#jinkook #kookjin abo
Previous failed relationships led alpha Seokjin to believe that omegas don't want to be shown affection through scenting anymore because it's seen as possessive, savage behavior. So when he finds love again in soft and sweet Jungkook he refuses to scent him
Previous failed relationships led alpha Seokjin to believe that omegas don't want to be shown affection through scenting anymore because it's seen as possessive, savage behavior. So when he finds love again in soft and sweet Jungkook he refuses to scent him
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- Past toxic relationships
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- Past toxic relationships
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Seokjin was in his teens when he met them, the first omega who made his world spin. He had barely presented; his alpha hormones were on full blast and his scent just burst in a cloud that made the entire classroom cover their noses from how pungent it was.
The omega looked him up and down, smiled and offered a hand that led Seokjin along a torturous road to his first heartbreak.
He came out of that relationship knowing that one does not scent their omega in public, because it’s indecent and makes people think the omega is easy, opens the door for other savages (like Seokjin was told he was) to think they can do the same.
Omega number two came a few years later. Their flowery scent caught Seokjin’s attention when they stepped into the flower shop he used to work at after school.
They were pretty, they touched Seokjin’s crooked fingers more than necessary when they paid for a bouquet of roses and they left their phone number written on the back of Seokjin’s hand with a red pen.
Seokjin was wiling to open himself up once again, even after the horrible way things went the last time. He scented this omega only when they allowed (which wasn’t very often, because what were they? Fucking animals?)
and he was always at their beck and call (because, according to them, alphas should be the ones on their knees, not the other way around).
It hurt so much when Seokjin found them scenting another omega right in the open, with a smile on their mouth while saying sweet nothings that broke Seokjin’s heart for the second time.
After that, Seokjin spent a lot of time by himself, believing that if it had happened twice, with two different people, he had to be the problem.
He had just decided to never put himself out there, when it happened once more. Seokjin was so scared to get his heart broken again, that he went into the relationship quite unwillingly, with all his walls up.
But this omega took their time slowly chipping away at the blockade, until their hands finally reached Seokjin’s heart. Then they ripped it out of his chest, threw it to the ground and tap-danced all over it.
Seokjin learned from them that if you’re an alpha, you better be prepared to wear a scent patch and take hormone blockers for the rest of your life.
Because otherwise no one will ever want you, because civilized people don’t act like animals, don’t let themselves be controlled by their instincts, don’t go around scenting their partners to ‘show affection’ because that’s just a way to stake a claim,
and people don’t behave like that.
To say Seokjin is scared of getting close to an omega after all the shit he went trough would be the understatement of the century.
To say Seokjin is scared of getting close to an omega after all the shit he went trough would be the understatement of the century.
Nowadays he straight up refuses to even be in their vicinity. Rationally, he knows that, like him and other alphas aren’t all the same, omegas aren’t either.
But he’s so tired of having to suppress himself, to try to mold his instincts into something that they aren’t to keep someone else happy, least of all if that someone doesn’t even think of Seokjin as a person worthy of respect.
He’s done, and he tells his best friend as much when he tries to set him up on a blind date for the nth time.
“So what? You’re gonna be single for the rest of your life?” Yoongi slaps the table, making Seokjin’s coffee cup rattle around.
There’s a devilish glint in his eye when he leans forward to close the book Seokjin’s been pretending to read for the past ten minutes. “Come on, I swear on my music that Jungkook is not like that.”
“I don’t know, that’s what you said the last time, and now I can’t walk past a bakery shop without feeling the phantom itch of a scent patch on my neck. It hurt Yoongi, I miss being able to eat cupcakes,” Seokjin sighs.
He reaches for his coffee and takes a sip. His eyes remain on Yoongi and the guilt clear on his face.
Omega number three wasn’t Yoongi’s fault, but some part of both of them seems to think so, if Seokjin’s inability to keep bringing the cupcake situation up, and Yoongi’s insistence on setting Seokjin with someone new are anything to go by.
“Fuck, I wanna find that asshole and kick their ass again,” Yoongi grunts. He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Yeah… I don’t wanna talk about them,” Seokjin says.
“You’re the one who brought them up.”
“Yeah… I don’t wanna talk about them,” Seokjin says.
“You’re the one who brought them up.”
“Shut up.” Seokjin reaches for the last strawberry on top of Yoongi’s cake and pops it in his mouth. “Why is this Jungkook so special anyway? Are you sure that you’re not actually in love with him? Because he’s been all you’ve talked about since the semester started.”
“Here we go again,” Yoongi throws his hands in the air. He gives Seokjin an exasperated look. “You know I don’t go for omegas, and that me and Hoseok are happy as fuck, thank you very much.”
“Please don’t rub your relationship in my face.”
“Please don’t rub your relationship in my face.”
“I’ll stop pestering you if you agree to just one date with Jungkook,” Yoongi says. When he notices the disinterested expression on Seokjin’s face, he takes his phone out of his pocket.
“Otherwise, prepare yourself to analyze each and every one of the photos Hoseok took during our last vacation, 18+ included.”
“For fucks sake! Fine!” He stands up, frowning at Yoongi’s devious smirk, the one he always uses when he wins against Seokjin. “Text me the time and place. I’ll go, but I reserve the right to walk away without explanation if I don’t like him.”
“Oh, that won’t happen.”
“Yeah, whatever, I’m gonna be late to class.”
Seokjin walks out of the coffee shop without looking back, he doesn’t want to see Yoongi’s stupid smirk ever again (he’s lying).
“Yeah, whatever, I’m gonna be late to class.”
Seokjin walks out of the coffee shop without looking back, he doesn’t want to see Yoongi’s stupid smirk ever again (he’s lying).
Later that night he receives a text from Yoongi that reads ‘Friday, 5pm, our spot’ and he leaves it on read, which grants him an extra ‘Asshole, don’t ignore me’, that he also leaves on read.
Throughout the rest of the week, Seokjin tries really hard not to think about his date with an absolute stranger. Nor that the stranger is an omega and the way that fact makes his skin crawl.
Come Friday, Seokjin’s a mess.
Their spot is a bar in a secluded hallway near campus. Seokjin checks his reflection on the front door before walking in, to make sure that his hair is still in place despite the cold November wind.
Their spot is a bar in a secluded hallway near campus. Seokjin checks his reflection on the front door before walking in, to make sure that his hair is still in place despite the cold November wind.
He’s wearing his all-black attire with the only leather jacket he owns because Yoongi told him Jungkook saw him waring it once and he tripped on air.
Yoongi was sure that it’d give him extra points, and even when Seokjin isn’t sure he wants those extra points, he still ended up waring the damn jacket. His eyes fall onto the patch on his neck and he takes a deep breath before walking inside.
He smells Jungkook before he sees him. Seokjin doesn’t even know how he knows the lovely scent is Jungkook’s because Yoongi never described it to him, but he knows.
And when his gaze finds the omega sitting at a table all by himself, wearing the baby blue shirt Yoongi told him about, and looking so soft and so pretty that Seokjin wants to keep him in his pocket, he turns around and makes for the door again.
But apparently Jungkook noticed him, because he hears a soft voice with the cutest lisp calling for him.
“Ah! Seokjin!”
“Ah! Seokjin!”
Seokjin walks faster after he hears the scratch of Jungkook’s chair against the floor. He can’t do this. Jungkook looks and smells like he could destroy Seokjin all over again, and he’s not sure he’d be able to say no if he stays.
“Hey, pretty thing. What is such a lovely omega doing here on their own?”
Seokjin stops dead in his tracks. He needs to get out of here, but he’d be such and asshole if he just left after hearing that.
Seokjin stops dead in his tracks. He needs to get out of here, but he’d be such and asshole if he just left after hearing that.
Helping Jungkook out is the decent thing to do, and mama didn’t raise no asshole.
He turns around to find a completely unexpected scene.
He turns around to find a completely unexpected scene.
Soft, beautiful Jungkook has a very distressed smelling alpha kissing the floor, one arm bent back at an awkward angle while Jungkook holds his wrist with such an apparent ease.
There’s a scowl on Jungkook’s face and he looks utterly disgusted by the asshole who’s crying to be let go. Seokjin’s jaw drops open, and then Jungkook looks up and when his eyes meet Seokjin’s they acquire this distinct shine Seokjin has never seen before.
The scent of vanilla milk and cookies hits Seokjin like a sack of bricks and he gasps, feeling his mouth water.
Jungkook drops the alpha’s arm and kicks him once for good measure before stumbling over to where Seokjin’s glued to the floor.
He’s a couple of inches shorter than Seokjin, but his presence fills the room better than anyone else could ever. Jungkook smiles at him all bunny teeth and scrunched nose and Seokjin’s fucked.
Any need Seokjin ever felt to never let himself be exposed to anyone ever again flies out the window. His walls crumble as if they were a very badly constructed house of cards as him and Jungkook huddle close together at the table where Jungkook was waiting for him.
They talk for hours, with such an ease that makes Seokjin feel like he has known Jungkook all his life. And when the bar is closing up but they don’t want to part ways yet, they walk down the empty street, still talking about the latest game Jungkook’s been obsessed with.
A harsh, cold wind blows past them, bringing Jungkook’s delicious scent to Seokjin’s nose and making Jungkook shiver.
Seokjin doesn’t think twice before taking his jacket off, which leaves him in only a light tank top, but alphas always run hotter anyway, so he doesn’t really mind.
He does stop walking the moment he realizes that offering his jacket to Jungkook may be taken badly when a distant memory flashes in front of his eyes.
The omega’s anger, the snarl on their face as they slapped Seokjin’s hand away and called him names in front of their friends, all because Seokjin tried to give them his jacket because they looked cold.
It was bad, he shouldn’t have done that, it was a possessive move to stake his claim to the omega, a display of power to the other alphas in the group, Seokjin shouldn’t have even thought of doing that, what was wrong with him?
“Seokjin?” Jungkook looks back at him from a couple of steps ahead. His eyes are wide and his semi-permanent smile morphs into a little ‘o’. Seokjin panics. “Can I have it?”
“Uh?” Seokjin mumbles, confused. Jungkook wants his jacket?
“Um, your jacket? It’s kinda cold and I’ve heard that alphas run hotter than omegas. Is that true? Would you be okay if…” Jungkook trails off after Seokjin quickly comes closer to drape the jacket over his shoulders.
“Um, your jacket? It’s kinda cold and I’ve heard that alphas run hotter than omegas. Is that true? Would you be okay if…” Jungkook trails off after Seokjin quickly comes closer to drape the jacket over his shoulders.
His eyes dilate when Seokjin’s scent that lingers on the fabric from the last time he wore it without a patch wafts to Jungkook’s nose. He immediately turns his face into the collar of the jacket and inhales hard. “Ah, you smell so good,” Jungkook whimpers.
Seokjin’s taken aback by Jungkook’s reaction. His brain effectively short circuits when Jungkook’s scent turns sweeter, so much that Seokjin can almost taste it on the back of his tongue, and it makes something hot burn inside of him.
Before Seokjin even knows what he’s doing, he turns around and runs.
He hears Jungkook calling for him, but this time he doesn’t stop. The voice in his head tells him to go back, that Jungkook seems nice enough.
But that voice has fucked Seokjin over in the past, and he’s done listening to it. Omegas one to three were nice enough, more than nice even, and they both know how all of that ended up. Seokjin refuses to let himself be hurt again.
The apartment he shares with Yoongi is empty when Seokjin steps inside. He drops the keys somewhere near the rack where they’re usually neatly placed, and he stares at himself in the mirror.
He looks wild, for lack of a better word. His hair is all over the place, his face red from the exertion of running all the way from campus. His eyes are still dilated, letting him know that the effect of Jungkook’s scent still hasn’t worn off.
It was dangerous and very stupid, Seokjin tells himself, to offer his jacket just like that. And the way Jungkook reacted, the way his eyes fluttered closed as he inhaled Seokjin’s lingering scent, it was something Seokjin has never seen before.
No omega had ever actively wanted to take in Seokjin’s scent, not from his neck, not from clothes. They must have had more to drink than Seokjin thought for Jungkook to act like that, there’s no other possible explanation.
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Over the next couple of days, Seokjin tries to bury himself in work. When he’s not in a classroom trying to help his students, he’s at the school library grading their homework, or giving private tutoring lessons.
Whatever helps to keep his mind from going back to Jungkook’s bright eyes and his delicious scent.
It works perfectly until the weekend, when he comes home from school and Jungkook’s sitting by the kitchen counter, having a very heated discussion with Yoongi about a music topic that Seokjin doesn’t understand.
They don’t notice he’s there, and that leaves Seokjin enough room to turn on his heels and flee, but he can’t. He’s kind of hypnotized by the furrow of Jungkook’s brow, by the way he arches his back as he tries to lean over the counter to pinch Yoongi’s cheek.
Seokjin wants to go over there and pull Jungkook away, and he knows that those are his instincts talking. The same instincts that have been making him dream of big doe eyes and the taste of vanilla.
The same instincts that no omega would ever want because they’re too much, to animalistic.
There’s a rumble buzzing in Seokjin’s ears. He doesn’t realize the sound is coming from him until Yoongi and Jungkook go silent and turn to look at him. Then it’s too late to run again.
There’s a rumble buzzing in Seokjin’s ears. He doesn’t realize the sound is coming from him until Yoongi and Jungkook go silent and turn to look at him. Then it’s too late to run again.
Jungkook’s mouth falls open. He stares at Seokjin, then at Yoongi, then back at Seokjin and he pouts.
“I swear I’m not following you around. Yoongi didn’t tell me you’d be here,” Jungkook says, trying to make himself look smaller.
“I swear I’m not following you around. Yoongi didn’t tell me you’d be here,” Jungkook says, trying to make himself look smaller.
“Why wouldn’t I be? This is where I live,” Seokjin mumbles, fidgeting with the handle of his suitcase.
Jungkook is surprised by the declaration, his pink lips part as he glares back at Yoongi, who is smiling. “This was a trap!” Jungkook says, pointing his finger at Yoongi.
“Oh, look at the time, I gotta go,” Yoongi says after taking a look at his naked wrist. He steps from behind the counter and clasps his hand on Seokjin’s shoulder. “I was getting tired of him asking about you every fucking day, deal with it now.”
Yoongi leaves.
Yoongi leaves.
Jungkook looks very conflicted as he wrings his hands in his lap. He’s wearing a black, oversized hoodie that covers half of them, only his fingertips peeking from under it. His eyes have that same shine from that night when they find Seokjin’s. It makes Seokjin’s breath falter.
They just stare at each other for what feels like ages. Seokjin can’t bring himself to look away, and Jungkook holds his gaze like a champion, which is something no omega has done before.
Jungkook stands up from his chair and starts stepping closer. Seokjin drops his suitcase and takes a few steps of his own.
It feels natural, the way they seem drawn to each other, almost instinctual.
It feels natural, the way they seem drawn to each other, almost instinctual.
Something in the air shifts around them and when Jungkook is close enough for Seokjin to touch, he remembers that he isn’t wearing a patch.
He tries to step back, but Jungkook grabs his tie to keep him in place. Seokjin holds his breath.
“I still have your jacket,” Jungkook whispers. He leans forward, slowly, so very slowly, until the tip of his nose is right under Seokjin’s jaw, cold against Seokjin’s heated skin, it sends a delicious shiver up his spine. “I hope you don’t mind that I put it in my nest.”
Seokjin gasps. The words make something flicker on deep within Seokjin, and he moves without thinking about it. For a moment rational Seokjin disappears completely and the wild side takes over.
His hands wrap gently around Jungkook’s neck, his thumb brushing over Jungkook’s scent gland and the omega trembles under his touch. They’re close, so close that all Seokjin has to do is tilt his head down to capture Jungkook’s lips in a kiss.
This omega has a nest. This omega willingly put Seokjin’s scent in his nest. This omega wants them. Just at the thought crosses his wild side, the moment is over and rational Seokjin wakes up.
He tries to pull back, but Jungkook’s hand on his collar tug him closer and the next thing he knows, Jungkook is kissing him. It’s soft, sweet but at the same time very dominant, almost violent.
Seokjin has to put every ounce of self-restraint into not letting himself be swept over, into controlling his scent.
But it feels so good, and his hands seem to have a mind of their own as they find their place, one on Jungkook’s neck over his scent gland, and the other on the back of his head.
“Don’t run away again,” Jungkook breathes out against Seokjin’s lips. There’s teasing tone to his voice that very badly tries to conceal the worry clear in his eyes. “Please.”
“I won’t,” Seokjin replies.
“I won’t,” Seokjin replies.
All his walls end up on the ground once again.
Seokjin offers to make dinner, and Jungkook quickly agrees, perching himself up on the chair by the counter while Seokjin works his way around the kitchen.
Seokjin offers to make dinner, and Jungkook quickly agrees, perching himself up on the chair by the counter while Seokjin works his way around the kitchen.
Jungkook doesn’t ask him for the reason why left him so suddenly that night, he doesn’t pressure Seokjin to say anything, and Seokjin is grateful because he’s sure he’s nowhere near ready to have that conversation.
After dinner, they move to the couch in the small living room, and like at the bar, conversation flows easily. Jungkook talks about his week, how being an intern at the company where Yoongi works has been very hard, yet fulfilling, and then he asks about Seokjin’s week.
His eyes remain glued to Seokjin’s face as he goes through everything he did in his attempt to not thing about Jungkook, and before Seokjin can embarrass himself by mentioning his dreams about cookies and milk, Jungkook puts a hand on his thigh, effectively shutting him up.
“Can I scent you?” Jungkook suddenly asks.
Seokjin’s whole body goes stiff in a second. He looks at Jungkook’s bright eyes and his slightly parted lips and he can’t find it in himself to say no. So, he nods jerkily.
Seokjin’s whole body goes stiff in a second. He looks at Jungkook’s bright eyes and his slightly parted lips and he can’t find it in himself to say no. So, he nods jerkily.
In the blink of an eye, he has a lapful of Jungkook. Fluffy black hair tickles his nose as Jungkook rubs his face against Seokjin’s neck, letting out cute little chirps that make it all the harder for Seokjin to keep his scent under control.
A part of him wants to wrap Jungkook in his arms and scent him back, but the other part remembers his past mistakes all to well, so he stays still as Jungkook squirms in his lap and fills the room with his exquisite aroma.
Once Jungkook is satisfied, he tucks his head under Seokjin’s chin and melts against him, the deep purr coming from him making both of their chests vibrate pleasantly.
That’s how Yoongi and Hoseok find them when they enter the room. Yoongi arches an eyebrow at Seokjin, silently asking what the fuck is going on, because their position and the smell permeating the apartment aren’t clear enough, apparently.
Hoseok beams at him and gives him a double thumbs up before dragging Yoongi away, aware that when an omega stakes a claim on an alpha, the last thing they need is other alphas around.
Just like that, Seokjin finds himself open. His heart swells in his chest when Jungkook tries to bury deeper into him, letting out a soft huff as he rubs his cheek against the scent gland on Seokjin’s neck and gets not even a single drop of scent in return.
Seokjin thinks this is it, the point where Jungkook realizes that Seokjin is not the alpha he wants, but he just kisses the little bump of skin and mutters a soft ‘it’s okay’ that works wonders in making the last crumbles of Seokjin’s walls disappear.
With Jungkook, he may be able to love again, Seokjin thinks, winding his arms around Jungkook’s back to pull him even closer.
Soon enough, Seokjin and Jungkook become that one clingy couple that everyone complains about in their now combined friend group.
Very early in their relationship, Seokjin finds out that Jungkook comes in a package deal with Taehyung and Jimin, a couple of omegas that have been with him ever since he was a child. And that’s when Seokjin thinks again about running away.
But Jungkook has learned quickly, and he can now tell when unnecessary thoughts are cursing through Seokjin’s mind, because he grabs Seokjin by the hand and, without really knowing about Seokjin’s awful past, he teaches him that not every omega is like the ones who hurt him,
specially not Jungkook and his friends.
Little by little Seokjin learns how to spend time with other omegas apart from Jungkook, mostly since Jimin and Taehyung keep coming over to his apartment because they’ve formed some kind of weirdly familiar bond with Yoongi and Hoseok,
Little by little Seokjin learns how to spend time with other omegas apart from Jungkook, mostly since Jimin and Taehyung keep coming over to his apartment because they’ve formed some kind of weirdly familiar bond with Yoongi and Hoseok,
which later extends to Seokjin too and it all feels like his mother always told him a pack should feel.
For the first time in his life, Seokjin can say that he feels happy. Even if he’s still unable to think about scenting Jungkook back without the hurtful memories coming forward.
But Jungkook understands that Seokjin isn’t ready, and seems content with doing enough scenting for the both of them. Everything is fine, and Seokjin is happy.
Until one day Jungkook comes to visit after work, and he smells of another alpha.
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Jungkook doesn’t immediately know what’s wrong. In fact, he doesn’t even know something’s wrong. He’s too distracted taking his sweater off at the entrance, and by the time he enters the living room Seokjin’s face is contorted in some sort of pained expression.
Jungkook doesn’t immediately know what’s wrong. In fact, he doesn’t even know something’s wrong. He’s too distracted taking his sweater off at the entrance, and by the time he enters the living room Seokjin’s face is contorted in some sort of pained expression.
Jungkook immediately worries about every possibility of what could’ve happened, as he has learned to do over the course of the six months he’s been Seokjin’s omega
(a title he gave himself because Seokjin has never called him that, but hey, he didn’t reject Jungkook’s claim either so).
He doesn’t have a lot of time to think, though. One second Seokjin looks like he’s about to cry, and the next his eyes flash an angry red, his mouth curls into a ravenous snarl as his hands ball into fists and all of Jungkook’s instincts scream at him to run.
But it’s not 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑛, this is not some sort of mating ritual, this are his instincts urging him to get to a safe place, but Jungkook doesn’t even understand why.
The room smells of something clean, hints of Yoongi’s papery scent here and there, some of Hoseok’s soapy one, even Jimin and Taehyung’s combined salt-caramel. Seokjin’s scent is nowhere, as it has been ever since they became a couple.
And that’s why Jungkook doesn’t understand why there’s any danger he should run from in here.
Seokjin starts growling right when Yoongi walks into the living room. Yoongi’s scent spikes with worry and Jungkook sends him a questioning stare. Yoongi’s eyes are wide, his mouth open in surprise, and what he says next makes Jungkook lose his balance.
“Get out!”
“Wh—”
“Jungkook! Get out!” Yoongi screams and his scent becomes so dense Jungkook can feel it heavy on the back of his throat.
“Wh—”
“Jungkook! Get out!” Yoongi screams and his scent becomes so dense Jungkook can feel it heavy on the back of his throat.
That’s when Seokjin moves. He takes a step towards Jungkook, a clawed hand reaching forward. Jungkook knows by now that he can’t be here, but he’s so stunned by whatever the fuck is going on that he has forgotten how to control his body.
Yoongi strides across the room to tackle Seokjin into the ground, but Seokjin is bigger and Yoongi struggles to hold him down.
He pushes his forearm against Seokjin’s neck, legs wrapped around Seokjin’s waist to restrain him with all of his body weight.
Seokjin snaps his teeth close to Yoongi’s face, fangs dangerously sharp gleaming under the light from the table lamp.
Seokjin snaps his teeth close to Yoongi’s face, fangs dangerously sharp gleaming under the light from the table lamp.
Jungkook’s heart clenches in his chest, he’s never seen Seokjin like this. A weird mix of fear and something darker sparks deep within Jungkook, makes him want to take a step closer, push Yoongi off Seokjin and take his place.
“Jungkook! Get the fuck out!” Yoongi growls, strained with the force he’s using against Seokjin.
Jungkook startles and steps back. The last thing he sees before he closes the door is Yoongi closing his fangs on Seokjin’s neck.
He collapses against the door, hand still on the handle and heart trying to beat out of his chest. He’s shaking all over and there’s a persistent buzzing in his ears, a distant voice pleading for him to go back inside, to be there with their alpha, to figure out what’s wrong.
But for all of Jungkook being perfectly in touch with his wild side, he knows how to remain in control, and even if he doesn’t understand what’s going on, he knows going back is not a good idea.
Seokjin and Yoongi’s apartment is completely sound proof, so Jungkook waits on the floor outside with nothing but the buzz of the lights of the hallway to keep him company.
About half an hour later the door opens and Yoongi steps outside. There’s a bleeding scratch on the left side of his face and deep teeth marks barely off the scent gland on his neck.
Jungkook stares at him with wide eyes as Yoongi closes the door again and drops next to him.
“What the fuck just happened?” Jungkook’s voice shakes. He reaches to clean the blood dripping from Yoongi’s chin with the cuff of his sleeve. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, this is nothing.” Yoongi grabs him by the wrist to stop his fuzzing. “Why do you smell like Namjoon?”
“Uh?” Jungkook’s still a little bit out of it. He looks at Yoongi’s fingers around his wrist, then at the marks on Yoongi’s neck and back at his face. “We… we were working together before I clocked off, what—”
“But why do you smell like him?” Yoongi insists. He lets go of Jungkook to run his fingers through his hair. “Fuck, Jungkook, this is bad.”
“Yoongi, I don’t understand what is going on!” Jungkook cups Yoongi’s face and forces him to look his way. Yoongi’s eyes are still flashing red from his fight with Seokjin.
“Namjoon…. He… I… we were together when I got an email from the higher ups. They liked my song and they want to include it in Taehyung’s next album.
We got excited by the news and he gave me a hug, I guess that’s why his scent is on me, but what does that have to do with Seokjin’s reaction?”
Yoongi goes silent. He stares at Jungkook, as it looking for something in his face, then his eyebrows go up.
“He hasn’t told you,” Yoongi breathes out.
“He hasn’t told you,” Yoongi breathes out.
“Tell me what?” Jungkook asks. Yoongi presses his lips in a tight line as he avoids Jungkook’s eyes. “Tell me what?!”
“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbles. He clenches his jaw and takes Jungkook’s hands between his own. “Omega number two.” Jungkook gasps. He hasn’t heard the whole story, but he knows about the nameless three.
Yoongi clicks his tongue. “Seokjin caught them scenting someone else after they told him it was out of the question. It fucked him up pretty bad.”
“B-but… you guys scent me all the time.”
“We scent Seokjin too; he knows all of us. It’s different.”
“I need to talk to him.” Jungkook shakes his hands out of Yoongi’s hold and stands up.
“We scent Seokjin too; he knows all of us. It’s different.”
“I need to talk to him.” Jungkook shakes his hands out of Yoongi’s hold and stands up.
“Jungkook, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
And maybe Yoongi’s right, but Jungkook can’t let Seokjin think that he’s like them, so he goes inside.
And maybe Yoongi’s right, but Jungkook can’t let Seokjin think that he’s like them, so he goes inside.
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Seokjin feels hollow. Cold.
It hurts. It’s familiar.
Well, he definitely saw this coming and it’s all his fault for deluding himself into thinking that this time it’d be different. He’s so stupid.
Seokjin feels hollow. Cold.
It hurts. It’s familiar.
Well, he definitely saw this coming and it’s all his fault for deluding himself into thinking that this time it’d be different. He’s so stupid.
Yoongi’s bite on the side of his neck throbs painfully. Seokjin can tell it’s still bleeding under the bandage and he appreciates the brief distraction from the pain coming from within.
There’s a knock on his door. Jungkook’s sweet vanilla milk scent tastes sour as it filters into his room from under the door, the underlying happy smoky scent from the stranger still clinging to it. It makes Seokjin’s stomach turn. He wants to throw up.
How could he let this happen again?
He can hear them now. Omega number two and their poison words. He can see their eyes. Their arms around the stranger.
He can hear them now. Omega number two and their poison words. He can see their eyes. Their arms around the stranger.
And suddenly it’s Jungkook clinging to someone else, Jungkook asking someone else to scent him because Seokjin is a subpar alpha who just can’t do it.
It hurts so much.
It hurts so much.
“Darling, please open the door.” There’s another knock, soft and delicate like Jungkook’s voice, waiting to shred Seokjin’s world to pieces again.
Seokjin covers his head with his blanket and curls into a ball next to his bed. He can’t do this.
He can’t.
Seokjin covers his head with his blanket and curls into a ball next to his bed. He can’t do this.
He can’t.
//cw: brief depiction of throwing up , self-harm
The knocks persist and Jungkook keeps calling for him for a long while. Seokjin throws up into his trash can twice. The smoky scent in Jungkook’s makes him upset.
The knocks persist and Jungkook keeps calling for him for a long while. Seokjin throws up into his trash can twice. The smoky scent in Jungkook’s makes him upset.
It crawls down his throat and constricts his lungs from the inside. He can’t breathe but he can’t ask for help. He just curls smaller and hugs himself, claws piercing the skin of his arms. External pain helps.
//cw over
Who knows how long it’s been by the time the knocks stop. Yoongi’s familiar scent is there for a moment and then they’re both gone.
Who knows how long it’s been by the time the knocks stop. Yoongi’s familiar scent is there for a moment and then they’re both gone.
Seokjin can’t breathe properly yet, but it starts getting easier. He presses a couple of fingers to the bite on his neck and counts the beats of his heart.
// cw: panic attack
The door opening startles Seokjin awake. For a moment he doesn’t remember anything, then the wound on his neck throbs and suddenly the bandage is too tight.
The door opening startles Seokjin awake. For a moment he doesn’t remember anything, then the wound on his neck throbs and suddenly the bandage is too tight.
He starts pulling at the cloth desperately, trying to get it off as quick as possible but he can’t. He can’t breathe again. A pitiful whimper leaves his mouth as he tears at the bandage and kicks the blanket off.
Someone kneels by his side. It takes him more than it should to realize that the hands trying to stop him from scratching at his neck are Yoongi’s, but when he does, he stops moving. Yoongi’s rich scent fills the room as he takes hold of Seokjin’s wrist and pins them by his sides
Yoongi leans forward until his forehead touches Seokjin’s.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Yoongi whispers. His hands slide from Seokjin’s wrists, up his arms and shoulders and he rest the palms flat on Seokjin’s chest, putting just enough pressure to ground Seokjin.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Yoongi whispers. His hands slide from Seokjin’s wrists, up his arms and shoulders and he rest the palms flat on Seokjin’s chest, putting just enough pressure to ground Seokjin.
“Breathe with me,” Yoongi commands.
Seokjin’s instincts tell him to fight back, he can’t submit. But Yoongi smells soft and so familiar, like home. Yoongi makes him feel safe, at ease. Yoongi is the only one who has always had his back.
Seokjin’s instincts tell him to fight back, he can’t submit. But Yoongi smells soft and so familiar, like home. Yoongi makes him feel safe, at ease. Yoongi is the only one who has always had his back.
Omega number three was not his fault. Jungkook is not his fault. Omega number four is not Yoongi’s fault.
The first few tears spill hot down Seokjin’s temples as he focuses on following the rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing. In and out. In and out. Out. Out. It’s wrong, he can’t.
The first few tears spill hot down Seokjin’s temples as he focuses on following the rhythm of Yoongi’s breathing. In and out. In and out. Out. Out. It’s wrong, he can’t.
“Yoongi,” Seokjin cries. His hands fist the back of Yoongi’s shirt, searching for something to hold on to.
“You can do it,” Yoongi shushes him. His fingers flutter over Seokjin’s face. He thumbs the tears away. “In.” Seokjin inhales. “Out.” Seokjin exhales. “In. Out. Easy as that.”
It takes him a while, but Yoongi guides him on every step of the way, always close.
It takes him a while, but Yoongi guides him on every step of the way, always close.
// cw over
“What time is it? I have to—”
“I called your principal; you’re not going in today.” Yoongi interrupts him. His voice is free of command, but still firm.
“What time is it? I have to—”
“I called your principal; you’re not going in today.” Yoongi interrupts him. His voice is free of command, but still firm.
It makes Seokjin want to fight it, but he knows Yoongi’s right, he’s in no state of going anywhere. In no state of being anywhere that would give him the chance to see any omega.
This isn’t the first time they’ve dealt with this; they know how it goes.
This isn’t the first time they’ve dealt with this; they know how it goes.
Seokjin nods and Yoongi sighs, finally pulling back. He offers a hand that Seokjin takes and once he’s up Yoongi embraces him in the most delicate hug Yoongi can offer, the one he reserves for Seokjin and Seokjin only. This is one of the reasons why Yoongi’s his best friend.
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Weeks after omega number four are hard. Very hard. Harder than Seokjin has ever felt before. He tries not to think much about them, but they were so different from omegas one through three, and the differences are what make them so difficult not to think about.
Omega number four claimed Seokjin with their scent, and now everything related to cookies and milk and vanilla is a trigger for him. This is the fucking cupcake incident all over again.
Seokjin can’t even go to his favorite coffee shop with Yoongi anymore, because they sell cookies, and lattes and there’s always some underlying vanilla scent that makes Seokjin think of omega number four.
The first time they went there after omega number four, the scent hit Seokjin and he almost barreled past Yoongi on his way out.
At the end of the first week Seokjin saw omega number four waiting for him after class.
He went back into his class room, called Yoongi and asked him to do something. Yoongi came an hour later looking completely disheveled.
He went back into his class room, called Yoongi and asked him to do something. Yoongi came an hour later looking completely disheveled.
Seokjin spied their interaction from a closed window, saw the tears fall from omega number four’s cheeks, saw the lovely pout on their mouth. Saw Yoongi hugging them goodbye. And then Yoongi came to Seokjin and took him home.
// cw throwing up
One night during week two, Yoongi came from work with the scent of vanilla milk all over him. Seokjin threw up on the kitchen sink and Yoongi apologized before rushing to take a shower.
One night during week two, Yoongi came from work with the scent of vanilla milk all over him. Seokjin threw up on the kitchen sink and Yoongi apologized before rushing to take a shower.
// cw over
They sat next to each other for dinner and ate in silence.
“He keeps asking about you,” Yoongi said from behind his coffee mug.
“Who?” Seokjin replied.
“Jungkook.”
“Who?”
They sat next to each other for dinner and ate in silence.
“He keeps asking about you,” Yoongi said from behind his coffee mug.
“Who?” Seokjin replied.
“Jungkook.”
“Who?”
Yoongi sighed and started talking about a story Hoseok had shared from one of his dance classes.
Week three was unremarkable. Seokjin dreamed about big doe eyes, bunny smiles and scrunched noses every night. He woke up feeling lifeless every morning. That was when the voice started telling him to go to omega number four. Seokjin ignored it.
Shit hit the fan on Wednesday of week four.
Seokjin saw the tall man with the cute dimples from the distance. The man was waiting by the campus exit, talking to someone Seokjin couldn’t see.
Seokjin saw the tall man with the cute dimples from the distance. The man was waiting by the campus exit, talking to someone Seokjin couldn’t see.
He was a stranger, but his presence was hard to ignore. Like omega number four’s, the voice told him.
As he got closer, it hit him. The smoky scent. Seokjin froze in place and his stomach twisted painfully.
As he got closer, it hit him. The smoky scent. Seokjin froze in place and his stomach twisted painfully.
The man’s eyes found Seokjin’s, then omega number four popped from behind the wall and Seokjin blacked out.
He was home when he woke up, on his bed. Yoongi was dabbing a cotton soaked in alcohol against his lower lip and Seokjin hissed at the burn.
He was home when he woke up, on his bed. Yoongi was dabbing a cotton soaked in alcohol against his lower lip and Seokjin hissed at the burn.
“I think you need to go back to therapy,” was all that Yoongi said. His eyes didn’t dare meet Seokjin’s.
“It happened again,” Seokjin whispered.
“It happened again,” Seokjin whispered.
Yoongi nodded and Seokjin knew that they were all right. Omegas one through three, that is.
Seokjin’s instincts were savage. Seokjin’s instincts were dangerous. Seokjin was dangerous and that was the reason why he didn’t deserve anyone.
Seokjin’s instincts were savage. Seokjin’s instincts were dangerous. Seokjin was dangerous and that was the reason why he didn’t deserve anyone.
“Are they okay?” Seokjin asked. He closed his eyes as he waited for Yoongi’s answer, fearing it.
“Namjoon’s a little scratched up. Jungkook had to be hurried to the hospital, he went into a hormone high. A pretty bad one. Hoseok’s there with him now.”
“Namjoon’s a little scratched up. Jungkook had to be hurried to the hospital, he went into a hormone high. A pretty bad one. Hoseok’s there with him now.”
“They were right.”
“Seokjin.” Yoongi put a hand on Seokjin’s and squeezed. “They weren’t. But you know this is what happens when you suppress your instincts for so long. You have to lay off the blockers and the patches and go back to therapy.”
“Seokjin.” Yoongi put a hand on Seokjin’s and squeezed. “They weren’t. But you know this is what happens when you suppress your instincts for so long. You have to lay off the blockers and the patches and go back to therapy.”
At the end of week four, Seokjin goes to therapy.
It’s pretty much the same as the last time. The doctors lay him off the chemicals first. He goes into withdrawal and it hurts for a few days. Then they start with the one-on-one sessions.
It’s pretty much the same as the last time. The doctors lay him off the chemicals first. He goes into withdrawal and it hurts for a few days. Then they start with the one-on-one sessions.
Seokjin has to relearn (for the second time) how to accept his wild side, because it’s a part of him that isn’t going away.
So, he practices everything from commanding to knotting.
So, he practices everything from commanding to knotting.
They bring Yoongi in so he can practice scenting and it goes spectacularly fine for all of three seconds,
until he loses control because he never learned how to do it properly, because that was the one part no one ever wanted and the one he repressed the most, and Yoongi goes into rut.
They take Yoongi away and bring Hoseok, and they ask Seokjin to give it another go. He sends Hoseok into a scent high. They take Hoseok away and give Seokjin one dose of blockers.
The time Seokjin spends in the facility is like reliving presentation day over and over again. Just like last time.
He sends Yoongi into rut three times more in the course of two months. As per Yoongi’s request, Hoseok stops being part of the practices after the second time he ends up with a scent high.
When Seokjin tries to practice by himself, to get reacquainted with his own scent, he ends up going into rut and the face of Omega number four is all he can think about as he humps the rut toy the doctors provide him.
That week, all he can hear is a rumbling that he’s pretty sure is coming from himself, and the nagging voice in the back of his mind that first pleads and later demands for them to go back to omega number four.
“Who is Jungkook?” His doctor asks him two days after his rut is over. Seokjin goes stiff. Did Yoongi tell them about… “No, Mr. Min didn’t say anything. Jungkook is the name your alpha was calling during its clarity times. Who are they?”
“Omega number four,” He replies after a while.
“Mm, I see.” The doctor writes something down on her notebook and then she looks at him. Her eyes have always been a weird mix of warmth welcoming and cold calculation. Seokjin likes her a lot.
“Mm, I see.” The doctor writes something down on her notebook and then she looks at him. Her eyes have always been a weird mix of warmth welcoming and cold calculation. Seokjin likes her a lot.
She’s the one that came up with the numbering system to help him cope with his past traumatic experiences. Something about reducing them to just numbers because the wild side is so base it doesn’t really understand the concept.
Seokjin doesn’t exactly remember why it works, but it does, so he doesn’t question it.
“Did they, by any chance, stake a scent claim on you?”
“Uh, yes.”
“Did they, by any chance, stake a scent claim on you?”
“Uh, yes.”
The doctor presses her lips into a thin line as she looks through past notes in her notebook and the clipboard with Seokjin’s test results.
“No wonder we were getting nowhere with the scent practice,” she says. “I think you bonded with them.”
“No wonder we were getting nowhere with the scent practice,” she says. “I think you bonded with them.”
“Wh… Bo… With Jung…” Seokjin sputters. There’s a scream of joy inside his head but a terrible sense of dread floods him. “How?! I never even scented him back! I couldn’t!”
“In one of our earlier sessions, you said that you lent him your jacket during your first date.” She waits for him to nod. “Had you worn that jacket without a patch before then?” Seokjin nods again, unsure where this is going.
“Did you perform any kind of activity that made you sweat while wearing the jacket.”
That’s when it hits Seokjin. That night all those months ago. Jungkook inhaling into the collar of the jacket.
That’s when it hits Seokjin. That night all those months ago. Jungkook inhaling into the collar of the jacket.
“He said I smelled good,” Seokjin whispers. “He put the jacket in his nest and I said I didn’t mind.”
“You scented him first, albeit unknowingly, and then gave him permission to claim you. Sometimes that’s how accidental bonding can happen.”
“You scented him first, albeit unknowingly, and then gave him permission to claim you. Sometimes that’s how accidental bonding can happen.”
They’re bonded. He’s bonded to Jungkook.
That means Jungkook went to someone else while bonded to him. Fuck. Seokjin wants to cry.
That means Jungkook went to someone else while bonded to him. Fuck. Seokjin wants to cry.
When his alpha puts the two pieces together it wants to burn the whole world down. It howls in pain and it comes out of Seokjin’s mouth in the form of a harrowing cry that startles the doctor.
“How?! How do I break it?!” He screams, punching the reinforced glass that keeps him and the doctor apart.
The doctor gets up to call for help. Seokjin continues hitting the glass until his knuckles bleed. But external pain isn’t enough now that he knows that what omega number four did to them is worse than anything any of the other three did.
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“It’s 3am, what are you doing awake?” Hoseok’s barely open eyes follow Yoongi as he paces back and forth by the bed. It’s the third time in as many days that he’s been woken up by soft thumping on the floor to find Yoongi like this. “Come back here.”
“It’s 3am, what are you doing awake?” Hoseok’s barely open eyes follow Yoongi as he paces back and forth by the bed. It’s the third time in as many days that he’s been woken up by soft thumping on the floor to find Yoongi like this. “Come back here.”
Yoongi stops for a moment; he looks at the dark ceiling and then at Hoseok. His red eyes reflect the moonlight coming from the window. “I can’t sleep.”
“Is it still because of your last rut? Want me to suck you off?” Hoseok sits up against the headboard. A small smile creeps up on his mouth after he hears Yoongi’s little chuckle, but it falls right off when the sound turns chocked up and then muffled.
He jumps from the bed. His hands find Yoongi’s body in the darkness and pull him into a hug.
“It’s been over two months, Hoseok,” Yoongi sobs into his neck. “It’s way worse than last time, I don’t know what to do, how to help him.”
“It’s been over two months, Hoseok,” Yoongi sobs into his neck. “It’s way worse than last time, I don’t know what to do, how to help him.”
Hoseok takes a deep breath. They’ve been over this who knows how many times since Seokjin’s episode with Namjoon and Jungkook. It doesn’t matter how many times he tries to reassure Yoongi that none of this is his fault, he doesn’t believe it.
“Is this the reason why you keep going to the scent practices even when you know what they do to you?” Hoseok mumbles against Yoongi’s hair, fingers drawing gentle circles on Yoongi’s lower back. “Are you punishing yourself?”
“No!” Yoongi pulls back, eyes wild and a little bit wet as they fix on Hoseok’s. Hoseok can see the tear tracks on his face and it makes his chest feel heavy. “At least… I don’t think so. I just want him to be okay.”
“I know. I want him to get better too. But beating yourself over something that isn’t your fault doesn’t do Seokjin any good.”
“How is it not my fault?! I insisted on them going on that fucking date! If I had just let him be this wouldn’t be happening!” Yoongi covers his face with his hands.
Hoseok takes a tentative step forward. The distress turns Yoongi’s scent acrid; it stings at the corners of Hoseok instincts and tells him to keep his distance.
But he knows that’s not what Yoongi needs.
“Fuck! He was just getting over Jae, he was finally smiling again, but I couldn’t just say no to Jungkook, you know I can’t. Fuck! Fuck!”
“Fuck! He was just getting over Jae, he was finally smiling again, but I couldn’t just say no to Jungkook, you know I can’t. Fuck! Fuck!”
Hoseok slowly reaches out to cup Yoongi’s face. He kisses him once, twice, and again and again until Yoongi stops trembling.
“None of this is your fault,” he repeats against Yoongi’s lips. “Seokjin is an adult and he made his choices. You didn’t know Jae was a fucking bastard because he was never like that with you, and this mess with Jungkook is just a big misunderstanding.”
“He gave Jungkook a number,” Yoongi exhales, eyes closed, looking defeated. “You know what that means.”
“I know.”
“But… but I think he’s really in love this time.”
“I know.”
“Do you think they will be able to get past this?”
“I know.”
“But… but I think he’s really in love this time.”
“I know.”
“Do you think they will be able to get past this?”
“I hope so. Jungkook’s still waiting for him.”
Yoongi wraps his arms around Hoseok’s waist and buries his nose in Hoseok’s neck, then he takes a very deep breath and Hoseok can feel the tension leaving his shoulders, can smell his scent winding back down to its usual coziness.
Yoongi wraps his arms around Hoseok’s waist and buries his nose in Hoseok’s neck, then he takes a very deep breath and Hoseok can feel the tension leaving his shoulders, can smell his scent winding back down to its usual coziness.
“My mark is fading,” Yoongi hums, tracing the old teeth marks around Hoseok’s scent gland with the tip of his nose. It makes Hoseok shiver pleasantly.
“You can bite me again in the morning. Let’s go back to sleep.”
Hoseok tugs Yoongi back into bed. They cuddle up in the middle of the mattress and Hoseok closes his eyes after kissing Yoongi’s temple.
Hoseok tugs Yoongi back into bed. They cuddle up in the middle of the mattress and Hoseok closes his eyes after kissing Yoongi’s temple.
If Yoongi nibbles on his neck before falling asleep, Hoseok doesn’t comment on it the next morning during breakfast, but Yoongi still blushes because of it.
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“How are you feeling today?” The doctor asks, her gaze fixed somewhere bellow Seokjin’s left eye.
It’s some kind of tactic she uses to keep Seokjin’s alpha from feeling threatened, but lately it isn’t working.
“How are you feeling today?” The doctor asks, her gaze fixed somewhere bellow Seokjin’s left eye.
It’s some kind of tactic she uses to keep Seokjin’s alpha from feeling threatened, but lately it isn’t working.
All it does is make him want to punch something. Fucking mittens and their stupid cushions that stop him from carrying out his urges. He lifts his mittened hands.
“How do you think?” He spits. Or maybe that’s his alpha speaking. Ever since his meltdown two weeks ago, the line between them has been so blurry sometimes Seokjin can’t tell the difference anymore.
“That isn’t the answer I’m looking for.”
“Well, too bad. That’s all you’re getting.”
“Seokjin,” she admonishes. It makes his eye twitch.
“Well, too bad. That’s all you’re getting.”
“Seokjin,” she admonishes. It makes his eye twitch.
“I feel like a fucking empty carcass. I can’t feel the beating of my heart. My head hurts all the time. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep.”
He goes quiet. He tilts his head to the side and he tries to move his fingers under the cushion of the mittens. Maybe he can use his claws to tear them from the inside.
No! They’ve tried that before and it didn’t work. Focus. He looks at the doctor and she gives a nod for them to continue. “I can tell they’re waiting for me, even after what they did.”
He puts a hand against his chest. The pull has been strong for days now, almost painful. Seokjin hates it, but his alpha just doesn’t understand.
“Sounds like you’re going through withdrawals again.” She makes some notes on her clipboard. The sound of the pen against the paper grates their nerves. They don’t like it.
“Withdrawals from what? I haven’t been on blockers since alpha friend went in heat.”
“Yoongi went into rut,” She corrects him. The doctor leans forward on her chair. Their eyes follow the dangling pendant on her necklace. It’s a bunny. It reminds them of someone.
“You sent him into rut because you didn’t want that anyone who wasn’t your omega got close to Seokjin. Now that the blockers are gone and you’ve been made aware of your bond, you’re finally feeling the separation anxiety. It sucks, doesn’t it?”
The phrasing catches their attention. Their red eyes meet hers. She knows. “But they don’t want us.”
“Did Jungkook actually say that?”
“Did Jungkook actually say that?”
They flinch at the mention of the name. It brings back the happy smoky scent and they don’t like it. They don’t like how it makes them remember the way their omega fuzzed over that alpha even when they were the ones actually hurt.
“Omega number four didn’t need to. We were bleeding.” They bring a hand to their lips, the other to their neck and the cloth from the mittens feels strange against their skin.
The overwhelming scent of stargazer lily fills their side of the room and the doctor smiles. “We were dripping and they didn’t… they didn’t come to us.”
“You’re dripping now,” she says. They tilt their head in confusion, the image of Jungkook wrapping his arms around the other alpha to pull them back has a strong grip on their muddled mind.
“Take a deep breath,” she commands. They breathe. The scent is almost sickeningly sweet. “That’s you, Seokjin.”
“Uh?” He closes his eyes. The scent is too strong. Too sweet. It tastes like white and pink, with a hint of vanilla.
“That’s alpha Seokjin. There’s no ‘we’ between you and your alpha. You are them; they are you. There’s no line, Seokjin.”
“B-but… but they said—”
“B-but… but they said—”
“I know what they said. Your self-perception wasn’t this fragmented the last time you were here, and we haven’t talked about omega number three yet. What did they do to you?”
// This update includes more graphic depictions of toxic relationship than you've seen so far. This depictions include a little violence and emotional abuse. Mentions of addicton (to fictional substances) Proceed with care.
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Before Seokjin gave him a number to help his wilder side push their memories into a safe place, his name was Jae. Jae was Yoongi’s friend first, and they met at one of Yoongi’s work parties.
At that point in his life, Seokjin had been single for a long while, completely convinced that romantic relationships were not his thing because of what had happened to him with omegas one and two.
Back then he wasn’t actively avoiding every and all kind of relationships with omegas, he just didn’t seek them out.
He contented himself with having Yoongi as his only friend, because Yoongi was the only one who had stayed by his side and accepted him for who he was (what he became) after his disastrous past experiences.
Jae came onto him during that party, pretty strongly. Seokjin was as polite as he could be while letting him down. But Seokjin’s refusal to even maintain a conversation with him wasn’t enough for Jae to get the hint.
A few days after the party, Yoongi came home one evening looking like he had something stuck in his throat. When Seokjin asked what was wrong, Yoongi tried to avoid the topic, so Seokjin let him be and offered diner instead.
While they were eating, Yoongi put his hand on Seokjin’s wrist to get his attention, and with his eyes somewhere else in the room, he said:
“Remember Jae from the party last week?”
“Remember Jae from the party last week?”
Seokjin, mouth full, stopped chewing and almost choked in his attempt to swallow everything. He had an inkling to where the conversation was going to head and he didn’t like it one single bit.
He tried to get up from his seat, but Yoongi grabbed his hand, a pleading look in his eyes.
“No,” Seokjin said. “I don’t need a relationship, Yoongi. I’m fine on my own.”
“No,” Seokjin said. “I don’t need a relationship, Yoongi. I’m fine on my own.”
“Bullshit,” Yoongi mumbled. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when Hoseok comes over. You don’t want to be single; you just don’t want the other person to be an omega.”
“So what? What is it to you?”
“I want you to be happy.”
“So what? What is it to you?”
“I want you to be happy.”
“I’m enough for myself,” Seokjin lied, though Yoongi didn’t know it was a lie back then. That he learned later. “Or what? Do you think this Jae can make me happy?”
“I don’t know. What I know is that he’s a good guy, a good omega from what I’ve heard from other people at work.”
“Oh, so you’re betting my possible future on hearsay.” Seokjin pulled his hand from Yoongi’s grip, something hot burning in his belly. It wasn’t that he was getting angry at Yoongi per se, but this topic was one he never felt like talking about.
“Of course not! Jae is my friend.”
“I don’t know, Yoongi. I don’t feel like I’m ready for something like that, not after what happened last time.”
“I don’t know, Yoongi. I don’t feel like I’m ready for something like that, not after what happened last time.”
“Seokjin, that was like ten years ago,” Yoongi said. Seokjin rolled his eyes and Yoongi stood up. “Come on, I swear on my music that Jae is not like that.”
And in that Yoongi was right. Jae was worse.
And in that Yoongi was right. Jae was worse.
Seokjin agreed to the first date as a favor for Yoongi, and to prove that it wasn’t worth it to give it a chance. But it turned out that Jae was nice, and they had a lot in common.
They both enjoyed gaming, and baking and were crazy about stupid dad jokes that made Yoongi fume and leave the room whenever they dropped one.
At the beginning, Seokjin had intended to give friendship a go, because having found Jae Seokjin felt like he had found the omegan version of himself.
The buildup to their first kiss was slower than one of Yoongi’s 600k slow burn fanfics, mostly because Seokjin was reluctant to every form of physical contact. But when the kiss happened, Seokjin’s world turned on its axis.
That was when he fell, and he fell so hard. Or maybe he had already fallen deeper than he was wiling to admit, and the kiss was just the point of no return.
Around then was when Jae started showing his true colors.
Around then was when Jae started showing his true colors.
From his two previous failed relationships, Seokjin had acquired the costume of always wearing scent patches.
It was something that didn’t really bother him, because after the whole mess his scenting had caused before, he had no real want of actually doing it again. But when his relationship with Jae leveled up, some base urges resurfaced.
One day Seokjin showed up to Jae’s apartment without a patch. The way Jae’s face contorted from a smile into a grimace should’ve been enough for Seokjin to know something was wrong.
But he was wearing the pink-colored glasses that alter perception of reality in a very dangerous way. He leaned in to greet Jae with a kiss, and was met with a hard fist to the corner of his mouth.
Seokjin stumbled back, startled and in pain, holding one hand to his bleeding lip. He didn’t even have a chance to react to what had happened by the time Jae stood next to him, one hand on his shoulder and the other holding his chin.
“Don’t you dare try to scent me without my permission ever again, fucking excuse of a savage alpha,” were the words that came from Jae’s pretty mouth. Then he smiled and brushed Seokjin’s cheek with a couple of fingers, back to his usual self.
Seokjin was so confused, but the part of his brain that stored the memories from the previous two told him that this was necessary, that Jae was just helping him understand.
“Come inside and wash off that disgusting smell, then I’ll give you a patch and we can watch that movie you’ve been talking about.”
He should’ve left right then and there. But his wild side was so very enraptured by Jae, and Seokjin had learned in therapy that he should embrace his wild side, because it was also himself.
So, he stayed, and he washed his scent off, and he tried to smile when Jae oh-so-tenderly put the patch on his neck and gave the ugly grey plastic a little kiss.
Things took long before they got to a point where people could start to notice that something was wrong.
In public, Jae used to hang off Seokjin’s arm, all smiles and gleaming eyes. People thought they were the perfect couple, and often told them so.
Seokjin heard it so many times, from strangers, from coworkers, from his own wild side and from Jae himself, that he started believing they actually were.
In private, though, life was hell. Jae made Seokjin think that the problem were his instincts, and that as long as Seokjin learned how to make them disappear, they’d be together.
Seokjin recurred to blockers again, even after his doctor had told him in therapy that if he was ever considering using them, he had to go for a prescription.
But Jae didn’t like Seokjin’s doctor, and once told him that his duty as an alpha was to keep his omega happy, and for Jae to be happy Seokjin had to stop seeing her,
because all she was doing was put stupid ideas in his head and of course, Jae only wanted what was best for Seokjin.
Jae also said that Seokjin should start taking stronger doses of blockers, because the amount he was taking now wasn’t enough and Jae could still smell that awfully sweet scent whenever Seokjin walked around the apartment without a patch.
So, Seokjin increased the dose.
In a weird way, Seokjin became addicted. It wasn’t that he wanted or that his body asked for the chemicals in any way,
In a weird way, Seokjin became addicted. It wasn’t that he wanted or that his body asked for the chemicals in any way,
but the fear of upsetting Jae with his horrible smell, of exhibiting any kind of urge, acting on any kind of alpha instinct, was too big not to stab himself with a needle every couple of hours.
Once his wild side was totally suppressed, Jae’s omega didn’t see him anymore, so Jae made him believe that he wasn’t complete.
Made him believe that no one would want him as Seokjin as long as his alpha was still somewhere inside.
Which was contradictive, and any sane person would’ve seen right through the incredible amount of bullshit that came out of Jae’s mouth during the years him and Seokjin were together. But Seokjin wasn’t really a sane person.
Therapy was what kept him somewhat in line and that was the reason why Jae struck there almost right from the beginning.
During (what Seokjin thought were) their darkest times, Seokjin kept in contact with Yoongi mostly through text messages.
During (what Seokjin thought were) their darkest times, Seokjin kept in contact with Yoongi mostly through text messages.
Yoongi’s career was taking off, he was spending more time with Hoseok, trying to solidify a relationship with him, and Seokjin didn’t want to bother Yoongi with any of the bad thoughts that plagued his mind every waking hour.
Yoongi was getting his long-deserved happiness, and Seokjin wasn’t going to meddle with that.
Somewhere along the way, Seokjin learned that Jae secretly hated alphas who saw omegas as mates, which was the reason why he could so easily be friends with Yoongi, why Seokjin and Jae were so much better when they were just friends.
And when Seokjin’s little battered heart found out the truth, he wanted to run away, not because he wanted to get out, but because Jae didn’t love him and that hurt more than anything he had already done to him.
So, he started packing his things, little by little in an attempt to keep Jae from noticing he was leaving.
But Jae noticed.
But Jae noticed.
Jae wanted to be with Seokjin for his looks, simple as that. He saw a pretty face that he fancied, found out the pretty face was friends with Yoongi, and made his move.
That Seokjin was one of those lowlife alphas was definitely a no no in his book, and a setback.
He was sure he could get rid of Seokjin’s alpha self-one way or another.
He was sure he could get rid of Seokjin’s alpha self-one way or another.
But Seokjin’s instincts were strong, stronger than any others Jae had ever encountered, and even after years of slowly increasing the dose of blockers he made Seokjin take, they were still there.
What would later be known as The Cupcake Incident, was something that began after Jae realized Seokjin was leaving him. He wasn’t going to let all of those years of hard work go to waste.
On the morning of the release of Yoongi’s first album as a rapper, Jae woke up early. He kissed a sleeping Seokjin in the corner of the mouth and set out to do something that would ruin his life forever.
Seokjin came home from work that evening ready to leave. He had talked to Yoongi earlier about crashing in for the night, he just had to grab his last suitcase and walk away.
But when he opened the door, he was greeted by soft music and a smiling Jae who held a pretty cupcake in his hands.
“Happy birthday!” Jae said. He lit the candle on top of the cupcake and offered it to Seokjin.
“Happy birthday!” Jae said. He lit the candle on top of the cupcake and offered it to Seokjin.
Seokjin’s chest tightened. Was he making a mistake by leaving? Sure, they had bad times together, but didn’t every couple get those?
Maybe he was overreacting. No, he was definitely overreacting, because if Jae didn’t care for him, he wouldn’t still be celebrating him like this, and definitely not with Seokjin’s favorite pastries.
His first mistake that night was doubting himself. The second was biting the cupcake.
The third was to keep eating it even after he noticed the weird taste, just because Jae said it was okay, it was just a new recipe and he had put so much effort into it, so Seokjin had to enjoy it till the end.
Jae stood in the hallway as Seokjin collapsed to the ground with wide eyes, one hand clawing at his throat and foaming at the mouth. Jae had used the last card in his sleeve.
After everything he’d tried already, he had thought an overdose on blockers would kill Seokjin’s alpha. It turned out it was actually killing Seokjin.
For all the fucked-up shit Jae had put Seokjin through, he really loved him, in his own twisted, sick way. And seeing Seokjin die was something he couldn’t bring himself to do. So, he left.
After arriving from his launch party to an empty house, getting no answer to his text and calls and crossing the city at the crack of dawn,
Yoongi found Seokjin trembling in a puddle of his own vomit, tears running down his temples as he reached a hand towards the door, a crumpled cupcake falling to pieces in the other.
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“And where is Jae now?” The doctor asks as Seokjin tries to wipe the tears away with the back of his mittens.
“And where is Jae now?” The doctor asks as Seokjin tries to wipe the tears away with the back of his mittens.
“In jail. After Yoongi took me to the hospital, he called the police. They found him trying to flee the country and arrested him under the charge of attempted murder.
Yoongi’s lawyer managed to prove that everything was premeditated, and when I declared that I was going to leave him Jae broke down so hard in front of everyone, saying that it was my duty as his alpha to stay with him forever, even if we weren’t mated.
People could see he was fucking crazy. Fuck, even I could see it. They gave him a life sentence with no chance of parole.”
“Okay, so he’s in a place where he won’t ever be able to hurt you again,” the doctor says. Seokjin nods. “So, tell me. If you say you could see he was ‘crazy’, why are you still living under the rules he imposed on you?”
“I… I’m not…”
“I… I’m not…”
“You are.” She lifts her clipboard and stands up, getting closer to the glass that divides the room. “For starters, you didn’t come back to the therapy you left halfway through, even when you said you knew you needed it.
You were still using blockers and scent patches before Yoongi convinced you to come back. You refused to interact with omegas outside of your professional environment.
You refused to consciously scent Jungkook back.” Seokjin’s mouth drops open. She keeps going. “And your mind suppressed what you did when your wild side burst through the amount of chemicals in your body after you saw Jungkook and the alpha with the dimples together.
You know why this last thing happened?”
Seokjin swallows with difficulty, feeling the familiar knot start to grow in his throat. He shakes his head.
Seokjin swallows with difficulty, feeling the familiar knot start to grow in his throat. He shakes his head.
“Be cause Jae told you no one would want you as long as your ‘alpha side’ was still somewhere inside you. Do you understand what I’m trying to say?”
He can’t bring himself to say anything. The tears drip hot down his face. He shakes his head again and the doctor’s eyes soften as she puts her hand on the glass. Seokjin leans forward.
“You found a way to adapt to the danger when you where with Jae, but once he was gone you didn’t know how to go back. You’re subconsciously living by pure instinct, the basest one, the one Jae tried so hard to get rid of but couldn’t because you’re still here.
But you’re not in danger anymore, Seokjin, you can let go and you can relearn what Jae made you lose.”
“H—” He chokes on his own spit, throat too tight. The doctor commands him to breathe and he gasps, trying to take in as much oxygen as he can. Once he settles down, he looks at her. “How do you know I’m not in danger anymore? What about Jungkook and his other alpha?”
“You haven’t actually talked to Jungkook about this—”
“He came home smelling of someone else! He preferred that other alpha over me when we fucking fought for him. That alpha won! And he took my bonded omega with him—”
“He came home smelling of someone else! He preferred that other alpha over me when we fucking fought for him. That alpha won! And he took my bonded omega with him—”
A broken whimper interrupts his words. He doubles over in pain. Fuck. It hurts so much. Suddenly it feels as if his previous pain had doubled in size and is threatening to crush him alive.
When he looks at the doctor, with a wordless plea of help, he finds her smiling. He gets angry, because he doesn’t understand.
“You’re stronger than you think, Seokjin,” she says. She puts both hands on the glass and it starts lifting up, until the barrier is gone and she can come close to him.
She puts her hands on his face and her eyes flash red to match his own. “I’ve never seen someone merge back so fast. You’re full of surprises.”
“Uh?” Seokjin focuses on her eyes. They’re pretty dark for an alpha, he notices now after all these years. She must be a Prime. Seokjin sees himself reflected in her red, he sees an equal.
“You’re like me,” she says. Seokjin’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s why those nameless three couldn’t bring you down. Primes are really rare. Last time I didn’t see it in time to teach you how to handle it before Jae made you stop coming.
But now that we know, we can help you better. And when all it’s done, you can go back and communicate properly with Jungkook. Just keep in mind that neither you nor the dimpled alpha won that fight, Jungkook did.”
“What do you mean?” Seokjin asks, confused and a little bit disoriented by all the information that’s been drilled into his brain in the last 10 minutes.
“Jung Hoseok asked Jungkook’s doctor to send me the results of the tests they performed on him while trying to balance his levels again. He got high on his own hormones, trying to calm you two down.
Knowing that you wouldn’t hurt him because you’re his alpha, he put the dimpled alpha in a high to stop him from hurting you.
My theory is that it was on instinct, and maybe it was the first time so he didn’t know how to control it. But you should ask him that when you get out of here.”
// In this update
cw:
- implied past toxic relationship
- slightly 🔞
cw:
- implied past toxic relationship
- slightly 🔞
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“We need to do something, Taehyung.” Jimin bites the tip of his index finger, eyes fixed on the door to Jungkook’s bedroom. The noises coming from the inside make goosebumps rise on his skin.
“We need to do something, Taehyung.” Jimin bites the tip of his index finger, eyes fixed on the door to Jungkook’s bedroom. The noises coming from the inside make goosebumps rise on his skin.
The scent wafting from the little space at the bottom has been nearly impossible to bear for the last couple of days. “I’m worried about him.”
“What do you want us to do? Call Seokjin?” Taehyung scoffs, crossing his arms over his shoulder. Jimin knows that the look on his face means he wants nothing to do with Seokjin. “It’s been two months since he got out and he hasn’t reached out once—”
A harrowing wail echoes through their apartment then. It makes Jimin’s chest ache, his omegan instincts asking to comfort, to make sure Jungkook is okay.
He looks at Taehyung, who has a hand over his mouth, probably thinking that Jungkook heard him and that’s why he’s crying harder now. But Jimin’s pretty sure Jungkook is already in the depths of heat and, just like last time, he won’t hear anyone but Seokjin, and he isn’t here.
“I’m going in there.” Jimin gets up from the couch and strides towards Jungkook’s bedroom. But before he can even touch the handle, Taehyung grabs him by the waist and pulls him back. “Let me go! I need to help him!”
“Jimin-ah, you know we can’t do anything. Stepping into his nest without him asking would only make things worse,” Taehyung whispers against the back of Jimin’s neck.
Jimin knows his boyfriend is right, but he fights against the hold anyway, just for a little before slumping against Taehyung’s chest.
“I want him to stop hurting.”
“I want him to stop hurting.”
“He won’t until he severs the bond.”
“Jinnie! Jinnie, please!” Jungkook’s torn voice cuts sharp through the tense silence. His scent reeks of distress; it makes Jimin and Taehyung shiver unpleasantly.
“Jinnie! Jinnie, please!” Jungkook’s torn voice cuts sharp through the tense silence. His scent reeks of distress; it makes Jimin and Taehyung shiver unpleasantly.
Jimin pulls himself away from Taehyung and they look at each other. Jimin doesn’t like the way Taehyung’s eyes harden.
“That’s it, I’m calling Namjoon.”
“That’s it, I’m calling Namjoon.”
“No!” Jimin yanks the phone from Taehyung’s hands “Tae! Forcing another alpha to break the bond won’t do Jungkook any better!”
“It would!” Taehyung screams back. He puts a hand to the scarred patch of skin around his scent gland and Jimin holds his breath. How could have he forgotten?
“It will hurt just for a little while and then everything will be okay. Namjoon is our best bet; he knows how to do it gently. Just let me call him.”
There’s silence after Taehyung’s voice breaks on the last word. His eyes fill with tears but he blinks them away, refusing to let them fall. Jimin breaks when he sees Taehyung’s outstretched hand tremble.
“My love.” Jimin holds Taehyung’s hand in his and brings it to his mouth. He talks with his lips pressed to Taehyung’s scarred knuckles. “Jungkook’s feelings—”
“Don’t you dare call them love,” Taehyung sobs. The first few tears spill and he tries to take his hand from Jimin’s hold. But Jimin doesn’t let him.
He presses soft kisses to the discolored lines on the back of Taehyung’s hand. “Love shouldn’t make you suffer like this. Love shouldn’t hurt, you taught me that.”
Jimin sighs and goes silent while he sorts his thoughts on what he wants to say next. His eyes remain on Taehyung’s reddened, wet cheeks.
It’s been a though year for all of them. Back when they learned about Seokjin’s troubled past, none of them thought they’d be involved in a mess like this.
Hell, Jimin even thought Jungkook had finally found his long-awaited soulmate (he still thinks so), he just didn’t expect their journey to take such a horrible turn.
He didn’t expect for Jungkook’s love story to bring back the demons from Taehyung’s own traumatic past.
So far, Taehyung had been handling thing’s quite alright.
So far, Taehyung had been handling thing’s quite alright.
But seeing Jungkook slowly become a shadow of his usual self over the course of the last ten months has taken a big toll on the whole pack dynamics.
And Seokjin falling off the face of the earth after coming back from therapy didn’t help make things better. If anything, Jungkook learning that Seokjin was actually scenting Yoongi and Hoseok but not him only hurt them more.
“It’s just…” Taehyung’s voice brings Jimin back to the present. “He saw what an unreciprocated bond did to me… to us. Why would he put himself through the same?”
“Tae.” Jimin gently pulls Taehyung into a hug. He whispers his next words against Taehyung’s hair. “It’s different. You were trying to erase love; he’s fighting for it.”
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung cries into Jimin’s neck, lips barely brushing Jimin’s scent gland, where the mark of his own teeth is almost gone.
“It’s okay,” Jimin reassures him, running a hand up and down Taehyung’s back. He pulls away just a little to clean Taehyung’s tears with gentle kisses. “We are okay. We just need to help Jungkook. Don’t call Namjoon while I’m gone.”
Jimin hands Taehyung’s phone back after a last kiss to his lips.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna bring Seokjin here. I’ll drag him if I have to.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna bring Seokjin here. I’ll drag him if I have to.”
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Hoseok stares at him with half lidded eyes and a soft smile on his lips as he steps back, nervousness churning in his belly.
Hoseok stares at him with half lidded eyes and a soft smile on his lips as he steps back, nervousness churning in his belly.
“How did I do?” Seokjin asks, rubbing his hands together to calm himself.
“Come on, all you have to do is look at him to know that you did perfect,” Yoongi giggles from the kitchen.
“Come on, all you have to do is look at him to know that you did perfect,” Yoongi giggles from the kitchen.
Seokjin stares at Hoseok’s pliant form melting against the couch. All previous tension is gone from his shoulders and he smells happy, he smells relaxed, soft, like freshly laundered blankets.
It makes pride spike in Seokjin’s own scent and Yoongi laughs again. But Seokjin still waits for Hoseok’s answer.
Hoseok has effectively gone nonverbal, but he manages to give him a double thumbs up.
Hoseok has effectively gone nonverbal, but he manages to give him a double thumbs up.
Seokjin smiles wide as he saunters to the kitchen and throws his arms around Yoongi. His sweet scent fills the room in a second and Yoongi nuzzles against his neck, baring his own scent gland for Seokjin to work his magic.
“I think I’m finally ready,” Seokjin says.
Yoongi pulls back, the hopeful sparkle in his eye threatens to make Seokjin feel a little guilty for everything he’s put them through, but he knows all he has done since coming out of the facility is what had to be done.
Yoongi pulls back, the hopeful sparkle in his eye threatens to make Seokjin feel a little guilty for everything he’s put them through, but he knows all he has done since coming out of the facility is what had to be done.
He put himself first so he can be the best version of himself for himself, for them… for him.
“Really?” Yoongi asks. Seokjin nods. “I need to call Jimin!”
“Really?” Yoongi asks. Seokjin nods. “I need to call Jimin!”
Seokjin moves to the living room as Yoongi rushes to his room for his phone. Before he can take a seat next to Hoseok, the doorbell rings.
He opens the door to a rumpled Jimin. The scent clinging heavily to him isn’t his. It’s milky, it’s mind-numbingly sweet and so, so familiar.
A scent Seokjin has been thinking about non-stop for the past few weeks. It’s so intense it forces Seokjin to take a step back and cover his nose, but when he tries to swallow, he just gulps a mouthful of it and his head gets all floaty.
“Jungkook is in heat,” Jimin says.
Seokjin’s world starts coloring red at the edges. “I… I don’t—”
“You’re ready.” Yoongi puts a hand on his shoulder. The red recedes. “Remember what your doctor said.”
Seokjin’s world starts coloring red at the edges. “I… I don’t—”
“You’re ready.” Yoongi puts a hand on his shoulder. The red recedes. “Remember what your doctor said.”
“Half a dose of blockers, no patch. I remember.” Seokjin takes a deep breath, and this time, under Jungkook’s scent, he can smell the distress in Jimin’s.
He hesitates before reaching out. It’s been a while since he last saw Jimin, and he doesn’t know how he will react to this. But his instincts tell him to go ahead. “Can… Can I?”
Jimin looks at him with a blank expression. His eyes scan Seokjin almost in a clinical way. It reminds him of how his doctor looked at him before giving him the news about him being ready to leave.
Jimin drops his shoulders and steps closer, tilting his head to the side to bare his neck, but his eyes remain on Seokjin.
Seokjin brushes his thumb over the scent gland on his own neck, then slightly presses it over Jimin’s. It’s not a proper scenting, but the way Jimin immediately goes boneless proves that all his training has been worth it.
He’s ready to stop fighting the pull of the bond.
He’s ready to stop fighting the pull of the bond.
Yoongi gathers Jimin in his arms before he crumples to the ground and between the both of them take him to the living room. They lay him halfway on top of Hoseok, who doesn’t wait a second to brush his nose against Jimin’s cheek as he winds his arms around him.
Then Yoongi offers Seokjin the tiny syringe full of amber liquid. Seokjin stares at it, lips pressed into a thin line. The fear and the memories are still there, and they will probably never go away completely, but they don’t control him anymore.
He takes the syringe and nods before putting it in his pocket.
“You should take Yoongi with you,” Jimin says. “Someone has to bring Taehyung to me.”
“You should take Yoongi with you,” Jimin says. “Someone has to bring Taehyung to me.”
“Okay,” Yoongi leans over the back of the couch to kiss the corner of Hoseok’s mouth and the top of Jimin’s head. “He’ll be here soon.”
“Seokjin, take good care of him, please.”
“Seokjin, take good care of him, please.”
Seokjin stops halfway through putting on his hoodie (it’s actually Jungkook’s, the one he forgot here after the disaster started), and he sends Jimin a reassuring look. “I will.”
Everything happens faster than Seokjin can react to after Taehyung opens the door. The cold, disbelieving look. The crashing sound coming from inside the apartment.
The sight of Jungkook at the peak of his heat, only wearing Seokjin’s leather jacket and nothing else. The wetness running down Jungkook’s thighs. Yoongi’s growl.
One second Seokjin’s stabbing himself with the needle, the next he’s alone in the apartment, with Jungkook on his knees right in front of him, clinging to his legs and looking at him through tear-clumped eyelashes.
It’s a lot. More than a lot. It's almost too much.
It’s a lot. More than a lot. It's almost too much.
“Alpha,” Jungkook sobs, trying to rub his face against Seokjin’s crotch.
This is actually the first time Seokjin has seen an omega in heat and it’s nothing like what he learned back in high school.
This is actually the first time Seokjin has seen an omega in heat and it’s nothing like what he learned back in high school.
And even though the blockers are already making effect, Seokjin can still fell the pull deep from within him. The one that wants him to give in and grovel and plead for Jungkook’s forgiveness.
The one that wants him to drop, to meet the intensity of the need in Jungkook’s eyes and fuck him.
Jungkook’s scent seeps into him and drags the red forward. But Seokjin isn’t here for that. They can’t. Not yet.
Jungkook’s scent seeps into him and drags the red forward. But Seokjin isn’t here for that. They can’t. Not yet.
“Alpha, Kookie bad?” Jungkook hiccups, stopping his attempts to nose into Seokjin’s cock. He sits back on his feet and fat tears follow the trembling of his lower lip.
Jungkook looking so hurt, so dejected in the midst of what should be intense, burning pleasure, pulls at the strings of Seokjin’s heart he didn’t even know he had.
For a moment the urge to reign in his instincts tries to barrel past everything Seokjin learned in therapy about how to be in touch with himself. But he’s stronger. He can do this for Jungkook.
So, Seokjin lets his wild side come forth.
So, Seokjin lets his wild side come forth.
The weird thing is, the urges he has now are not the ones that tell him to fuck, mate, breed, but the ones that tell him to protect, provide, take care.
The ones that tell him that this man right in front of him is his omega, and he has to do everything in his power to take care of him.
Seokjin kneels in front of Jungkook, he reaches a hand out and as if on reflex Jungkook presses his cheek against the palm, archin his back into the touch and purring, because this little action tells him without words that he isn’t being pushed away anymore.
“No, Jungkook. You’ve been so, so good to me,” Seokjin whispers. He finds that the truth comes easy, the words practically falling from his mouth. “For me. You’re my perfect omega.”
“Yours?” Jungkook tilts his head, wet doe eyes staring into the deepest part of Seokjin’s bare soul.
“If you would still have me.”
“If you would still have me.”
Jungkook’s response is to throw himself onto Seokjin, sending them both to the ground as he tries to wrap all of his limbs around Seokjin’s body.
Jungkook presses his head under Seokjin’s chin and shivers with a gasp when Seokjin winds his arms around his waist, pulling him even closer and baring his neck for Jungkook to take what he needs the most right now.
Even if Jungkook isn’t fully conscious of what he’s doing, Seokjin’s previous reluctance to scenting still holds a tight grip on him, so he hesitates.
But then, so very slowly, the faint, deliciously sweet scent of stargazer lily spreads into the room and Jungkook’s pupils dilate, making his eyes look even darker.
Seokjin gently puts his hand on the back of Jungkook’s neck, no pressure, just a touch, but Jungkook still leans closer. The tip of Jungkook’s nose brushes slightly against the swollen bump on Seokjin’s neck and they both shiver.
“Breathe for me,” Seokjin says. And when Jungkook obeys, tangling his fingers in Seokjin’s hair, the effect is immediate.
Jungkook’s body goes lax on top of Seokjin’s, but his hands keep a strong hold on Seokjin’s hair. Jungkook’s thighs tremble where they unclench from around Seokjin’s waist and the wetness gushes all over Seokjin’s pants.
Jungkook keeps breathing, and little by little the sour tinge the distress of not having his alpha with him had put on his scent gets washed away.
“You have to breathe too,” Jungkook mumbles against Seokjin’s neck before dragging his tongue over the wet scent gland there, and Seokjin lets go of the breath he didn’t realize he was holding.
The mix of their scents fills everything around them. Jungkook’s vanilla milk with a touch of honey from Seokjin. Seokjin’s overwhelming sweetness with a sprinkle of Jungkook’s chocolate chip on top.
It’s mouthwatering. It’s soothing. It’s so them, and it’s so perfect.
It’s mouthwatering. It’s soothing. It’s so them, and it’s so perfect.
They stay like that for a while. Seokjin runs his fingertips all over Jungkook’s naked back under his jacket as Jungkook contents himself with drinking every single drip of Seokjin’s scent.
When Jungkook’s had enough for his first fill, he pulls back a little to look into Seokjin’s red eyes.
“I want you in my nest,” Jungkook says, brushing Seokjin’s plump lips with his thumb.
“I want you in my nest,” Jungkook says, brushing Seokjin’s plump lips with his thumb.
There’s a maddeningly endearing pout on his mouth as he speaks and Seokjin has to remind himself what he’s here for.
To take care of Jungkook, not to devour him.
“Don’t you want to have something to eat first?”
To take care of Jungkook, not to devour him.
“Don’t you want to have something to eat first?”
“I want to eat you…” He pouts harder. “Wait… I want you to eat me? Both? Can I have both?”
Seokjin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself a little, which results in him with a lungful of Jungkook’s aroused scent.
Seokjin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself a little, which results in him with a lungful of Jungkook’s aroused scent.
He swallows, because what else can he do?
Jungkook grinds down on him and Seokjin feels his hard, wet cock dragging against the skin of his stomach. Seokjin growls, sliding his hands down to hold Jungkook’s hips still.
Jungkook grinds down on him and Seokjin feels his hard, wet cock dragging against the skin of his stomach. Seokjin growls, sliding his hands down to hold Jungkook’s hips still.
“Omega,” He hisses warningly. Fuck, this is way more difficult than he thought it’d be. Why? Why does he feel as if he was losing his grip on reality?
“Yes,” Jungkook moans against Seokjin’s jaw. He kisses a trail along the side of Seokjin’s face and then he bites his earlobe. “Your omega. Yours. Just yours.”
And the insistence on the fact is what keeps Seokjin tethered. Jungkook trying to remind Seokjin about where he belongs in his vulnerable state is proof enough that the reason why they got pulled apart in the first place still weights on him.
He reaches out to brush Jungkook’s sweaty hair away from his face. Jungkook nuzzles into his touch once more and Seokjin sighs. He sits up, an arm around Jungkook’s waist to keep him in place.
“Jungkook, let me take care of you.”
“Okay,” Jungkook chirps happily.
“Jungkook, let me take care of you.”
“Okay,” Jungkook chirps happily.
Jungkook cutely wrestles his way out of Seokjin’s embrace as Seokjin stares in confusion. Jungkook turns his back on Seokjin and sends him a tiny little smile over his shoulder before looking away and leaning down.
Seokjin’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open when he realizes what’s happening. Jungkook’s presenting for him.
He has to look away. He has to look away now or he will fucking go crazy and he can’t allow himself to fuck up with Jungkook again. But he can’t look away. His eyes rake up Jungkook’s glistening wet thighs, the perfect arch of his back.
The way Seokjin’s jacket rides up his back leaving him completely exposed.
Seokjin has to move. He has to move now!
“Alpha?” Jungkook whimpers.
Seokjin has to move. He has to move now!
“Alpha?” Jungkook whimpers.
Seokjin does the first thing that comes to his mind. He pushes Jungkook’s hip to the side and Jungkook rolls on the floor until he’s lying on his back.
The jacket falls open, allowing Seokjin the perfect view of his hard cock. But before Jungkook can even think of saying anything else to rile Seokjin further, he takes his hoodie off and throws it over Jungkook’s naked form.
“You have to get dressed,” Seokjin grunts.
The mischievous glint disappears from Jungkook’s eyes and the sour tinge on his scent returns. Fuck. That was the wrong thing to say.
The mischievous glint disappears from Jungkook’s eyes and the sour tinge on his scent returns. Fuck. That was the wrong thing to say.
Jungkook kicks the hoodie away and tries to cover himself with the jacket, but when he realizes it’s also Seokjin’s he just stops moving and starts crying. Seokjin doesn’t know what to do.
“Darling,” Seokjin crawls closer to Jungkook, trying to take his hand. “Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”
The thing is, no one ever warned Seokjin that when an omega in heat pulls away from your touch you should just let them cool down on their own. And his lack of experience is what ultimately does him in.
When he manages to get a hold of one of Jungkook’s hands, Jungkook screams and throws a fist out. It hits Seokjin bellow the left eye and he falls back on his ass.
There’s silence.
There’s silence.
They stare at each other and Seokjin stops breathing. He waits for it, for the breakdown, for the bad memories to come forward, for the deafening beating of his heart in his ears. But none of that happens.
An accident. Just that.
An accident. Just that.
Jungkook seems to think otherwise, though.
“Kookie bad,” He sniffles. It doesn’t sound like a question. Jungkook covers the trembling of his lips with his hands. “Omega bad.”
“Kookie bad,” He sniffles. It doesn’t sound like a question. Jungkook covers the trembling of his lips with his hands. “Omega bad.”
Seokjin shakes his head, and now knowing that his words could possibly make everything worse, he just does what his body tells him to do. He opens his arms. He opens his arms and waits.
Jungkook sniffles some more, all sad eyes and scent full of distress.
Jungkook sniffles some more, all sad eyes and scent full of distress.
That’s when Seokjin realizes he’s stopped scenting. That was his reaction to the hit. It’s not the first time it happens, that he defaults to what he’s been doing for the better part of his life. The difference is that now he can just switch it back on without any trouble.
The moment his stargazer lily scent is back in the air, Jungkook rushes back to him, burying his nose in the clear reassurance coming from Seokjin’s skin. And Seokjin learns that, right now, this reassurance is all they need.
***
***
It’s not like everything is completely perfect the rest of the week. After all, it’s still Seokjin’s first time dealing with an omega in heat. So, of course Seokjin makes mistakes.
Like when he finally manages to convince Jungkook to eat something after hours of sitting on the cold floor scenting each other.
He offers Jungkook a carton of banana milk he finds in the fridge with Jungkook’s name scribbled down the side with black marker, but Jungkook refuses to drink it. It turns out Jungkook in heat hates banana milk and Seokjin offering it means the end of the world.
Or when he tries to step out of the nest on day two after Jungkook says he’s hungry.
“Where are you going?” Jungkook pouts, holding the elastic of Seokjin’s sweatpants (which are actually Jungkook’s sweatpants, but he couldn’t just spend a whole week in the same clothes.
“Where are you going?” Jungkook pouts, holding the elastic of Seokjin’s sweatpants (which are actually Jungkook’s sweatpants, but he couldn’t just spend a whole week in the same clothes.
Besides, Jungkook took all of his clothes while he was showering and added them to the nest because it ‘needed more Seokjin’).
“Um… To the kitchen to get you something to eat?”
“Um… To the kitchen to get you something to eat?”
And Jungkook goes into a rant about how Seokjin needs to stay in the nest because the nest needs more Seokjin, so Jungkook pushes him back and gives him a pillow to scent while he gets some food ready.
Or on day four when just scenting isn’t enough anymore because Jungkook’s nearing the end of his heat and he hasn’t gotten a single knot in him, or a single finger or tongue or anything because Seokjin refuses to let their first time happen before they talk properly.
It’s actually better than offering banana milk (for some reason Seokjin doesn’t understand). But Seokjin has to sit in the nest scenting the shirt Jungkook wants to wear next while Jungkook fucks himself with a dildo in the ensuite.
Loudly. So very loudly. So goddamn loudly Seokjin starts to think the resonance of his moans can actually make his dick explode like the right note would shatter a glass.
And he has to reman in the nest after Jungkook’s done with his shower because Jungkook likes to cuddle after he cums (a tidbit of information Seokjin saves for later).
***
***
It’s the end of the sixth day Seokjin’s been doing basically nothing but cuddling Jungkook and scenting his nest.
So far, he’s learned a lot. Like that the look Jungkook’s giving him right now means one thing and one thing only.
“I told you already we’re not doing it yet,” He says, frowning at his phone screen where a text from Yoongi reads ‘just suck him off for fucks sake’.
“I told you already we’re not doing it yet,” He says, frowning at his phone screen where a text from Yoongi reads ‘just suck him off for fucks sake’.
“Come on! I told you already, the heat is over, we can have sex without you feeling guilty,” Jungkook pouts.
“Good touch, calling it ‘have sex’ instead of begging for me to breed you. I think your acting is getting better, but you forget I have a nose.” Seokjin smiles.
“Good touch, calling it ‘have sex’ instead of begging for me to breed you. I think your acting is getting better, but you forget I have a nose.” Seokjin smiles.
He kisses the tip of Jungkook’s nose and Jungkook throws himself back onto the cum-stained pillow he asked Seokjin to make yesterday.
“Fuck, don’t say breed if you don’t want me to jerk off right here and now,” Jungkook moans. “Look, I’m hard already.”
“Fuck, don’t say breed if you don’t want me to jerk off right here and now,” Jungkook moans. “Look, I’m hard already.”
“I’m not falling into your trap. Do you want a cookie?”
“If that’s what you call your cock, yes. If it’s anything else, I don’t want it.”
“If that’s what you call your cock, yes. If it’s anything else, I don’t want it.”
Seokjin gives Jungkook an amused glace. He finds him palming himself over his underwear.
“Stop that,” Seokjin whispers, trying to sound stern, but even he can smell the arousal in his own scent.
“Stop that,” Seokjin whispers, trying to sound stern, but even he can smell the arousal in his own scent.
“You can’t tell an omega in his heat to stop being horny, that’s not how it works.”
“Ha! You admitted you’re still in heat!”
“Fuck!”
“Ha! You admitted you’re still in heat!”
“Fuck!”
Jungkook rolls onto his side with a hand between his legs. He presses his nose to Seokjin’s scent gland and inhales hard. He’s been sounding and acting more like his usual self for the last couple of hours. Which is making it increasingly harder for Seokjin to keep refusing him.
It’s not like Seokjin desperately needs Jungkook’s heat to be over, but the sooner it’s over, the sooner they get to talk, and the sooner they get to talk, the sooner they can fuck because god fucking dammit,
these past six days have been absolute hell (but just in the sense that he’s practically been hard at least 20 hours a day and his wild side is capital letters suffering).
“Can you, at least… watch me get off or something?” Jungkook bargains, rubbing the tip of his nose around Seokjin’s dripping scent gland.
“You don’t have to touch me; you don’t even have to speak. Just stare at me and keep releasing this…” He drags his tongue over the gland, prodding and pushing at it with the tip. “Heavenly scent.”
“Okay,” Seokjin breathes out.
“What?” Jungkook pulls back with a beautiful smile on his lips and glimmering eyes. “Really?”
“No!” Seokjin pushes Jungkook back onto the cushion of the nest and shoves the cum stained pillow on his face. “You evil sex demon!”
“What?” Jungkook pulls back with a beautiful smile on his lips and glimmering eyes. “Really?”
“No!” Seokjin pushes Jungkook back onto the cushion of the nest and shoves the cum stained pillow on his face. “You evil sex demon!”
Jungkook giggles as he tries to yank the pillow from Seokjin’s hands. For all of his insistence on having sex, he smells happy and satisfied.
It makes Seokjin’s chest fill with pride, to know that he’s been able to spend a heat with his omega without needing to go absolutely feral.
They will have that, someday Seokjin hopes, but he wants to make things right first. And if Jungkook’s heats are as regular as he’s been boasting about since his first lucid moment, then tomorrow night their time to talk will finally come.
Tomorrow night comes soon, and with it, the last strong wave of Jungkook’s heat, which he failed to inform Seokjin about. Sure, Seokjin knew somewhere in the back of his brain that this could happen, it’s taught in school for fucks sake.
But he didn’t expect for it to happen to Jungkook, not after how calm and composed and lucid Jungkook looked just that afternoon.
Even well after lunch Jungkook was still walking around completely dressed, trying to convince Seokjin to have the talk already, that his heat was over.
Then Seokjin comes out of the shower to find Jungkook fingerfucking himself in the middle of the living room, clothes thrown haphazardly all over the place, underwear hanging from his left ankle and the collar of the last shirt Seokjin wore stuffed in his mouth.
Seokjin's right under the archway of the living room entrance, mouth open, towel clenched tight in his fist, hair still dripping wet.
This is the second time he’s seen Jungkook completely naked, and fuck it’s hard to tear his eyes away from the glorious sight of Jungkook four fingers deep in himself.
The scent filling the room feels stronger than the day when Seokjin got here, and when Jungkook notices him in the near vicinity, the sudden sweetness in the air makes Seokjin choke on his spit.
His cock throbs between his legs, and the primal urges that had yet to make themselves present, come forth. The red starts crowding around Seokjin’s edges, faster and darker the longer his eyes remain on Jungkook.
When his gaze meets Jungkook’s lust laced one, he takes an involuntary step forward. Jungkook chirps happily, moving his fingers faster and the wet squelch rips a low growl deep from within Seokjin.
“Alpha,” Jungkook mumbles around the fabric in his mouth. He shivers when Seokjin takes another step forward and his scent becomes so impossibly sweeter that Seokjin starts salivating. “Breed me?”
“Jungkook,” Seokjin hisses and Jungkook cums untouched, white streaks of his release all over his own chest. The world flashes bright for Seokjin and for a second he moves without thinking, just letting the pull of their bond drive him closer to Jungkook.
He gathers the trembling omega in his arms and holds him close. Jungkook noses at his dripping scent gland and mewls something about having made himself pretty and ready for Seokjin’s knot.
“No, baby, we’ve talked about this. Not yet,” Seokjin forces himself to say, even when every single cell in his body is vibrating because of the close proximity to his omega in full heat.
“But… Kookie good?” Jungkook whispers, lips brushing Seokjin’s skin with each word, breath hot against Seokjin’s overworked scent gland.
“So good.” Seokjin kisses the top of Jungkook’s head, dragging the damp towel over the mess on Jungkook’s heaving chest. The gentle caress of the fabric makes Jungkook whimper, one trembling hand reaching towards Seokjin’s face.
Jungkook’s wet fingertips poke at Seokjin’s lower lip and he has to put every last remaining ounce of self-control into not licking the wetness, into not sucking those beautiful, slender fingers into his mouth.
He swallows with difficulty as Jungkook flutters his eyelashes at him. “You’re so good for alpha, baby. You’re perfect.”
Jungkook purrs in content satisfaction, a little smile curling the corners of his pretty mouth and Seokjin trembles all over when Jungkook’s hand fists his shirt over where his heartbeat thunders loudly in his chest. Soon, the voice in his head promises. Soon.
After a long time of just cuddling on the living room floor, and Seokjin zooning out to keep the urges under control, he feels Jungkook start shivering. It’s enough, Seokjin realizes.
Somehow, he knows the heat has ended, but his alpha duties are far from over. He pulls them up to a stand and leads a still dazed Jungkook to the bathroom.
Seokjin helps Jungkook into a lukewarm bath and watches him rest his head against the edge of the bathtub. He looks straight up angelic, with his eyes closed and all flushed skin. Seokjin kneels on the fluffy rug next to the tub and tucks Jungkook’s hair behind his ear.
There’s still the tiniest hint of a smile on Jungkook’s mouth when he grabs Seokjin’s wrist and brings his hand to his lips.
“I’m gonna go make you something to eat,” Seokjin says. He leans down to press a soft kiss to Jungkook’s temple after getting a humm of approval. “Are you gonna be okay on your own here?”
Jungkook nods, pressing another kiss to Seokjin’s knuckles before letting go. His eyes remain closed as he sinks further into the water and Seokjin walks out with a warmth radiating from his chest.
He’s already done with dinner by the time Jungkook comes out, dressed only in an oversized white shirt (one that looks suspiciously similar to the one Seokjin looked for like crazy for a week after coming out of the facility).
His hair is blow-dried and so, so fluffy. And there’s a faint dusting of pink on the highs of his cheekbones that makes Seokjin’s heart beat a little bit faster.
“Thank you,” Jungkook says, eyes everywhere but on Seokjin.
“Thank you,” Jungkook says, eyes everywhere but on Seokjin.
“What are you thanking me for?”
“For being here when I needed you.”
It’s sincere, but it feels like a punch right through Seokjin’s stomach because he knows it isn’t completely true.
“For being here when I needed you.”
It’s sincere, but it feels like a punch right through Seokjin’s stomach because he knows it isn’t completely true.
Jungkook had to have gone through at least one other heat while Seokjin was away, and if the state Seokjin found him in had anything to say, that other heat must have been hell.
“Jungkook—”
“Jungkook—”
“No,” Jungkook interrupts him. He stops on the other side of the kitchen island and he takes a deep breath before finally looking at Seokjin.
“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t look at me like that, you know I know. What you did was something you had to do. I don’t like that a horrible misunderstanding was the thing that finally pushed you to it, but it had to happen at some point.
I will hear everything you have to say, but first I need you to know that there’s nothing goin on between me and Namjoon, there never was, there never will be. You’re it for me, Seokjin.”
A hot, single tear drips from Seokjin’s eyelashes when he blinks and Jungkook’s lips press into a thin line. Seokjin can see that it’s taking everything in him not to come and offer comfort,
and Seokjin’s thankful for Jungkook’s restraint, because he isn’t sure he’d be able to not break down if Jungkook touched him now.
“I’m sorry,” Seokjin says. Jungkook shakes his head, but he keeps going. “I’m sorry that I let my fucked up past hurt us like this—”
“Jinnie—”
“I’m sorry,” Seokjin says. Jungkook shakes his head, but he keeps going. “I’m sorry that I let my fucked up past hurt us like this—”
“Jinnie—”
“Let me continue, please.” Seokjin rubs his face with his hands and Jungkook goes quiet, but his soft, milky scent blankets Seokjin from across the counter and helps him breathe better.
“Jungkook, the me you’ve come to know isn’t the full me. I’ve lived most of my life trying not to be me because I let horrible people from my past make me believe it was wrong to be an alpha, to follow my instincts.
I guess at this point Yoongi must have told you about the nameless three…”
“He tried to, after the whole incident with Namjoon, but I didn’t let him because I wanted to hear it from you… If you want to tell me.”
“He tried to, after the whole incident with Namjoon, but I didn’t let him because I wanted to hear it from you… If you want to tell me.”
“I want to. I’m not going to use them as an excuse for what I did to us, for the way I treated you, but as much as I hate to admit it, they had a big part on shaping who I am today, who I’m discovering myself to be.
I think knowing about them will help you understand the rest better… or at least I hope it’ll give you some context.”
So, Seokjin talks to Jungkook. They end up sitting on the kitchen floor, facing each other. Seokjin accepts the hand Jungkook offers and he fidgets with Jungkook’s fingers for a moment before he begins his story.
It starts a couple of days before omega number one, in Seokjin’s childhood bedroom, the morning of his presentation.
It starts with confusion, with the realization of being the first alpha in his family in who knows how many generations.
It starts with the pain of dealing with his first rut in complete darkness, burning heat and absolute famish.
Being the first alpha born to a family of betas and omegas in a long, long time, may have been where Seokjin’s path started to twist.
Being the first alpha born to a family of betas and omegas in a long, long time, may have been where Seokjin’s path started to twist.
He had no one to teach him, no one to help him along, and being a Prime (although Seokjin didn’t know that back then) only made things harder.
His instincts were strong from the beginning, and before he could even comprehend what was happening to him, within him, he hurt someone.
Seokjin never though about him in terms of numbers, because it felt weird to put the man who raised him in the same category with the people who tried to break him down, but his father may have been the one who started it all.
Omega zero, his therapist called him the first time Seokjin went to get help. He was the one who made way for Seokjin to think that being an alpha was wrong.
Usually, parents like to say that they don’t choose favorites between their children, but Seokjin’s father was blatantly honest when it came to showing that Seokjin was his preferred one. Seokjin was the little one, the light of his fathers’ eyes.
The light that went out when Seokjin went to sleep as a promising future omega on the eve of his sixteenth birthday and woke up reeking of alpha pheromones.
His first rut was so strong that everyone in the house was up before Seokjin even knew it was happening. He woke up that morning to a loud hammering outside his bedroom door and a blazing hot fire in his gut threatening to burn him alive.
Seokjin stumbled off his bed and when he tried to open the door, he found it boarded shut. He could smell the acrid scent of displeased omega; it made something in him howl in pain.
“I won’t let you hurt anyone,” his father said from the other side of the door. “Your mother will open the door if you’re still alive by the end of this… though I hope it won’t come to that.”
For the longest time, Seokjin lived telling himself that it was all a fever dream caused by his first rut. That the usual insecurities that come with youth were the ones responsible for that horrible memory. That it hadn’t happened.
That the horrible, bloody fight that came seven days later had been just a figment of his hormone altered brain.
// cw: implied child abuse
When Seokjin went to school after his rut was over, he still had the taste of blood in his mouth. The pain in his ribs was still there when he met omega number one, and his path warped further.
When Seokjin went to school after his rut was over, he still had the taste of blood in his mouth. The pain in his ribs was still there when he met omega number one, and his path warped further.
// cw over
The rest of the story is easier to tell. Seokjin finds it hurts less now.
Somewhere along the recounting of everything, Seokjin notices the trembling in the hands holding his.
The rest of the story is easier to tell. Seokjin finds it hurts less now.
Somewhere along the recounting of everything, Seokjin notices the trembling in the hands holding his.
He looks up to find Jungkook crying. Seokjin pulls Jungkook closer without thinking and Jungkook comes easily. He settles on Seokjin’s lap, legs wrapped around his waist, arms tight around his neck.
“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that,” Jungkook sobs in Seokjin’s ear. He holds Jungkook tighter. “It’s so unfair.”
“I know,” Seokjin breathes out. It feels as if the last of the thing weighing him down leaves in a controlled exhale.
“I know,” Seokjin breathes out. It feels as if the last of the thing weighing him down leaves in a controlled exhale.
It’s so weird, Seokjin thinks, to not feel it any longer. It’s foreign, but it’s good. This is what he’s been aiming for since his doctor helped him merge back. He can finally let go. “I want to ask you something.”
“What is it?” Jungkook pulls back, sniffing. His eyes are wet and puffy, the tip of his nose red. Seokjin thumbs some of the tears away.
“Back when I tried to fight the dimpled alpha, did you know about the bond?”
“Back when I tried to fight the dimpled alpha, did you know about the bond?”
“No. I had no idea about it until I woke up in the hospital and a doctor scolded me for straining it so much.” Jungkook twirls his fingers in the hair at the back of Seokjin’s head. “He said I shouldn’t have used it to fend another alpha off if I didn’t know how to control it.
But I didn’t even know what I was doing back then, I just knew I wanted you to be safe.” He looks Seokjin in the eye, his scent spikes dark and protective, possessive. “I didn’t want Namjoon to hurt you… to touch you.”
“I didn’t want him to touch you either,” Seokjin blurts out. He squeezes Jungkook’s waist where he’s holding him.
“He wasn’t touching me, Seokjin,” Jungkook giggles. He kisses the corner of Seokjin’s mouth and noses under his jaw.
“He wasn’t touching me, Seokjin,” Jungkook giggles. He kisses the corner of Seokjin’s mouth and noses under his jaw.
“He was smiling at you with his stupid handsome face and his stupid charming dimples.”
“Oh, so you think he’s handsome and charming?” Jungkook teases. His tone is playful, but his scent’s starting to make Seokjin feel a little drunk.
“Oh, so you think he’s handsome and charming?” Jungkook teases. His tone is playful, but his scent’s starting to make Seokjin feel a little drunk.
It’s heavy. It slithers down Seokjin’s throat and curls inside of him. Seokjin’s body responds in kind and Jungkook inhales hard against his skin. “Because I think you’re handsome and charming.”
“I don’t want to break the bond,” Seokjin mumbles. Jungkook stops breathing. “But if you—”
Jungkook kisses him, full on the lips. The impulse sends Seokjin backwards and Jungkook cradles his head to keep him from hurting himself when they hit the ground.
Jungkook kisses him, full on the lips. The impulse sends Seokjin backwards and Jungkook cradles his head to keep him from hurting himself when they hit the ground.
He gasps against Jungkook’s mouth, scent dripping relief.
“Jimin and I had a theory, you know?”
“Uh?” Seokjin tries to follow Jungkook’s lips as he pulls back.
“Jimin and I had a theory, you know?”
“Uh?” Seokjin tries to follow Jungkook’s lips as he pulls back.
“I heard the bells.” Jungkook smiles. Seokjin tilts his head, arching an eyebrow in confusion. “When I first saw you. It was at the bar; you were wearing the black leather jacket and you were smiling at Yoongi.
Taehyung laughed at me because I tripped and spilled my drink all over myself. Later Jimin told me the bells came from the song that was playing in the background, but for me it was a sign.”
“A sing of what?” Seokjin asks, mesmerized by the way Jungkook’s eyes seem to glimmer.
“When I was little, my mother used to tell me that when I found my other half, I’d hear the bells and I’d know. I knew. I know.” Jungkook smiles, all bunny teeth and scrunched nose.
“When I was little, my mother used to tell me that when I found my other half, I’d hear the bells and I’d know. I knew. I know.” Jungkook smiles, all bunny teeth and scrunched nose.
Seokjin loves it. Seokjin loves him. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure you’re my other half.”
“Only ninety-nine?” He squeezes Jungkook’s waist again and Jungkook’s happy scent washes over him with a hint of something stickier.
“Only ninety-nine?” He squeezes Jungkook’s waist again and Jungkook’s happy scent washes over him with a hint of something stickier.
“The other one percent depends on how good your knot fits.”
They stare at each other in silence. Seokjin’s fingers dig under Jungkook’s ribs and they burst laughing.
“You’re stuck with me, Kim Seokjin. You’re mine,” Jungkook says, out of breath, draping himself over Seokjin.
They stare at each other in silence. Seokjin’s fingers dig under Jungkook’s ribs and they burst laughing.
“You’re stuck with me, Kim Seokjin. You’re mine,” Jungkook says, out of breath, draping himself over Seokjin.
“I love you.” The words spill from his mouth on their own, but he means it. He can feel the love he has for Jungkook in every part of him, taking all over.
“I know,” Jungkook says, placing his head on Seokjin’s chest, drawing circles with one finger over Seokjin’s heart. “I can feel it through the bond. Close your eyes and feel.”
Seokjin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. It feels warm, heavy. Not the kind of heaviness that drags you down, but the one that keeps you grounded. It’s soft and all encompassing, it blankets Seokjin and makes him feel safe.
It feels strong, solid, real. It feels more, like nothing Seokjin has ever felt before. He doesn’t know how to describe it, but he knows how to feel it.
He opens his eyes to find Jungkook staring at him with adoration all over his face. Something blooms in Seokjin’s chest and he smiles.
“I love you too.” Jungkook cups Seokjin’s face with his hands, like all the times Seokjin has done to him. “I love you so much and I’m yours. You have me.” He kisses the tears that drip from Seokjin’s temple. “I have you.”
“Thank you,” Seokjin sobs.
“Thank you,” Seokjin sobs.
“You don’t have to thank me.” Jungkook kisses him so, so softly. Seokjin melts under him. “I don’t want to break the bond either.”
Time fades into the background as they stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Time fades into the background as they stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms.
They share countless kisses and the warmth inside of Seokjin slowly flickers into an ember that burns with a different kind of heat. Jungkook wiggles his hips, dragging his lips down the side of Seokjin’ neck and closing them around the scent gland there.
“You taste better when I’m not heat drunk. How is that possible?” Jungkook exhales against Seokjin’s skin. He licks around the little bump and moans after kissing one drop clean.
“I want to taste you too,” Seokjin says, grabbing Jungkook’s hips and pressing him down so Jungkook can feel what just his scent does to him.
“Oh! I sure as hell hope nothing sexual is occurring in any of our common spaces now that Jungkook is no longer in heat!” Taehyung’s loud voice booms from the living room.
“Tae!” Jimin squeaks.
“Tae!” Jimin squeaks.
“I didn’t need to know what aroused Seokjin smells like, we shouldn’t have come,” Yoongi grumbles not far behind them.
“Oh, but they smell lovely!” Hoseok chimes in. “Damn, it’s making my mouth water.”
“You sex addict,” Yoongi starts, but his voice gets muffled the next second.
“Oh, but they smell lovely!” Hoseok chimes in. “Damn, it’s making my mouth water.”
“You sex addict,” Yoongi starts, but his voice gets muffled the next second.
Seokjin and Jungkook stare at each other, trying not to laugh.
“Come on! We didn’t come here to start a fucking orgy!” Taehyung says.
“But… they look kinda hot, not gonna lie,” Jimin replies.
“Come on! We didn’t come here to start a fucking orgy!” Taehyung says.
“But… they look kinda hot, not gonna lie,” Jimin replies.
Suddenly all of their scents start getting heavier and Jungkook grinds his hips down on Seokjin. The faintest hint of smoke reaches Seokjin and he goes stiff.
“Um, I don’t even know what I’m doing here. Can I go? Please.”
Seokjin’s hold on Jungkook tightens and Jungkook yelps when Seokjin pulls them to a stand.
Seokjin’s hold on Jungkook tightens and Jungkook yelps when Seokjin pulls them to a stand.
Them popping up from behind the kitchen island startles the dimpled alpha. Though it may also have to do with the way Seokjin’s eyes flash his way as he pushes Jungkook behind himself.
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Jungkook peeks over Seokjin’s shoulder, round eyes taking in the funny group standing in the middle of the living room.
Jungkook peeks over Seokjin’s shoulder, round eyes taking in the funny group standing in the middle of the living room.
Hoseok’s all over a sulking Yoongi. Jimin has an arm around Taehyung’s waist, his other hand clenched on the front of Namjoon’s hoodie, apparently trying to pull him closer to them.
He slides his arms around Seokjin from the back, settling one hand on Seokjin’s stomach, the other over his rabbiting heart. Jungkook noses along Seokjin’s scent gland, inhaling the possessive streak with gusto.
He has never said it out loud, but Jungkook quite enjoys when his alpha goes a little wild because of him. It makes him preen, to know that Seokjin wants him this much.
“Yours,” Jungkook whispers in Seokjin’s ear.
“Mine,” Seokjin growls lowly, reaching a hand back to squeeze Jungkook’s hip.
The rumble catches the rest of their attentions and the group stops whatever was going on.
“Mine,” Seokjin growls lowly, reaching a hand back to squeeze Jungkook’s hip.
The rumble catches the rest of their attentions and the group stops whatever was going on.
“Your fangs are showing, Seokjin,” Yoongi says. He squirms away from Hoseok’s embrace and goes to stand in the direct line of Seokjin’s sight, blocking Namjoon from his tunnel vision. “Calm the fuck down.”
“No, Yoongi, I shouldn’t be here. This is his omega’s nest and Jungkook just came out of his heat. Their instincts are still not one hundred percent under control.”
Jungkook can feel how Seokjin goes pliant after hearing that Namjoon recognizes him as Seokjin’s omega. It’s the first time someone other than the two of them has explicitly said it and it pleases Jungkook’s base side too. He presses himself harder against Seokjin’s back.
“Cut Yoongi some slack, he has never been with an omega in heat,” Taehyung says, pulling Namjoon closer to him and Jimin. They kind of posture in a protective manner in front of him.
That’s new. Jungkook arches an eyebrow in interest.
That’s new. Jungkook arches an eyebrow in interest.
“Oh! Excuse me if I prefer to take a knot up my ass. So do you and no one says anything,” Yoongi pouts.
Hoseok coos and Seokjin starts laughing, that squeaky sound that makes Jungkook want to curl up in his lap and kiss him all over.
Hoseok coos and Seokjin starts laughing, that squeaky sound that makes Jungkook want to curl up in his lap and kiss him all over.
“Sorry about our first encounter,” Seokjin says after he catches a breath. He steps from behind the counter, Jungkook still glued to his back. He reaches a hand towards Namjoon. “Kim Seokjin, Jungkook’s alpha.”
The rest of their friends try to stifle laughter as best as they can after Jungkook chirps when Seokjin asserts his place on their little pack.
Namjoon stares at Seokjin’s hand, then at them. There’s some sort of… admiration? In the way his eyes linger on Seokjin and Jungkook involuntarily squeezes Seokjin harder.
“Okay, we know he’s handsome, but you can’t go falling in love with him when Taehyung and I have been courting you for the last six months!” Jimin whines.
Seokjin and Jungkook gasp. No one else seems surprised by the claim. Namjoon blushes furiously as he hastily shakes Seokjin’s hand.
“Kim Namjoon. Hopefully this pair of demon’s future alpha, if you’d allow.”
“Kim Namjoon. Hopefully this pair of demon’s future alpha, if you’d allow.”
Seokjin goes stiff again and his mouth drops open. Jungkook smiles against his shoulder. It’s funny that Seokjin hasn’t realized yet, how they all flock around him. And Jungkook isn’t going to say anything now.
“W-why would you ask me?”
“W-why would you ask me?”
“Because you’re our pack alpha, why else would it be?” Hoseok says, matter-of-factly.
Seokjin’s eyes flicker from Hoseok to Yoongi, who nods with a soft smile on his lips.
“But I thought Yoongi—”
Seokjin’s eyes flicker from Hoseok to Yoongi, who nods with a soft smile on his lips.
“But I thought Yoongi—”
“Yeah, no,” Yoongi cuts him off. “You’ve been it since that time in high school when you managed to stop me from beating up omega number one.”
“Uh… okay?” Seokjin tilts his head. He grabs the hand Jungkook has on his stomach. “Okay… This is weird. I… uh… I guess I appreciate your consideration, but our pack doesn’t work like that. It’s their choice, not mine.”
“I know,” Namjoon says. “They told me so.”
“I’m so confused right now,” Seokjin shakes his head.
“Me too,” Jungkook says. “Why are we doing this right now? I was about to finally eat Seokjin alive.”
“I’m so confused right now,” Seokjin shakes his head.
“Me too,” Jungkook says. “Why are we doing this right now? I was about to finally eat Seokjin alive.”
Jungkook smirks after he gets a mouthful of the sudden change in Seokjin’s scent.
“Seokjin, our strongest soldier,” Hoseok giggles at the same time that Yoongi grunts in annoyance and the room erupts into bickering from all of them.
“Seokjin, our strongest soldier,” Hoseok giggles at the same time that Yoongi grunts in annoyance and the room erupts into bickering from all of them.
Someone says something about not being appreciated while trying to clear all of their misunderstandings as Seokjin turns around in Jungkook’s arms until they’re face to face.
Jungkook looks up into his alpha's eyes and Seokjin’s fond expression makes him melt a little.
“Coming here right after my heat,” Jungkook says with a smile on his face. “They’re a bunch of idiots.”
“Coming here right after my heat,” Jungkook says with a smile on his face. “They’re a bunch of idiots.”
“They’re my idiots, apparently,” Seokjin smiles back.
“We’re all your idiots.” Jungkook pouts, getting on his tiptoes to give Seokjin another kiss that grants them a choir of complains from the rest of their pack.
“We’re all your idiots.” Jungkook pouts, getting on his tiptoes to give Seokjin another kiss that grants them a choir of complains from the rest of their pack.
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It’s hot. So fucking hot Seokjin has to kick all of the blankets aside, but he still reaches for Jungkook’s warm body. His hand falls flat on the empty mattress, though, and his eyes fly open the next second.
It’s hot. So fucking hot Seokjin has to kick all of the blankets aside, but he still reaches for Jungkook’s warm body. His hand falls flat on the empty mattress, though, and his eyes fly open the next second.
“Kookie?” Seokjin croaks, voice raspy from sleep. Something’s wrong. He doesn’t know what, but he can feel it.
Despite the usual chill that comes with the beginning of December, Seokjin’s sweating already. The room feels suffocating. There isn’t enough of Jungkook’s scent here. It takes him a while to realize that he’s actually home, not in Jungkook’s apartment.
There isn’t enough Jungkook here because Jungkook has never been in Seokjin’s room before, and the last remnants of Jungkook’s scent were washed off in last night’s shower.
It's very uncomfortable, Seokjin notices, to not taste Jungkook on the back of his throat with every breath he takes, as he had been doing for the past week while he tended to Jungkook during his heat.
Now that the heat is over and all the misunderstandings have been cleared, Seokjin doesn’t want to spend another second away from his omega.
He didn’t mean to fall asleep after the shower. He was supposed to come home for a couple of changes of clothes and head back to Jungkook. Maybe he was a lot more tired than he thought.
Restraining base urges takes way more energy now that he’s getting used to being in touch with his wild side, and keeping himself in check around Jungkook the past seven days was a feat that left him drained.
However it be, he needs to get back. He needs to go back to Jungkook. He needs Jungkook.
Seokjin rolls across the bed, trying to reach his phone, but when his hard cock brushes against the mattress he goes stiff for a moment.
Seokjin rolls across the bed, trying to reach his phone, but when his hard cock brushes against the mattress he goes stiff for a moment.
A low whimper falls from his lips as his hips start moving on their own, humping the bed in search of some relief, but it doesn’t feel right. Not when all he can smell is his own scent.
His phone dings on the bedside table and Seokjin startles to a stop. What is he doing?
He grabs the phone, squinting at the bright screen in the dark room. A sweet, fuzzy feeling spreads through his body at the sight of Jungkook’s smiling face on the lock screen.
He grabs the phone, squinting at the bright screen in the dark room. A sweet, fuzzy feeling spreads through his body at the sight of Jungkook’s smiling face on the lock screen.
It’s a photo of the two of them, taken yesterday after the pack bickering died down. Jimin had snuck into the kitchen while him and Jungkook were nuzzling each other and snapped the pic right when Jungkook flashed that perfect smile that’s all bunny teeth and scrunched nose,
the one that always makes Seokjin’s heart try to beat out of his chest. It’s doing it again right now, but this time the effect spreads further down his body and settles between his legs.
Seokjin palms himself over his sweatpants as he taps the notification. A text from Jungkook, asking if he’s okay because it’s been a long time since he left and he hasn’t come back. Seokjin looks at the clock on the corner of the screen, it’s a quarter past two AM.
He decides to call Jungkook, mind too scattered to actually write something back.
Jungkook picks up after the first ring.
Jungkook picks up after the first ring.
“Jinnie? Where are you? Are you okay?” There’s an urgency in Jungkook’s voice. The way his questions lean into a whine at the end starts a rumble in Seokjin’s chest.
He squeezes the base of his cock and growls. Jungkook gasps at the other end of the line and goes quiet for a second. “Seokjin, is everything alright?”
Yes. No. Maybe. Seokjin shakes his head. Jungkook’s voice so close yet so far puts his mind in a daze. A sudden wave of blazing heat washes over his body and his jaw aches with the need to bite. That’s when he realizes what’s happening. He’s going into rut.
He clenches his phone, other hand slipping into his sweatpants. He’s already leaking, underwear wet and sticky. It makes the glide easier. “I’m okay,” he grunts.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook insists. “You sound kind of…”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook insists. “You sound kind of…”
“I think— Fuck! I think your heat brought my rut forward.” He starts stroking faster, just the faint sound of Jungkook’s breathing through the phone is doing unspeakable things to him. It feels like torture, but in a good kind of way.
“Do… do you need me to come to you?” Jungkook asks, cautious.
“Yes!” Seokjin growls. “Fuck, yes. I need you to come and sit on my knot.”
“Yes!” Seokjin growls. “Fuck, yes. I need you to come and sit on my knot.”
Jungkook’s breath stutters. Seokjin vaguely registers him speaking to someone else on the other side, but he can’t think of anything other that the idea of having his omega here, with him.
Enough has been enough. Months of training and getting reacquainted with himself, of being away from Jungkook, of living with the fear of no longer being what Jungkook wants, have wore his patience thin.
Now that he knows for sure that him and Jungkook will remain together (hopefully forever) he can’t bring himself to wait any longer.
There are voices and the sound of a car door closing on the phone. Seokjin tries to burrow deeper into the mattress, hips bucking up into his own fist.
“I’m on my way,” Jungkook says.
“Good omega,” Seokjin moans. He’s close already, but not quite there yet. He needs more. “Talk to me.”
“Um… Yoongi is here.”
“Good omega,” Seokjin moans. He’s close already, but not quite there yet. He needs more. “Talk to me.”
“Um… Yoongi is here.”
“I don’t care.” He doesn’t. It’s okay. It’s just his omega trapped in a confined space with another alpha while he’s all alone at the beginning of his rut. Seokjin’s rapidly dwindling rational side catches the thought and frowns at it, but he doesn’t want to be rational now.
He’s spent all of his previous ruts alone, trying not to be what he really is. And what he really is right now is a territorial Prime Alpha who wants his Omega here.
He hears Jungkook clear his throat and a distant ‘It’s okay’ that sounds like Yoongi.
“Are you touching yourself?” Jungkook asks softly. It sends a delicious shiver up Seokjin’s spine and he squeezes his cock harder. “Is it good? Wouldn’t you rather it was me touching you?”
“Are you touching yourself?” Jungkook asks softly. It sends a delicious shiver up Seokjin’s spine and he squeezes his cock harder. “Is it good? Wouldn’t you rather it was me touching you?”
“I want you to touch me,” Seokjin hisses, breath becoming ragged as he jerks himself faster. “I need you to touch me, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook whimpers and it goes straight to Seokjin’s cock. He squeezes his swelling knot and curses breathlessly.
Jungkook whimpers and it goes straight to Seokjin’s cock. He squeezes his swelling knot and curses breathlessly.
If he closes his eyes he can pretend, help stave the heat threatening to burn him from within a little longer. He really wants Jungkook here right now.
“I’m almost there, Alpha. Wait for me,” Jungkook whispers. His voice carries something else that feels like a plead but makes Seokjin’s body react like a command.
Without thinking, Seokjin stops searching for his pleasure, his hand stops moving and it goes loose around his straining cock. “You can do that for me, right? You’ve already waited so long; we both have been waiting for so long.
But don’t worry, my love. We’ll make up for the lost time and I’m gonna make sure you can never go without me again.”
Seokjin moans unabashedly, throwing his head back and clenching the sheets in his clawed hand.
Seokjin moans unabashedly, throwing his head back and clenching the sheets in his clawed hand.
He may be going rut crazy, but he’d swear Jungkook’s words wash over his skin like a gentle caress. His hips buck into nothing and his cock throbs painfully, desperate to have the tight, wet heat of his omega around him.
“Fuck, ease up on the scent. He won’t be able to smell you through the phone.”
“Mine.” Seokjin rips a piece of his comforter off and throws it across the room.
“Yours,” Jungkook replies after shushing Yoongi.
“Mine.” Seokjin rips a piece of his comforter off and throws it across the room.
“Yours,” Jungkook replies after shushing Yoongi.
Seokjin hears the sound of a window coming down and the rush of the wind blowing past. “How would you like to take me first, Alpha?” Jungkook asks and Seokjin perks up, rubbing his face against the screen.
“Can I taste you before, or do you want to mount me in your den? I can’t seem to set my mind on either. I want to have you in my mouth, I want you to fuck my face and cum down my throat.
But I also want you to wrestle me into your bed, pin me down and put me in my place. You never did have to chase me, you know? It was always me after you, don’t you want to earn your catch, Alpha?”
“Yes!” Seokjin growls. His cock twitches with interest. The idea of performing The run with Jungkook awakens the basest of urges in him. It’s something primal, deeply ingrained within Seokjin’s alpha self.
To chase after his chosen omega and take him. He knows it’d be all for show, Jungkook is already his, but he wants it. Seokjin wants everything with Jungkook.
“I want it too,” Jungkook sounds pretty worked up. There’s an extra sweetness to his voice that has Seokjin writhing impatiently, aching for his touch.
He’s already leaking so much and he wants to cum, but his seed can’t go to waste. He needs it to breed his Omega. “Yeah? You want to breed me? Get me full of your pups?”
And, somehow, after everything he saw and heard Jungkook do during his heat, hearing him talk about pups now is what tips Seokjin over the final line. He hums his approval with a low purr coming from his chest.
Jungkook’s cute little giggle in response has bright hot white flashing behind Seokjin’s eyelids and his whole body goes still as thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock and onto his chest and stomach, some even reaches as far as his cheek and Seokjin growls at the waste.
“Seokjin.” He shivers at the mere call of his name, and when he opens his eyes to look at the mess he made all over himself, he finds he’s still hard. “Seokjin, did you cum?”
“Fuck,” Seokjin grunts. “Fuck! Baby, I need you so bad.”
“Fuck,” Seokjin grunts. “Fuck! Baby, I need you so bad.”
Seokjin barely registers the car door opening and closing, but he hyperfixes on the way Jungkook’s breath becomes ragged as he starts running.
“Don’t move,” Jungkook says. “I want to lick it off you.”
“Don’t move,” Jungkook says. “I want to lick it off you.”
A little bit of clarity returns to Seokjin after cumming once, and just as Jungkook says something about not letting a single drop go to waste, he hears the jingle of keys. The call cuts and Seokjin jumps from the bed.
Still dripping cum and with his cock standing proud out of his pants, he strides out of his room and into the living room. He’s met with Jungkook halfway through taking his shirt off.
Once Jungkook throws the shirt to the side, Seokjin can see the glimmer in his Omega’s eyes and the mischievous smirk curling his mouth.
It sets something off inside of Seokjin and in the blink of an eye he vaults over the couch. Jungkook squeals and runs in the opposite direction. Jungkook’s laughter and their sweet scents fill up the entire place as they run around the living room.
Seokjin trips on a misplaced shoe and rolls onto the floor, Jungkook stops several steps ahead and looks over his shoulder. His wide doe eyes fix on Seokjin, who’s already on all fours, scrambling to get up.
Their eyes meet and Seokjin’s flash a deep red to Jungkook’s dark chocolate. Seokjin growls and leaps for Jungkook’s legs, getting a hold of his ankle and toppling him to the ground.
Jungkook squirms, trying to get away, but Seokjin uses his full body weight to keep him still. Seokjin leans closer, grinding his hard cock against Jungkook’s ass while he noses into his neck.
Jungkook stops moving completely and turns his head to the side, giving Seokjin full access to his scent gland. Seokjin closes his mouth around it, drinking every single drop of euphoria and excitement in Jungkook’s body from performing such an ancient mating ritual.
He licks the little swollen bump of skin and Jungkook mewls softly, hands clawing at the floor under Seokjin’s hold.
“No more running,” Seokjin grunts, overgrown fangs grazing Jungkook’s skin. “I have you now.”
“No more running,” Seokjin grunts, overgrown fangs grazing Jungkook’s skin. “I have you now.”
The reaction he gets from Jungkook is something he doesn’t really expect. He expects submission, maybe for Jungkook to try and fight him a little more.
Instead, he gets a trembling omega and a very loud moan. The aftershocks rake over Jungkook’s body so hard, and Seokjin doesn’t understand what’s happening until he smells it.
He takes a deep breath, nose buried in that sensitive spot behind Jungkook’s ear. The sweetness, the arousal, that exquisite mix of vanilla milk and cookies that’s so Jungkook make his mouth water instantly.
He lets go of one of Jungkook’s wrists to slide a hand between Jungkook and the floor. It’s sticky. Seokjin swallows a mouthful of the irresistible scent and presses his hips harder against the trembling body beneath him, feeling the wetness over their clothes.
“Oh, baby. You’re so sensitive you came just from running around?” Seokjin teases, taking the pink tip of Jungkook’s ear between his teeth.
“Shut up!” Jungkook whimpers, humping Seokjin’s loose hand with his softening cock. “I’m just out of my heat! And you came at the mention of pups over the phone, you have no right to judge me.”
“I’m not judging you, darling.” Seokjin squeezes Jungkook’s little omegan cock and licks the side of his face. “It was so fucking hot. Think you can do it again?”
“Uh?”
“Uh?”
Seokjin pulls back just enough to turn Jungkook around and yank his pants off in a swift movement. The sight of his Omega completely naked, the wetness between his thighs, the stains of sticky white all over his toned stomach make Seokjin go crazy.
He nuzzles into Jungkook’s neck once again, hands going to Jungkook’s waist and squeezing. The give of Jungkook’s soft skin under his fingers feels heavenly, Seokjin can’t even begin to describe what it actually does to him. It sure as hell makes him drool.
He leaves a trail of wet kisses from Jungkook’s scent gland, all along his jaw, and with his lips brushing the shell of Jungkook’s ear, he says “Little omega, run.”
Jungkook moans, his eyes dilate to almost black and his scent spikes before he scrambles from under Seokjin and attempts to start another chase, but he hasn’t even taken three steps before Seokjin grabs him by the waist and hauls him over his shoulder.
The sheer display of alpha strength has Jungkook gushing and Seokjin purrs pleased, dragging his fingertips over the wetness of Jungkook’s inner thigh.
Seokjin bites Jungkook’s asscheek and Jungkook chirps, slapping Seokjin’s ass in retaliation. But Seokjin can tell that Jungkook loves the rough treatment by the way their bond vibrates with anticipation.
He takes them to his room, and once there he throws Jungkook onto his bed. Almost immediately, Jungkook rolls onto his belly and buries his face in Seokjin’s pillow.
Jungkook’s legs spread on their own as he breathes in as much of Seokjin’s scent from the fabric as he can, and Seokjin’s eyes follow the trickle of wetness from Jungkook’s twitching hole.
Seokjin climbs onto the bed and puts his hands on Jungkook’s thighs, right under the swell of his ass. Goosebumps spread over Jungkook’s skin and he sends a lust veiled glance over his shoulder.
He looks downright sinful and Seokjin burns with the need to take him and mark him as his own.
“Do it,” Jungkook mewls, trying to lift his hips. “I want it too.”
“Do it,” Jungkook mewls, trying to lift his hips. “I want it too.”
Seokjin flips Jungkook around and leans over him, the pillow still clenched in Jungkook’s arms between them. He takes his time to kiss all over Jungkook’s flushed face, his forehead, each of his cheeks, the tip of his nose and, finally, his pouty lips.
“Hold on tight,” Seokjin says, patting the pillow. “I’m about to make you mine for real.”
“Oh, no.” Jungkook smiles. One of his arms wraps around Seokjin’s neck and pulls him closer. “It’s the other way around and you still haven’t noticed, darling.”
“Oh, no.” Jungkook smiles. One of his arms wraps around Seokjin’s neck and pulls him closer. “It’s the other way around and you still haven’t noticed, darling.”
Jungkook’s other hand snakes between them and deft fingers take hold of Seokjin’s neglected cock, guiding it to Jungkook’s awaiting hole.
Seokjin clenches his jaw shut when Jungkook starts shoving him in and his tip pops inside. The both of them moan and Seokjin envelopes Jungkook in a tight embrace at the same time that Jungkook tries to pull him even closer.
The slide inside is wet, hot, easy. But then, when the slight swell of Seokjin’s already forming knot brushes against Jungkook’s rim things become frantic. Jungkook circles his hips, wrapping his legs around Seokjin’s waist and keeping him from pulling back.
“Push it in,” Jungkook moans against Seokjin’s throat, mouthing hotly at his scent gland, teasing around it with the tip of his tongue. And then he squeezes so damn tight it makes Seokjin howl in pleasure.
Something about the way Jungkook moves has Seokjin’s brain going all fuzzy. His knot pops inside and every rational thought stops completely and the feral side that has been subdued for so long finally, finally unifies with the rest of Seokjin.
Their mixed scents in the air acquire a more definite aroma, it isn’t just a jumble of Jungkook’s scent and his anymore, it’s theirs.
Their emotions trough the bond become so strong, almost like physical touch and sound. Seokjin can feel Jungkook’s everything surrounding him, he can hear it:
I love you. I’m here for you. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Forever.
I love you. I’m here for you. I’m yours, and you’re mine. Forever.
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“I know that you love him a lot and all, but do you really need to stress this much over a birthday party?” Jimin asks, flopping over the kitchen counter, his eyes follow Jungkook as he paces around the room.
“I know that you love him a lot and all, but do you really need to stress this much over a birthday party?” Jimin asks, flopping over the kitchen counter, his eyes follow Jungkook as he paces around the room.
“Yes! Last year we forgot!” Jungkook replies. He throws Jimin a death glare just for a second before bringing his attention back to the covered plate on the dinner table.
Everything looks alright, but that silver cover and what’s under it give Jungkook the shivers. Even if he’s the one who prepared what’s inside, thinking about what could happen when Seokjin sees it makes his stomach feel funny in a bad way.
“Because you guys were fucking like rabbits during his rut. I think that's a pretty good birthday gift slash celebration.”
“Yes, because you’re a sex addict.” Jungkook goes to the table and takes off the silver cover, puts it back on, takes it off and puts it back on. And then takes it off once more. It’s driving him crazy.
Should he just get rid of everything and take Seokjin to a fancy restaurant? But where will he get a table at this hour during this time of the year? Oh god why did he do this to himself?
“As someone who goes into rut and who enjoys sex as much as Seokjin, I think it’s a pretty good gift too, it’s like living the dream,” Namjoon offers from the other side of the kitchen.
Jungkook turns around to look at the way Namjoon and Jimin stare at each other, dinner preparations momentarily forgotten. Jimin’s eyes are fixed on Namjoon in a way that Jungkook could swear is making the kitchen feel hotter than it really is.
There’s a mischievous smirk on Namjoon’s lips as Jimin puts a hand on his chest and squeezes, pulling a high-pitched squeal from him.
"You lived that dream back in September and look at what you did to Tae!” Jimin breathes out. His salted caramel scent wafts into the air, making Jungkook’s mouth water.
The three of them look at Taehyung, who’s nibbling on a cookie while reading a baby book on the couch, one hand over his already showing baby bump. He’s so focused on either the book or the cookie that he doesn’t even realize they’re talking about him.
But Jimin’s scent must reach him as well, because his nose twitches and then his head whips in their direction, eyes wide and mouth half open, crumbs all over. Jungkook wants to coo at him.
“Why do you know how much Seokjin enjoys sex?” Jungkook asks when he remembers what they were talking about. Namjoon looks back at him with deer caught in headlights eyes.
“We talk,” Namjoon coughs.
“We talk,” Namjoon coughs.
“What kind of talks are you two having?” Jimin wants to know, pulling on the front of Namjoon’s sweater. Namjoon lets himself be dragged between Jimin’s legs and Jimin wraps around him like a snake, resting his chin between Namjoon’s sizeable pectoral muscles.
“Once he asked how I was able to handle two omegas whose heats are synced and we just kept going,” Namjoon answers, his smoky scent coming strong now.
Jimin nuzzles between his tits and Jungkook has to look the other way because it feels like he’s intruding in a very intimate scene where he shouldn’t be.
“Great all of my friends are sex addicts!” Jungkook covers his face with his hands, though the spaces between his fingers are big enough for him to take a peek at them if he so whished.
Not that he does, nor that he’s doing it now. It’s not like he can see the way Namjoon’s hands come up to touch the back of Jimin’s neck and tangle in his hair.
“Even Hoseok and Yoongi?” Taehyung walks into the kitchen then, crumbles still on the corners of his mouth, but he still looks hungry. Probably because his boyfriends are cooking up a sexy cocktail in the middle of Jungkook’s kitchen.
“Oh, those two are worse than all of you combined!” Seokjin screams from the front door.
Damn him and his extremely good super hearing.
“Hey!” Yoongi complains. Jungkook hears Seokjin yip in pain, which must mean that Yoongi just elbowed him on the ribs, like he usually does.
Damn him and his extremely good super hearing.
“Hey!” Yoongi complains. Jungkook hears Seokjin yip in pain, which must mean that Yoongi just elbowed him on the ribs, like he usually does.
“He isn’t wrong, tho,” Hoseok giggles.
Then Yoongi complains some more, but his words go muffled pretty quickly, and Seokjin strides into the kitchen a second later with a blush covering him from head to shoulders.
Then Yoongi complains some more, but his words go muffled pretty quickly, and Seokjin strides into the kitchen a second later with a blush covering him from head to shoulders.
“Someone should teach those two not to make out in front of people. They’ve been unstoppable since I left the apartment,” Seokjin says.
Jungkook drops the silver cover, which effectively gets everyone to stop the weird mating ritual they seem to engage in whenever the seven of them are together. Seokjin walks closer to Jungkook, worry clear as day in his eyes.
“Hey bun, you ok—” Seokjin stops mid-sentence, eyes fixed somewhere behind Jungkook. Jungkook’s breathing comes to a halt and the entire house is suspended in an eerie silence all of a sudden.
‘It was a bad idea’, Jungkook thinks, even if he can’t feel any discomfort or emotions of the sort coming through their bond. What he feels instead is a deep-rooted warmth that slowly spreads through him until everything feels like it’s on fire. “Are those for me?”
Six pairs of eyes fall on the tower of cupcakes on the middle of the dinner table. They’re vanilla, with Seokjin’s favorite strawberry buttercream.
There’s a little card staked on the top one that reads 'Happy birthday, my love'. Jungkook stares at Seokjin, trying to gauge his reaction.
The only thing keeping him sane right now is the fact that Seokjin isn’t giving any distress signals through their bond, but his face is completely blank. No one moves. No one breathes. Except…
“Well, do you like them?” Taehyung asks.
“Tae!” Jungkook hisses, but Taehyung gives him an unapologetic look that says ‘someone had to do it’ and Jungkook gets it.
“Tae!” Jungkook hisses, but Taehyung gives him an unapologetic look that says ‘someone had to do it’ and Jungkook gets it.
But it isn’t his intention to make Seokjin feel uncomfortable on his birthday, he should’ve known this is still a touchy subject. “You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want to. It was just a silly idea, I’m sorry.”
Seokjin reacts then. He takes a hold of Jungkook’s wrist and pulls him into a bone crushing hug, nose buried in Jungkook’s neck. The strong scent of stargazer lily and happiness overwhelms everything else in the room and Jungkook takes a deep breath, hugging Seokjin back.
“Don’t apologize, I love it,” Seokjin whispers against Jungkook’s scent gland. He drags the tip of his nose along the column of Jungkook’s neck and the side of his face, then presses his lips to Jungkook’s temple. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Jungkook replies after a heartbeat. He pulls back from the hug, just a little, to cradle Seokjin’s face in his hands. A single tear drips from Seokjin’s eyelashes despite the soft smile on his mouth.
Jungkook kisses the tiny drop clean, then he kisses the corner of Seokjin’s lips, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “I love you so much.”
A shaky, wet laugh blurts from Seokjin before he pulls Jungkook in once again and kisses him full on the mouth. Jungkook giggles into the kiss, pecking Seokjin’s plump lips over and over, the hint of chocolate overtaking the sweetness in his scent.
It turns dark and heavy and the tinge of Seokjin in him comes forward. Seokjin’s sweetness intertwines perfectly in Jungkook and when he presses closer to Seokjin and finds him hard against his hip, he hears Taehyung again.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“He had already answered,” Namjoon whispers.
“These two horny dudes ain’t gonna keep me from eating dinner, I’m starving!” Hoseok says, stepping past them towards the served table.
“These two horny dudes ain’t gonna keep me from eating dinner, I’m starving!” Hoseok says, stepping past them towards the served table.
“How are you not going to be famished after you insisted on a quickie before coming here?” Yoongi grunts. “Even I’m starving.”
“We can’t let Jungkook’s cooking efforts go to waste.” Jimin jumps from the stool he was sitting on, onto Namjoon’s arms, who catches him with a soft huff and twirls him around before putting him back on the ground.
“I miss that,” Taehyung pouts next to them, one hand rubbing his swollen belly like he’s been doing ever since he started really showing.
“Oh, baby, I don’t lift twice as much since we mated for you to say that.” Namjoon turns to Taehyung and picks him up bridal style, then starts twirling around.
“They’re gonna break something, I can feel it,” Seokjin whispers against Jungkook’s mouth, a fond smile on his lips as he throws Taehyung and Namjoon a sideways glance.
Soon enough there’s the sound of something (fortunately not glass) clattering to the floor and Namjoon going ‘Oh shit!’ and Taehyung giggling.
Jimin mutters something about wanting to break shit too and Yoongi and Hoseok are already moaning by the table (hopefully because of the food and nothing else, Jungkook hopes).
Jungkook looks into Seokjin’s eyes and he can see and also smell the intensity of Seokjin’s emotions in this moment, and he knows that Seokjin knows everything’s reciprocal. They smile at each other. Jungkook is so happy he can’t even put it into words.
Someone pokes his shoulder. Jungkook finds Yoongi offering him one of the cupcakes from the tower. He takes it and holds it up to Seokjin’s mouth, whose eyes brighten when the sugary smell of the dessert reaches his nostrils.
Seokjin bites into the cupcake without hesitance and the pleasured moan that results from it makes Jungkook’s heart skip a beat.
✨THE END✨
✨THE END✨
Holly fuck it's finally done! Thank you to everyone who stuck with me on this ride, I hope you enjoyed it till the end 😌💜
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