BROKEN MATE

Chapter Eighteen

Yoongi's POV

"No! I won't let you have him!" Anger surged up inside of me as I watched this newcomer put his hands all over my Taehyung. I marched over to him, attempting to take Taehyung back. He tightened his grip, causing Taehyung to wince. "Ow! Namjoon, it hurts..."

I grit my teeth, my wolf growling in my head. "Let him go!!"

"No!" Namjoon, as I figures his name to be, growled back, leaning into Taehyung's neck. "Why do you want him anyway?! From what I hear, You're only after this!" He pointed at Taehyung;s large stomach, at our child. I bit back a rude remark, looking at the pain in Taehyung's eyes as Namjoon said that.

Guilt built up inside of me. Of course he was hurt ny my words. He wouldn't have run away if he hadn't been. I looked at the two together. They.... Worked. They fit together, in this band of misfits, outcasts, and unwanted wolves who grouped together to make a family. Family...

No. Taehyung is my family. He's given me one. Or, he will be. And I don't want to give that away. Not to this Namjoon guy, not to anyone. I stepped up, Namjoon eyeing me carefully as I approached.

Then I did something I never thought U'd do. I kneeled. Taehyung gasped, watching as I got down on my knee, holding out my hand to him.

"Taehyung, I know I haven't been the best mate. I rejected you, I hurt you, I threw you away, I'm the lowest of the low. And you can hate me for that. You can never forgive me, and you can scorn me, if you want. But please, don't leave me. It pains me to see you like this, and it makes me feel worse when I realize that I'm the reason you feel this way. I want to take back my mistake. I want to be your mate.

"I want to be Alpha too, yes, but if it means I have to give you up, I'd gladly give away my Alpha title. As long as you're by my side-Luna or not-I couldn't be happier. And, I want you to be happy, too. But I want to be the one to make you smile. Not anyone else. Please, I love you." 

The room was silent as my confession sunk in. Taehyung's face blushed a million shades of red, his eyes darting around the room. Namjoon kept his possessive hold on Taehyung, and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

Taehyung's expression changed, and he leaned up, whispering back to the man. Namjoon smiled sadly, but complied when Taehyung asked him to lean down. Taehyung's gave him a smile, then, putting his hand on Namjoon chest, planted a kiss on his cheek. I said nothing, my hopes sinking until Taehyung walked over to me, taking my hand.

"Okay." he whispered. "I'll go with you." Everything seemed frozen in time as I stared at the small boy, until a grin overtook my face. I scooped him up, spinning him around in the air. Taehyung laughed, blushing when everyone broke into applause.

My father approached, pulling Taehyung into a hug. "Now then, we better be going. I'd like to have my son-in-law home before he has the baby." Everyone chuckled, the rogues saying their goodbyes. "You'll come visit, won't you?" Taehyung asked, looking up at Namjoon. He nodded, giving Taehyung a hug. "I'll bring Jin, too." After another hug, the two broke apart.

"By the way," I asked as we walked away. "What did Namjoon say to you? When he whispered in your ear?" Taehyung blushed, smiling at the ground. "Oh, nothing...." I pulled him into my arms. "Yoongi? What-"

"I love you." Taehyung stopped talking, wrapping his arms around my neck and burying his face into my chest. "...me, too....I love you."

Taehyung's POV

"You love him right? I can tell. Go to him. Don't worry about me, I'll find my mate soon."

"Thank you, Namjoon. For everything." It was simple goodbye between us, and I could tell Namjoon was heartbroken. I felt guilty, but thinking I could be taking him away from his mate made me feel worse. Yoongi held me close, not letting go even when we arrived home. Not that I could complain. Being in h is arms, wrapped up in his scent, put me at ease.

The first thing he did, was force me to eat. Yoongi watched like a hawk, not  letting me go untill all the food was gone. Afterwards, he put me in the bath, claiming it was to ' wash the scent of dirt and rogues off of you,' but I knew he was jealous because I smelled of another man. Finally, he put me to bed, laying me in his lap and waiting as I fell into a comfortable slumber.

It was heartwarming and saddening at the same time. It was the first time I'd ever been treated so kindly, so warmly. Not even my own parents had done this. It made me feel the need to become a better parent than they had, to not let my child go through the same thing.

I leaned up, looking Yoongi in the eyes. "....Yoongi?"

"Hmm?" He hummed, running his hands through my hair gently. "Do-" I hesitated. What would he say to my insecurities? Would he laugh them off? Would he be just worried? Would- "Hey! You're thinking something unnecessary again, aren't you? Let me know what's wrong. I don't want to hide it anymore." 

I was surprised by his sudden change in attitude. I suppose he was too, from the way he blushed and refused to meet my gaze. It made me smile. Then, I turned serious. "Do... Do you think we'll make good parents? That we'll be able to raise a child?" Yoongi blinked, then he pulled me up, rubbing my stomach. "Are you kidding? We'll make great parents!" He smiled, looking happier than I'd ever seen him. "Yeah... You're right."

Yoongi was silent for a moment before grabbing my chin, pulling my head upwards. He brought his own head down, connecting our lips in a heated kiss. When he pulled away, he smirked at my expression, making me even more embarrassed. "Don't worry." he said huskily. "There's more to come. After you have the child, though. Our child. But before that..."

He reached over, rustling through his nightstand. Leaning back again, he handed me a "how to name your child." book. I burst out laughing, happy that Yoongi had put some thought into how things were going to be when the baby came.

"I was thinking Yoongi Jr., or maybe we could name him or her after you but, " he rambled off, not noticing when I  buried myself into his chest, dozing off once more.