The One I Want

Primal...fear

Hoseok

     I get off the phone with an ecstatic Jin and smile, looking at Jimin as he scarfs down the chocolate pie I made. He beams back.
     Jin is pregnant! This is great. I know how much he's wanted this. It's funny now considering how against having a baby he was at first. I remember when I  had to convince him not to get an abortion just in case but now...he wants it more than anything. I'm so happy for him.
      "You going home or staying here tonight? I ask, sitting down across the table from him.   
      He bites his lip and I chuckle at the chocolate around his mouth. "Maybe I'll go home. I want to congratulate them myself in person."
       "Okay. Want me to give you a ride home?"
      He nods. "Thanks. I'll finish eating and get my things."
      Humming, I clean up the kitchen, counting the time for Yoongi to finally get home so I can tell him the good news.
     By the time he walks through the door, I squeal as he immediately lifts me into his arms and slams us against the wall, kissing me hungrily. I moan, giving him free reign of my mouth.
      I have to reluctantly stop him, though, when he gets handsy. "Jimin's here." I whisper against his lips.
      He growls, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. "For how long?" I know he's impatient. I know he's been wanting me as much as I want him but we haven't really been able to do anything with Jimin staying...
      "I'm taking him home now." I gasp.
     He puts me down, eyeing me up and down. "I'll take him." He pulls me against his chest and bites my ear. "Be waiting for me in bed by the time I get back."
     A thrill goes through my body and I nod, licking me lips. My need for him nearly out of control. I whimper as my underwear becomes wet with need.
      He sniffs, growling. "Don't touch it without me."
     I nod breathlessly. Barely able to say goodbye to Jimin as they leave. As soon as the door closes, I rush upstairs as fast as my pregnant feet will carry me and begin stripping naked. I don't want to be naked though. I like when he uses his teeth.
      Panting and pressing my thighs together so I don't drip on the floor, I rummage through my more scandalous dresser for sometime sexy to wear for my alpha.
     I find my favorite red thong and matching red nightie and quickly get in to them, too turned on to even care as the sheer fabric barely stretches over my heavy stomach.
      I know my ass still looks amazing for him. He tells me all the time. He loves me pregnant. Says it makes me even more sexy to him because I'm carrying what's his.
     So I'm not ashamed of my fat body. I'm happy because it makes him happy. I never feel ugly around him.
     I decide against putting cologne on because he loves my natural scent better anyway but I do fix my hair a bit and bite down on my lips to bruise them a bit. It drives him crazy to see me a wreck.
Whistling and practically tingling in anticipation, I crawl onto the bed and wait. The temptation to touch myself almost too much but I resist—barely.
Then again...I like a little punishment. He can't be too rough anyway with me pregnant...hmm...
Grinning, I slide my hand into my already wet panties and begin stroking myself, Yoongi's angry face in mind when he catches me.
As if an answered prayer, the front door slams open and I moan, teasing my fingers over my hole, ready for my mate to—
The bedroom door flies open to reveal not Yoongi but...Namjoon? I blink in surprise before yelping and covering my body with the sheets.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I screech, praying Yoongi hurries for another reason. I don't trust this asshole. I don't think he'll really touch me but still. I get weird vibes from him that make me uncomfortable.
His face is pale and I realize he's sweating hard. "H-have you heard from Jimin?"
I blink, surprise overcoming my fear. "Y-Yeah. Yoongi took him home." I glance at the clock and realize I've been primping myself longer than usual. Yoongi should be home by now. "He should be back anytime."
He sits on the edge of the bed and drops his face in his hands. "I called him at least a hundred times. He finally agreed to talk to me more. I don't think he's ignoring me. He told me he's been staying here." He chews his bottom lip. "C-can you please just call him so I know he's safe?"
I reach for my phone—his paranoia getting to me. I dial Jimin's number but he doesn't answer. I hang up and call Yoongi. He doesn't answer, either.
He never rejects my calls. He knows I only call if it's important. My frown deepens as well as my panic.
I call Jin.
"Hey. What's up?" He sounds breathless.
"H-has Jimin arrived yet?"
A long pause. "I didn't know he was coming back yet." I hear him moving around. "He's not here."
"Yoongi was supposed to drop him almost an hour ago. Namjoon's here. He's worried about Jimin. I think...I think somethings wrong. Yoongi won't answer me call."
I hear Jin conversing with Jungkook for a moment. "We'll go look for them."
I glance at Namjoon. "We will, too. I'm really worried."
"It's alright. Yoongi can handle himself in any situation and you know that." He reminds me gently. "I trust Yoongi to protect Jimin also."
I agree. But sometimes shit happens. I hang up and glare at Namjoon. "Why are you so terrified something had happened to Jimin? Tell me what you know."
He curses. "It's Taehyung. He's gone."
"What do you mean by 'gone'?"
He hesitates. "I had him locked in his room. He busted the window out and I'm guessing climbed out of the house."
I stare. "You had your brother...locked in a room? What the—"
He groans. "Can we discuss this later?! I'm worried he went after Jimin!"
I jump up. "Why would your own brother hurt Jimin?!" I remove my sexy lingerie without care of his eyes and dress in regular clothes as fast as I can. He waits for me by the door and together we rush out to my car. I let him drive while I get into the passenger seat.
"It's a long story. Let's just say...he's a psychopath on a mission."
I eye him. Perhaps Taehyung isn't the only psychopath. I suddenly fear for my own safety as well.
Yoongi...where the fuck are you?