World Building Fact:

Heats last about a week, during which Omegas experience painful cramps in the absence of intercourse. They also have extremely sensitive skin, are constantly aroused, and easily fall deeply into Omega-space.

As it is Omega-space however, Omegas are capable of snapping out of the mind set. However, as the physical symptoms of heat are extremely uncomfortable without the haze of Omega-space, this is less of a skill and more of a medical disease.

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Warm, warm, warm,

full of pups, full of Alpha's pups warm, mates, warm

protected, warm, warm worried, warm

bitter, worried, warm bitter, worry, tension tension, scared, scared scared, scared, scared, danger, not safe, not safe

danger, danger, danger

Jimin's eyes opened, his Alpha's angry voice slowly filtered into his mind.

"...d him? There's no point in walking around Seoul with a gun, Seokjin! Be reasonable for Christ's sake."

His Alpha sounded angry. Namjoon never sounded angry. Jimin whimpered softly.

But, that was all Jimin could think off before his heat slapped him in the face. His skin felt prickly and hot. His eyes felt blurry, vision tinted red; all he wanted was to close his eyes and rely on his mates to take care of him.

His lower body clenched under the onset of cramps. Heavy cramps from his uterus contracting caused an ache in his abdomen, demanding Jimin get fucked.

More than anything, though it was a overwhelming sense of need. Jimin felt vulnerable. He wanted- needed to be pinned down and protected. His Alpha mate was next to him and he wasn't showing Jimin any attention. That wasn't right. Jimin needed attention.

He wanted to be bred full and warm. That was all he could think of.

Need pups. Need pups. I need to be full with Alpha's pups. Need. Need. Want to be bred. Need to be bred. Want to be stuffed.

Jimin took a deep breath, and choked-

Ashes, death, death, ashes, unnie, unnie hates me, wants to steal my pups, danger, alpha, alpha,

alpha.

Jimin whined, curling into himself terrified. Where were his Alphas? Did they not love him? Did they not care? He wanted his-

Warm. Strong, warm hands were touching him, touching his face, and then peppermint. Sweet, peppermint, Safe, alpha, safe, safe, safe, safe, safe, fear, stress, stress, safe, safe, safe, safe, safe, safe, safe, fear, safe, safe, safe.

He still felt cold. His back wasn't protected, and Jimin moved closer, into his Alpha's lap. Alpha would protect him. Protect his pups.

Alpha held him close. Kept Jimin safe with his strong arms. Jimin curled up closer, resting his head into Alpha's neck. Safe.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jimin saw an omega-mate. Tae-Tae. Mate, omega mate, mine. Jimin watched silently, dumbly, as TaeTae sat up and asked something of Unnie and Oppa.

Jimin was jealous. Just a little. Tae could ask questions. Tae could be smart and capable and needy and full all at the same time.

Jimin wanted to speak too, wanted to listen.

But more than that he needed pups. He needed, needed, needed pups. It didn't matter whether or not he could listen.

Want pups, want to be warm, want, want, want, want. Alpha. Want Alpha.

Namjoon was mad though, there had to be a reason. Present, whine, make Alpha happy, need

Alpha, want Alpha's pups. Want to be worthy of Alpha.

There was a low voice. Namjoon's. Jimin knew. Alpha, my mate, mine. Namjoon answered Tae's question. Jimin couldn't hear it. Really. Felt it in Alpha's throat more than anything else.

Alpha's throat. Mating mark. Mine. Pups? Pups. Want. Hurts

Another cramp struck Jimin's tummy and he suppressed a whimper. He couldn't worry about pups right now. His mates were angry, and Jimin needed to know why.

Seokjin smelled like ash. Namjoon was yelling. Jimin needed to pay attention, even though it hurt and he wanted pups.

TaeTae opened his mouth to speak, and Jimin listened.

"Kookie's been... kidnapped."

No. My pup. Mine. Where. Where's my pup. Mine. Need. Need my pup. Need. Need pup safe. Need pup safe. Jimin whimpered, feeling scared.

Need pup safe.

Need pup safe.

Need pup safe.

Need pup safe.

Need pup safe.

A warm hand- No, Namjoon's hand was softly, soothingly petting Jimin's hair. It was helpful. Jimin appreciated it.

"We don't know who, but we think it's someone Kookie trusts. But, Yoongi's downstairs with security. Hoseok's out doing rounds. Seokjin and I are waiting for calls from law enforcement," Namjoon said.

Everyone else was helping.

Jimin wasn't helping.

Need to help. Need to get Jungkook back. Mother. I'm a mother. I'm Mommy. Need my baby.

"Right," Tae said.

Tae said. Tae was helping. Jimin had to help, too. Jimin was Kookie's mommy, too. Jimin was Kookie's mommy. Jimin was pathetic. Jimin couldn't keep his pup safe. Jimin couldn't talk. Jimin has to talk. Has to keep pup safe.

"So, if you could please explain to your mate, that we're doing everything we can. And that walking around Seoul with a gun and a plan for mass murder is idiotic," Namjoon said.

Gun. Mass murder. Yes. Need to find my baby. Need to keep my baby safe. This is good. I like this idea. No one hurts my baby.

He had to tell his Alpha that. Jimin had to tell Alpha- no, Namjoon, that he wanted mass murder.

His fingers twitched, and he pulled himself away from Namjoon's neck, leaving the only safe spot in the world, even though he wasn't safe, not safe, go back, go back-

No. Jimin was a mother first. He had a baby to keep safe.

His tongue felt like lead, but it moved, slowly, painfully, " Unnie... I a-agree with u-unnie."

It felt wrong. Jimin rarely spoke during heat, preferring to use non-verbal cues, but that didn't matter. Kookie was missing, and Jimin would do anything for his pup.

Namjoon traced gentle fingers across Jimin's collarbones, and Jimin didn't like it. It made him feel warm, and Jimin needed to feel cold. Needed to be angry. Jimin had to find his pup.

"It's okay, Jiminie. Just sink back down, Alpha has you. Don't hurt yourself, darling," Namjoon cooed.

No. No.

Fuck no. Jimin was furious. Kookie was missing, and come hell or high water, he was going to fucking find his pup. He was going to fucking find his goddamn baby. And lord help whoever took him.

Jimin pulled away from Namjoon, realizing that Namjoon wasn't going to help him. Namjoon wasn't even going after Kookie. Namjoon wasn't doing anything, and so Jimin would have to do it himself.

Another cramp wracked through his body, and Jimin wrapped his arms around himself, but couldn't bring himself to give a fuck.

I want blood. I want someone to bleed. Blood. Blood. Protect. I'm going to kill everyone in my way.

Namjoon was still looking at him with soft eyes, so Jimin repeated, clearly, firmly, "No. I agree with Unnie. He's the only one doing anything."

Jimin didn't give a fuck whether he'd die in the process, if his body would over heat. He'd fucking find his baby. Jimin would get his pup back.

Blood, blood, blood was going to spill. Protect my pup. I will protect my pup.

Kookie.

I'm coming.