjoon flinched. Hoseok bit his lip to stop himself from letting out a sob of his own.

"Seokjinnie keeps losing pups," the Omega whispered brokenly, tugging at his own hair, "Bad Eomma."

"Kookie's alive. Kookie is alive. Please, you're getting them confused," Hoseok explained, his voice shaking, "You aren't pregnant, Seokjin. Kookie's here. He's fine."

"I n-never got to hold my pup," Seokjin sobbed, "They're going to take him away from me."

"Noona. Noona," Hoseok said desperately, trying to catch his mate's attention, "Kookie is alive. Your pup is alive."

There was a beat of silence.

"He's safe. We saved him, noona. Everything's okay. He'll see Dr. Seong, and he'll feel a lot better," Namjoon smiled, rubbing a hand up and down Seokjin's leg.

"We love you, noona," Tae added timidly, from the passenger seat, "We wouldn't lie to you."

And then Seokjin seemed to calm down, though more from exhaustion than reassurance. He slowly laid himself down across the Alpha's laps. The Omegas soft, broken breaths were deafening in the silent car.

It stretched on for an entire minute, with Namjoon and Hoseok warily watching the Omega curl in tighter on himself.

"Jus' can't..." Seokjin said, eyes fluttering closed in weak resignation, "can't lose another."