Jimin is assigned as a Support Companion to a pregnant omega — Min Yoongi, who’s eight weeks in, mateless and just out of a break up with the father of his child.
He's also Jimin’s ex-boyfriend and first love that left him 7 years ago.
ABO, m-preg, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort, pining, misunderstandings, jealousy, very very soft, smut [mild?], cuddling, scenting.
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“Stay. We can make it work.”
“It’s better this way. I love you, but.”
It’s better this way.
—-
“Are you ready to go, Jimin-sshi?” The driver asks, letting the car trunk linger open for a few more seconds.
“As ready as ever,” Jimin isn’t looking at the way his luggage squeezes together, how his entire life is stuffed in that enclosed space to be transported to his next assignment. “Let us go.”
A few years into his career, Jimin finds there is much to enjoy about being a Support Companion.
He gets to visit different places every few months or weeks, gets to meet new people, has a good salary at the end of every month and gets to help pregnant omegas and betas through their most vulnerable times.
It keeps his heart full, it’s a great excuse to keep his bachelor status and, most importantly—
—it had been his choice of career.
Mr. [Redacted] Yoongi, Omega, 27. Eight weeks pregnant, matless, single, male. Request for full term Support, live-in, full time Companion.
“It’s a long one this time, hm?”
“Indeed,” Jimin takes his eyes off the road to glance at the driver, “My first full term assignment, actually.”
“Jimin-sshi has a lot of experience under your belt,” the man smiles, “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
Jimin is sure of that too, so he lets the corners of his mouth curl in acknowledgment. At this point, he’s done it all. Comforting nervous breakdowns, curbing scent cravings, cooking, cleaning, doctor appointments, choosing names, shopping for baby clothes, present support for childbirth and even comfort companion for stillbirths and miscarriages.
He’s seen it all, knows every rule, every procedure and protocol to guarantee excellence in his work.
But that name has thrown his peace of mind a little out of whack.
Yoongi.
Yoongi.
It’s been ages since Jimin had seen that name out in the open, instead of the confines of his mind. Although he can’t be sure due to the censored surname for privacy reasons, certainly it isn’t the man he’s thinking about right now.
He hasn’t seen Yoongi in over seven years.
“Stay.”
He looks down at the file open on his lap, a set of information he now has memorized completely.
Mr. Yoongi lives in the suburbs, away from the bustle of the city. He is also a first time parent and, according to his handler, had requested a Support Companion for this very reason. Mr. Yoongi has no close immediate family living nearby, no siblings and prefers not using the help of friends. He’s prepared to house Jimin in his own separate room for the full term of his assignment and requires mostly physical support.
Up until now, Jimin’s assignments have been brief. Last months of pregnancy, last weeks until delivery, first weeks until the omega/beta had adapted to their pregnancy and so on.
He sighs, closing the folder and looking out the window again.
Obviously, this wouldn’t be his—this wouldn’t be Min Yoongi.
“Please stay.”
His sweet Yoongi, who always dreamed of having a family with his mate, carefully planned. They had been so young back then, so naive, but Jimin had let himself into delusions of holding their child into his arms because, of course Yoongi was the one for him and they would be together forever.
It wasn’t meant to be.
Now all that’s been left is the faded memory of Yoongi’s gentle red roses and vanilla and the tortured blooming of love Jimin had never had the courage to prune, even if it's been so long, it's all left to history.
He hates the way the thoughts rivulet between his ears in broad daylight, little echoes of silent voices wondering where Yoongi would be today; is he mated? Had he followed his dream career?
Does he remember Jimin at all?
The buildings and cars dwindle into picket-fences and green, lush bushes, wide streets and movie houses, big trees reflected on the car windows. .
Mr. Yoongi must be well-off to live in this part of town and, no wonder he could afford to hire a Support Companion for so many months.
It's a nice place to raise a child.
The company car stops in front of a two-story house, painted fully white with yellow windows.
"We're here," the driver says.
Jimin takes his eyes off the rose garden to open his door.
"You go talk with Mr. Yoongi, I got the luggage," the man smiles when Jimin comes to help him with the trunk.
The roses aren't red, but they make his heart beat faster either way. White and pink all over the front porch, big roses that blossom like they're bursting with love and care.
He hears the delicate tune of the doorbell inside the house and suddenly his hands are tingling.
He feels like an absolute idiot, running a hand through his hair and wiping it on his pants. This isn't the man he dated once, this isn't Min Yoongi.
"Stay."
This is simply Mr. Yoongi, an omega that needs Jimin's impeccable professional help and—
The door flies open and a noise of pure pathetic anxiety dies on his throat.
"Oh, hi!" The man, an omega, greets him with the brightest of smiles.
Jimin takes in the brown eyes, the blond hair and the delicate, long nose and almost lets out a breath of pure relief. "Mr. Yoongi, good morning," he bows, grinning back and pushing away anything that isn't warmth and grace. "I believe you've been notified of my arrival today."
"Oh right! You must be Jimin-sshi," Mr. Yoongi beckons him inside before looking over his shoulder to spot the driver with his belongings. "Come on in! I'll call Yoongi for you."
Jimin stops, "You're not… Yoongi?"
"Oh no," he chuckles, "I'm just a friend helping out at the moment — Jung Hoseok." he gestures kindly to the couch on the left, "Sit down, it will be just a moment." Then he turns to the stairs, "Yoongi-yah! The Companion arrived!"
"Coming!" It's the response, muffled by the distance and the drumming inside Jimin's ears. Hoseok's scent lingers in the air, a mixture of daisies and lavender.
"Please make yourself comfortable, Jimin-sshi. I'll handle the rest. Tea? Coffee?"
"Uhm." Jimin glances at the stairs and back, "No, I'm okay. Thank you." He smiles, but the nerves are creeping back up his stomach..
With a nod, Hoseok walks out the door, certainly to help the driver.
The house is spotless, almost gleaming. Flower vases everywhere, blooming with the porch roses, so much so, the air feels sweet. The light coming in from the windows gives everything a dreamy shine, white under soft golden, a spread of peace certainly built on purpose.
He hears the steps on the stairs and fixes his eyes on the top of the steps, heart on his throat.
It almost makes him angry.
There is just no way this would be—
"Jimin?"
The thoughts die dried up on the back of his throat.
There standing on the stairway, eyes wide, pink lips slack, is an omega so beautiful, Jimin feels weak in the knees.
He takes in the wild curls of black hair, the dark eyes and the ivory skin.
"Yoongi," he finds the strength to breathe out, gasping when red roses and vanilla lick over his nose.
"Please stay."
His heart is long past wild as Yoongi, his Yoongi, climbs down the steps in a bewildered daze, floating amidst the glittering air in a straight line until he stops and.
There's something between them, like a giant ball of cotton, there but so easy to press into nothing and kill the distance, so fragile it would simply shatter into shiny dust.
Yoongi is looking at him as if he can't believe the sight in front of him, as if Jimin's picture hadn't been in the mountain of profiles Yoongi certainly looked through when choosing his Support Companion.
Yoongi throws himself into his arms with a gasp that takes all the air from Jimin's lungs.
Jimin holds him on instinct tight against his chest as all his senses scream his name over and over, stupefied, mind blank as the words keep bobbing inside his head, like a man being drowned by sea waves.
Mr. Min Yoongi, Omega, 27. Eight weeks pregnant, matless, single, male. Has requested Park Jimin as a full term Support, live-in, full time Companion.
"I can't believe—oh it's so good to see you!" he says softly, just the way Jimin remembers.
And as warmth spreads between them in pure elation of meeting longtime lost friends, of blooming wounds of loss popping everywhere, Jimin finds himself saying with a pang in his heart and breath caught in his throat.
"It's good to see you too."
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I'm already in love with these babies! There will be lots of softness and fluff and domestic yoonmin (a little bit of angst bc exes) but I want everyone to feel a lot of comfort reading this story. I'll be updating like a regular twitter thread, so more than once a month.
Are you ready to go on this journey with me?