Strings of Fate

One possibility

Jimin had spiked a fever rather quickly, making him whimper slightly as he curled in on himself. His hair was damp and small beads of sweat were glistening on his skin. Seokjin stayed beside him, trying to keep his temperature down with cold damp towels but it only seemed to help to an extent. Jimin laid in bed for hours, until the sun shed it's last rays of sun through the trees and disappeared down the vast hills. The moon was bright in the night sky, the cooing of owls can be heard from the trees deep in the forest.

"How's Jiminie doing?" Hyun asks from the door, having been standing there for hours.

"He's better, his fever seems to be lowering." Jin smiles at his son trying to assure him that everything is going to be okay with his younger brother.

Haneul and Hyun had stayed home after Jimin collapsed, not bothering to finish the chores they were meant to get done for the day. There was a heavy feeling bubbling in their chest as they sat silently outside the room, hoping to hear from their father that their baby brother was awake and well. Jin knew the situation was probably messing with their wolves and he tried to reassure them as best as he could. Namjoon seemed to be the most restless, but he didn't dare to show it. He prowled in the living room, pacing back and forth as his wolf hissed at him to be with his son. But he couldn't bring himself to be there knowing his heart would break in pieces as he watched his son lying in the bed.

The following morning Jimin jolted awake to a nasty feeling rising in his throat, he stumbled out of bed and barely made it in time to the bucket of water by his bed. He heaved dryly for a while, before he started crying from the painful churning in his stomach. Jin kneeled down next to him and rubbed comforting circles on his back as he continued crying. The heavy nausea continued extensively throughout the morning and well into the afternoon. His nose would wrinkle and his insides would jumble whenever the smell of food filled his nose. Jin opted for bringing Jimin tea and fruits which he quickly figured was the only thing Jimin could keep down. Jimin struggled to lie to his father that it had been the first time he felt so nauseous. But he knew he was trying to lie to himself as well. The nausea started days ago, always coming in waves in the morning and only calming in the afternoon. His father only worried more for him as he spoke with the healers. That also sparked his concern far wider than he was expecting and the sudden thought that was creeping in his mind was driving him to the edge.

As he sat on a chair beside Jimin's bed his mind kept wandering through the meddling ideas he was really hoping wouldn't turn out to be true. He tried to keep his calm, and had to try even harder when Namjoon walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. Jin watched his mate pet Jimin's hair softly for a few minutes.

"Is my pup doing better?" Namjoon stopped petting and looked up at Jin.

"He stopped throwing up, so he should be able to eat dinner tonight."

"Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"There's one possibility, that I'm hoping isn't true. " Jin bites his lip nervously and avoids Namjoon's sharp eyes.

"What is it? Tell me."

"He might be...." Jin starts but stops to take a deep breath, for some reason it felt as if the air was disappearing from his lungs. His mate stood from the bed, and when he looked up he could feel a twinge of fear in his chest.

"Might be what? Tell me."

"He might be pregnant." Jin looks up nervously and catches the way Namjoon's face turns rigid almost instantly.

"What did you just say?"

"He might be pregnant, just might be. I'm not fully sure if he is."

"You are saying you think my pup is expecting a child without having properly mated?" Namjoon breathes out unsteadily, trying to control his growing rage.