"Oppa, will you put this on for me?"

Seokjin eyes what the fan is holding out to him. It's a white veil attached to a flower crown. He smiles, replaces the cowboy hat on his head with the veil, and makes a flower pose framing his face. "How is it?"

"You'd make a pretty bride!" The clicking of the cameras from the audience doesn't stop for a while. Someone from the staff has their camera at the ready as well.

"Here you go." Seokjin slides the signed album across the table and waves at the young woman as she leaves the stage.

"you can go in now."

seokjin raises his head at the man standing in the doorway. he tries to get a look into the room, but the man is so big he's filling the entire frame with his bulk. taking a deep breath, seokjin pushes himself off the wall.

finally. finally he'll meet /him. he's been working his ass off for this very moment for six fucking years. having to tolerate the looks, the comments, the laughs. 'a pretty omega like that working in the mafia? what a joke. he won't last a week. some alpha's going to chew him out so bad he'll quit crying.'

"namjoon's such an idiot. it's not my fault he and i are stuck here together. right?" seokjin intently peers down into boram's little face. her eyes are wide open, unblinking. "right?" seokjin repeats, but of course there's no answer. boram is 3 months and doesn't speak. if she's anything like her beta mother—seokjin's sister—she'll learn to speak in no time. if she's anything like her alpha father—namjoon's brother—she'll probably say her first word tomorrow morning, and it'll be something like "effervescent" or "otorhinolaryngologist".

Kim Namjoon swears that he started working at Aqua Planet simply because their mascot is a talking crab—and because he needed the money. Falling in love with their newest attraction, a merman named Jin, and rescuing said merman from the facility? That was never part of his plan.

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"good evening professor kim. on your way to see professor ten-out-of-ten again?"

seokjin scoffs as he passes three hufflepuff students on his way up the stairs. his cheeks are just the faintest shade of pink; not out of embarrassment, naturally. "what? no, of course not." "liar," sir julius pinescrew hisses from inside his portrait on the wall, "professor 'ten-out-of-ten' had us —" a curtain falls across the painting at the flick of seokjin's wand, muffling sir pinescrew's next words, "— pass a note through the whole castle, and it said —"

"hyung, come on. just a few more steps."

"i can't." seokjin can't, because he's just one little man stuck on a huge, shaking suspension bridge with no way forward or back. "it's impossible... impossible!"

standing at the end of the bridge (on safe ground), namjoon sighs. "you made it this far—" namjoon cuts himself short, probably keeping the 'without dying' to himself. he sounds beat. "you sure i shouldn't come get you?"

seokjin makes a startled, tortured noise. "don't you dare! you're heavy! what if this thing breaks?! you'll kill us both!"

saturday, starfield coex mall.

"i'll get you a ps5 for christmas if you do it."

"you and what money?" seokjin laughs, and then he catches jungkook's challenging look. "oh my god. the baby is serious. a ps5, huh?" seokjin raises a brow. "you think i won't do it? watch me." hoseok elbows him in the side. "hyung, look at the queue." he jerks his head to where a line of children is waiting to have their turn with santa. "there's a literal sign saying this is for kids only."

"well," seokjin says, taking a sip of his tea. "i can't read. hold my chai."

"Namjoon-ah, fancy seeing you here!" Seokjin walks up to Namjoon, knowing his voice is too damn loud and excited. It's a fancy house this time; a rich neighborhood. "Haven't seen your babysitter around... where is he?" It's a joke. Namjoon IS the babysitter, Seokjin's well aware. If this is Seokjin's 12th year supervising (babysitting, really) the demonic younglings as they ascend to the mortal realm once a year in order to mingle with humans at their silly little Halloween parties, then it must be Namjoon's 10th year supervising the angelic youngsters.

there's a hand in seokjin's hair. from where he's situated hovering over jungkook's crotch, lips wrapped around the head of his cock, he sends jungkook a warning glance. despite the reprimand, jungkook gives seokjin's head a push down, and seokijn rewards the action with the prompt disengagement of his mouth. he says, "hand off, now," and jungkook says no, but not in the form of words. he lets a moment pass, and then gives the top of seokjin's head another push toward his hard, curving cock. this brat. seokijn shoves jungkook's arm out of the way.

freshly turned vampire Kim "you didn't tell me I'd lose my reflection before you bit me, now how am I ever going to look at my beautiful face again" Seokjin versus vampire lord Kim "why did you volunteer to be bitten if you don't know shit about vampires" Namjoon Seokjin: "guess you'll have to tell me how stunning I look every day from now to make up for it ..."

Namjoon: "make up for what? YOUR ignorance?"

Seokjin: "for tricking me. I know you just bit me because you wanted to preserve my ✨ beauty ✨ for all eternity."

Namjoon: ... 🗿

with the introduction of Jungkook to the pack, Seokjin learns that his place as Namjoon's #1 is actually not as steady as he used to believe. Jungkook is young and openly needy for attention; needier than Seokjin ever let himself be with Namjoon or any other alpha. seeing Jungkook be so upfront and unabashed about his wants and needs around Namjoon, and how Namjoon thrives in the task of meeting those needs, Seokjin cannot help but wonder if that was what Namjoon wanted, or maybe even needed, all along.

"And who's that?"

For someone who's been at the office for half a day only, Jeon Jungkook sure has a lot of questions. Jimin follows Jungkook's little nod at the guy hurrying for the closing elevator doors, a motorcycle helmet swinging from his hand. "That's Seokjin-hyung." For good measure, and because he loves seeing every newbie's reaction to this, he casually adds, "He's probably getting picked up by the boss now."

Jungkook, who was about to take a sip from his hot chocolate, freezes. His eyes are so wide. "By the boss? You mean Namjoon-ssi?"

It's... big. And it seems to grow more the longer Seokjin looks at it. Like the red lights of the strip club, his eyes caught on the prominent bulge in Namjoon's pants. That is unmistakably his cock which Namjoon's boldly palming and squeezing there, lying hard against his thigh. Warmth spreads from Seokjin's chest up into his face, right up to the tips of his ears. His pulse and his cock throb in time with the deep base of the club's music. He can't take his eyes off the way Namjoon's fingers curl around the thick swell in his black jeans,

omega Seokjin bursts into Namjoon's apartment at 6:03 Monday morning, cute pink apron thrown over his work clothes, shoving past blearily blinking Namjoon with a huge box of precooked food. "good morning, Namjoonie. did you sleep well, Namjoonie? had a nice weekend, Namjoonie?" Namjoon knows this isn't a dream because this same scenario has happened every Monday in the last 3 years. he'd say he's used to it, but he really isn't. actually, he doesn't get it. he's in his last year of university, certainly old enough to take care of himself.

alpha Namjoon living in a rural town where the average age is 40+ and everyone keeps telling him to go find love in the city 'you're 25 you need to get married soon' but his true love is being a himbo in a rural town lol he loves helping the elderly and being outside and working on the fields and knowing everyone by name and favorite fruit and petting all the dogs/cats whenever he wants and listening to the birds and being able to see the stars at night; he'll never move to the city where there's so much pollution and everything's too loud and hectic.

as I just do every once in a while, I've been thinking about a royal mess Seokjin again. I like to imagine that he planned his public Relationship Reveal so very meticulously weeks in advance only to fuck it up royally (heh) in the end. even the family's PR agency is involved to make sure things go smoothly. it's a really big deal. the reveal is set to happen on a specific date *after* Namjoon's first public trial as a lawyer (since they don't want the press to hog and bother him with unnecessary questions at the day of the trial), and they provide 3 of

The newspaper nearly rips in half as Seokjin snatches it out of Namjoon's hands. Seokjin's face is on the front page again. He reads: "Kim Seokjin—CEO of Berry Cosmetics—to withdraw from public for another year to support pregnant mate 6 months after their first child was born." Seokjin skims over the article. 'Only six months after daughter was born... pregnant again... the 27-year-old alpha and CEO Kim Seokjin... planning another retreat to support 25-year-old omega during their pregnancy and childbirth... online conferences will be held in place..."

"single parent au with a twist" is literally what i drafted as a "summary" for an angsty namjin omegaverse/mpreg fic once upon a time. lemme tell you about it here since it's never gonna get written into a full fic anyway,, (epexct very sporadic, summary-like updates) as for the worldbuilding: alphas are basically put on a pedestal and while omegas aren't particularly shunned, they're definitely very underprivileged. jin, 25, is a single omega who works a boring supermarket job after he went through a rough time in the past.

skeleton boyfriends namjin but seokjin regularly has to assemble namjoon because the unfriendly pack of hellhounds loves to have a field day with namjoon's bones (he's too slow for them). seokjin's always digging up their neighbors garden for a pelvic bone or some other shit 😭 the zombie lady from next door when she catches seokjin carpal-deep in her backyard mud: oh boy, did they get him again?

seokjin, pulling namjoon's dirty tibia out of the ground: unfortunately but unsurprisingly they did

whenever camboy nj is online humping his little stuffed toys wearing nothing but cute knee high socks, the plushie trapped between his thick thighs and under his massive cock, newer viewers are like "you're one of the biggest omegas I've ever seen", "you're such a thick omega" the frame is showing him up to his chest only, making it impossible to not focus on the straining muscles in his thighs and arms or the tightening of his abs every time he ruts forward against the stuffed toy, milky pre-cum leaking from his slit getting its fur all sticky.

Seokʝin's fingernail clicks in an irregular, nervous pattern against the white countertop of the Humanoid Helpers shop's unmanned reception desk. A small hologram is spinning the newest S-Series model around its axis right next to where his wrist is resting on the counter, and he's still watching it go around in stupid circles when an employee finally emerges from the back of the shop. Seokʝin stands up straight as his gaze instinctively lifts to their face—just to drop quickly in response to its attractiveness.