Chapter Text
Tremendous longing filled Jungkook’s long days.
Before Namjoon left, the thought of mating with the alpha crossed Jungkook’s mind. In that way, he supposes, the omega would have something tangible to hold on to instead of this hollow emptiness inside his heart.
But, Jungkook realized that he would not be able to survive this distance had he been newly mated. Being this far from his beloved would kill him, and so, Jungkook would prefer this yearning than to be separated from his freshly bonded alpha.
‘Tis better so that I have something to look forward to the moment Namjoon comes home, Jungkook silently laments, trying to appease himself and his anguished omega. Distance only makes the heart grow fonder. It shall be worth it.
But that does not mean ‘tis easy. The only highlight left of Jungkook’s days are the kids he has chosen to busy himself with. The original dance teacher opted to ultimately resign, so Jungkook had been forced to take over their classes for the rest of the year. And while it had been beyond exhausting, Jungkook was having so much fun being able to dance to his heart’s content while never letting go of his pivotal role in the classroom of numbers.
That and Namjoon’s letters. Jungkook looks forward to those every week.
Ever so frequently, Namjoon reminds him to rest, and to drink those herbs he had sent over again last month when Jungkook’s supply fell short to ease some of the omega’s muscle pain. Jungkook is running a little low on them again. But he foolishly hopes that the next time a package of herbal supplements arrives, it is Namjoon who is delivering them at his door.
“You do know that staring at your window is not going to make the sun set faster.”
Jungkook did not have to turn around from his windowsill to recognize the voice of his alpha brother.
“Allow me to sulk in silence,” Jungkook huffs, a perpetually sad pout painted on his face ever since Namjoon left three months ago. “I just miss my alpha.”
Taehyung walks closer to his brother. “But is he your alpha already? I ought to see a mark on your neck, my darling Jungkookie.”
Although the words were said in teasing, Jungkook could not deny the clench in his heart. It has been months since he last saw his beloved, and the reminder that his not-mate is out there free for any omega, beta or even alpha for the taking is making him feel absolutely restless and irritated. Taehyung was not helping.
“Go away if you just intend to stomp on my heart.”
Realizing that he had truly offended his youngest, Taehyung steps closer to place an apologetic kiss on top of the omega’s head. “Forgive me, Jungkook-ah. ‘Twas a terrible jest, you know that Namjoon hyung is only loyal to you.”
Oh Jungkook hopes so. “I suppose I do.”
“No need to doubt him, little brother,” Taehyung rubs his shoulders soothingly, his scent of jasmine and mint rubbing on Jungkook’s skin in a comforting reminder that while his mate is away, Jungkook is never alone. “As a matter of fact, he sent a letter.”
Jungkook perks up immediately, twisting his torso to be able to face his brother. “What—that is… it is not the weekend yet.”
“I wonder too,” Taehyung hums, before presenting Jungkook the mail that arrived in their manor just this late afternoon. “But it is from him. It is even marked urgent.”
Jungkook rushes off to snatch the envelope from Taehyung’s hand, running to his bed to hurriedly tear off the edge of the parchment paper. His hand is shaking. Neither Namjoon nor Jungkook has ever sent a letter out of schedule. The alpha is always on the dot, never late but never early either. This must be consequential.
To my little one,
I have something important to tell you.
Jungkook gulps, trying not to get ahead of himself before he even finished the letter.
I do not wish to consider it good news, but I thought you must know. My father took his last breath an evening ago when I had written this letter. I feel both a mixture of elation and sadness, because as distant as we had been, the last few months we shared certainly brought us closer together than we had ever been my whole life. Although I have peacefully said my goodbyes and I have made amends with my own alpha father, my chest now aches knowing that he is no longer by my side.
Jungkook pauses briefly at that. Oh how he wished he was there by the alpha’s side. To give him comfort, to give Namjoon a shoulder to lean on in such a saddening moment of his life.
But still, a part of me is overjoyed. Because this means that I am finally coming back, Jungkookie. I am coming home to you.
Please just give me a month for the funeral and to process the documents my father left me to deal with after his death. His advisor says he had left several properties under my name and even to my siblings, I must have everything aligned before I leave for good. Perhaps another two to three weeks to travel back to England. But I am coming home, little one. I promise I will come running.
I simply ask that you extend a little bit more of your patience with me. In the meantime, please take care of yourself better. The shipment of new herbal medicine and supplements are coming soon, Jungkook-ah, use them to keep yourself healthy and strong everyday. Oh, and I bought you this new pastel palette of oil that our country recently sold in the market. I do not know if they have it in England already, but I do hope you like them. I wish to see you dance soon, I wish to see you teach the children you so fondly mention in your letters. And I promise I shall, very soon.
Time seems to stretch longer when I am away from you. I cannot wait to see you again, my soulmate. I miss you every single day, and sometimes I wonder if when we reunite, perhaps our heart shall burst into a million sparkles once more. Until I remember that when I come back, I finally get to have my mate. And that in itself is so much better than what I could ever imagine.
See you soon, my little one. Hyung is coming home.
Loving you eternally,
Namjoon.
By the end of the letter, Jungkook is in tears. A part of him feels guilty for rejoicing at an obviously terrible news, but he could not help it. He accepts that he is selfish, but if it means that his alpha is coming back, then Jungkook suppose that the world can label him greedy.
Hyung is coming home.
As Jungkook read the letter, Taehyung had opted to give his brother some privacy. Stepping a fair distance away as the omega skimmed through the faraway alpha’s words. But the moment he saw Jungkook burst into fat tears, the alpha immediately sizzled to his brother’s side. “What is the matter? Did something happen to Namjoon?”
Jungkook must look a little insane for sobbing while smiling like he had just won the lottery. He holds on to his older brother’s shoulder, clinging to Taehyung’s chest as he cries into his brother’s arms.
“Namjoon is coming home, Tae-tae hyung,” Jungkook chokes out, unbelievably happy. “Hyung’s father has died, and he—he is coming back to England. He is coming home to me.”
Taehyung originally thought that Namjoon mentioned something incredibly harrowing in his letter, and he had been ready to grab his eldest omega sibling and to cross the seas just to spear the knot of the alpha who dared to make their little brother cry. But upon realizing that he has nothing to worry about, that Jungkook is simply crying because he is beyond ecstatic, Taehyung could not help but hug him in return. “Oh heavens, may his father’s soul rest in peace. But I am certainly glad to know that Namjoon hyung is preparing to return.”
It seems like in just a few month’s time, Taehyung’s baby brother is no longer going to be a baby anymore. For when Namjoon comes home, he knows that Jungkook is going to be a mated omega. Namjoon’s omega, more specifically. Soon.
Numbers had always been Jungkook’s best friend for as long as he can remember, but ever since Namjoon confirmed that he is preparing to return, Jungkook suddenly dreaded counting the days down. It made him feel antsy, always anxious as he stared at his calendar that could not move any faster despite Jungkook’s long stares.
But, at the very least, from longing, Jungkook’s days are now filled with anticipation. Heaven knows how many times the omega has pictured reuniting with Namjoon again. Perhaps the alpha is right, their hearts shall once more light aglow, and Jungkook will faint all over again. But this time, he would not wake up for days on end if it meant that Namjoon would cradle him in his big and strong arms until the omega returned to consciousness.
However, Jungkook cannot even think of fainting right now. Not when his students needed him the most. Winter is fast approaching, and a chorale has paired with his students for a huge performance at the main plaza. Snow is drizzling all over the cement, but it is all drowned out by various parents and onlookers, beaming proudly at their children who sang and danced in front of the large crowd.
“And one, two, one, and, two, one, two, and one, two, three…” Jungkook screeches at the top of his lungs, so that his children can hear him amidst the loud voices of the choir. He stands front and center, dancing along should his students forget the steps they have meticulously practiced for weeks on end. His jaw hurts from smiling so much, from greeting every single one of the children’s parents and because, yes, the kids are far too adorable dancing a little out of sync but still so captivatingly passionate.
Three songs were what Jungkook’s class had prepared. Sixteen students elevated in a small platform stood to follow their teacher who ensured that all of them could dance along despite a few lapses in their memory. Jungkook is nervous, the parents expected a lot from him and their offsprings. But hearing them laugh and cheer and chatter proudly amongst themselves is quite rewarding, and Jungkook is absolutely glad that the event was a success.
Although he does wish that he also had his own visitor for tonight. Usually, it is Jimin or Taehyung who joins him these evenings. Cooing at Jungkook as if the omega was one of the children and not their literal teacher. But his siblings claimed that they had very important errands to run tonight, and Jungkook had only pouted at them, but he ultimately understood.
If Namjoon was here, he would have come. He would be cheering the loudest.
Alas, the songs are over. The kids come bouncing up to him, pulling on his cloak and even on the skirt underneath his coat in absolute glee for a job well done. Jungkook smiles at them, ruffling their hair proudly and consoling one child who felt that he did terrible when he made several mistakes. Besides that minor blip, Jungkook soon sends off his students to their parents, and every one of those parents thanked Jungkook for working hard for and with their children.
Truly, it was in moments like these when Jungkook felt the most rewarded.
But, just when Jungkook sent the last child away with a big wave, the omega felt another tug to his cloak from behind. He mentally counted sixteen little lassies, and he suddenly became worried if he accidentally left one over. So much for a fulfilling night.
Only for Jungkook to turn around and have a bouquet of pink, oranges, and yellow tulips shoved to his face.
“I must say, I did not know what was cuter. The children dancing altogether or their lovely little teacher counting the steps right in front, guiding those younglings with such a big and encouraging smile on his face.”
Jungkook did not even have the strength to push the flowers away from his eyesight. He stands frozen, and it is simply not because of the snow. Granted that despite his thick layers of cloaks and coats, Jungkook is still shivering from the chilly weather. But the moment he heard that voice, the omega’s spine turned ice cold.
“You always made mention of how adorable the students are, but I never thought you would fare even more charming than anyone else in that crowd, my little one.”
Thankfully, when the person holding the flowers noticed Jungkook’s lack of movement, they had taken it upon themselves to lower the bouquet that is currently obstructing Jungkook’s view.
Once the flowers have been lowered, tears instantly leak from Jungkook’s eyes as his freezing brain finally processes exactly who is standing right in front of him.
“H-Hyung?”
“I am terribly sorry I was a little late, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon grins coyly, toying with one of the smooth petals of the biggest pink tulip. “I tried to make it as fast as I could, but the place was already crowded. Rest assured, however, that I have watched everything unfold from the back. Perks of being a couple of inches taller than the rest of the crowd, I suppose.”
Jungkook chokes out a wet laugh, “More than four months apart, and you still take every opportunity to rub your height into my face.” Another steady stream of tears flowed out of his eyes. Namjoon is here. Jungkook noticed that the alpha has gotten slightly thinner, still big and toned but perhaps the weight of the past few months reduced his appetite. There is even a growing stubble on his chin, and did he perhaps grow taller? Nevertheless, he came back.
Namjoon kept his word and came home.
“Oh how will I ever keep my privilege of calling you my little one then?” Namjoon teases, lowering the bouquet to provide enough room in his embrace to open wide. “I have to remind you in some way that you will always fit right here in hyung’s arms.”
Jungkook does not waste another moment. Four months—halfway to five—had been too long, so he leapt straight into Namjoon’s tight embrace without any preamble.
This must be what finding your soulmate truly felt like.
“You have come back,” The omega cries out as he buries himself against his hyung’s shoulder. “Oh thank heavens, you are really back.”
Namjoon chuckles wetly, his own eyes starting to mist as the reality of how much he missed his beloved started to sink in. “I promised you, did I not?” He pulls the omega as close to his body as possible, not an inch to spare. “I swore to you that my whole heart is yours and that I shall come home to you no matter what it takes.”
Jungkook wanted to look up to the heavens and shout his gratitude. He wanted the whole world to rejoice with him. The omega wanted to celebrate with a huge feast now that his home is complete. But as it is, the only noise Jungkook could emit were his choked sobs that should have sounded so devastating if not for the scent of cinnamon and caramel joyfully blasting off in the cold air.
“You really came back,” Jungkook proceeds to reiterate, tone tinged with disbelief but brimming with immense joy. “Hyung, I have missed you immensely. I still cannot believe that you are finally here.”
Namjoon pulls back a little, causing the omega to whine deep in his throat. But the alpha immediately makes amends by cupping Jungkook’s face, tenderly and so, so soft.
“I have, Jungkook-ah, you best believe it. But I remembered being promised something before I left, my little one,” Namjoon whispers, every cold breath hitting Jungkook's face. The air might be cold, but Namjoon’s words caused something warm to simmer deep inside Jungkook’s belly. More so when he notices that the alpha is looking straight into his slightly chapped and frostbitten lips. Oh. His alpha has come to collect his due. “May I?”
Thankfully, Jungkook is beyond willing to make his payment. There is absolutely no inkling of hesitation in his eyes when he leans in. Not even bothering to act coy. “With pleasure.”
There was a time both soulmates thought that upon being reunited, lights shall once again manifest in the air. But, when Jungkook’s and Namjoon’s lips met for the very first time on that cold winter night, there were no glitter or vibrant bursts of colors.
Rather, there was quietude. And so much warmth stemming from the veins within their hearts pumping all the way to the tips of their fingers and toes. There was no need for loud declarations; the reticent press of their lips spoke brighter than any manifestation of light and colors. It was more powerful . So unbelievably intense that Jungkook wondered if maybe this was the true sign of fate, and not those flashy lights that night of the ball.
There was nothing but the silent act of not just finding your other half, but truly acknowledging that this person right here was the one they wish to build their home with.
The only one they intend to spend their whole life by their side.
When the light glows in your eyes instead—shining with nothing but pure adoration and love, causing every fibre in your body to burst in the seams in a joyous flash of unbidden connection. ‘Twas the most beautiful and exhilarating feeling both Jungkook and Namjoon had ever felt.
“Alright, we have to stop before I mate you here out on the streets. Give everyone another show they shall never forget.” Namjoon reluctantly pulls back, his lips flushed red, a mirror of Jungkook’s own rosy cheeks and pout. The alpha looks a little cheeky, even if the kiss they shared was purely chaste.
“Hyung, stop being so scandalous!” The omega laughs, not at all looking offended. Not when he shares the exact same sentiment.
“Stop being so… you, then. You are far too enticing for my heart, it is taking everything in me not to give in.” Namjoon groans, pressing another quick kiss to Jungkook’s tender lips.
“Who says I do not want you to?” Jungkook teasingly raises a brow at him, peppering kisses over the corner of the alpha’s lips. “You made me wait far too long already.”
Namjoon takes several breaths to regain his footing, trying so hard not to be distracted by Jungkook’s sinful ministrations. “I am sorry for that, how about I make it up to you, my little one.” At least not until Namjoon can truly have him without any onlookers. “Would you join me in my own mansion?”
Jungkook pauses in his movement. He is no longer a child. He knows that the moment he steps into Namjoon’s home, he will be giving his all to the alpha—mind, body, and soul. Although not opposed to it, Jungkook could even say that he is as eager for it, there is a thought that suddenly crossed his pure mind.
“Hyung, I would l-love to, you know I have already promised myself to you.” Jungkook says nervously, not because he is uncomfortable. But he is an omega of tradition, and this is not what custom intends. “But if I come with you, I-I do not think my parents would be too happy for me to lose my chastity before they have even granted their blessing.”
Namjoon’s lips fall into an O, and Jungkook expects him to pull back, to once again maintain his distance that shall make Jungkook sulk the whole night. But, to his utter surprise, the alpha only chuckles, smiling reassuringly at the omega.
“Oh you need not to worry about anything,” Namjoon says. “‘Twas actually why I had been a little late for tonight.”
“What?”
There is a blush growing on Namjoon’s face for being too eager that he already took the extra mile. But he is not embarrassed to admit how much he wants Jungkook, while wanting to do it right. “I already went to your house, Jungkook-ah. I asked for help from your siblings, and I sat for five long hours in your parents’ home today asking for your hand.” Namjoon explains, because he wanted this the moment he landed in England this afternoon, and he knew that as an alpha, the first thing he must do is to formally ask Jungkook’s parents for his omega’s hand in their bonding. “They ultimately said yes, but not without a very, very stern conversation. Five hours worth of talk, but I made it here just in time.”
The talk mostly consisted of everyone in their home making sure Namjoon understands how important Jungkook was to them, and how the alpha is expected to treat him. With utmost respect, honor, understanding, dedication, and love.
They did not put up much of a fight, because from the moment Jungkook met Namjoon, they all knew that Namjoon was the one Jungkook himself had chosen. And if that had not been obvious enough, all Jungkook did while Namjoon was away was to whine ferociously at his whole family of how much he cannot wait to mate with his alpha soulmate upon Namjoon’s return.
Surprised, Jungkook gasps. His eyes brim with so much elation realizing that he truly does not have to wait any longer. Namjoon was so smart, truly, he is such a thoughtful alpha. Jungkook could not ask for anyone else.
“Let me guess,” The omega chuckles, still unbelieving of how this evening turned out to be the happiest day of his life. “Three hours of that was from Jimin alone.”
Namjoon laughs loudly. “You are being too lenient,” His knuckles gently brush against the omega’s cheek. “Four and a half actually.”
Both men share another burst of giggles, before Jungkook’s eyes once agains shone like diamonds. Misting brightly now that he feels a little too emotional staring at his mate.
“Hyung, I—” He cups the alpha’s face, pulling him closer. “Are you r-really mine now?”
“I have always been, Jungkook-ah. I am yours, and will always be yours.” Namjoon says without any overture. Just plainly stating the truth. “There is no need to question that at all.”
Tears fall from the omega’s long lashes, and Namjoon gingerly wipes away every teardrop that slides down his flawless face. “Will you really be my mate?”
“If you would have me.” Namjoon responds, pressing a loving kiss to the tip of Jungkook’s nose. “Will you be mine, Jungkook-ah? Will you accept me to be yours too?”
It is quite silly how Namjoon even dared to ask. Jungkook wanted Namjoon to be his from that very first day the alpha took him for a stroll in the Vauxhall gardens.
“There is nothing more I could ever wish for,” Jungkook intertwines their fingers together. “Take me home, alpha. Please.”
Namjoon does not waste another moment.
__________
“By gods, you are absolutely breathtaking.”
Jungkook is still fully clothed in his thick dress, only his cloaks and coats are shredded off his warm body, yet the way Namjoon looked at him made him feel so seen. It is as if the alpha could see every inch of what Jungkook has saved up for his one and only.
For his mate alone.
It made Jungkook feel astoundingly beautiful. And a little shy, he supposes. “You ought to even see everything, hyung.”
“And yet I am already speechless,” Namjoon towers over him, caging Jungkook’s lithe body with his strong arms as he bends down for another kiss. Just the mere vision of the omega’s red bitten lips and mussed up hair and, “I already feel so honored seeing you here, all beautifully lying down in my bed.”
Jungkook blushes. While he has been to Namjoon’s mansion quite a few times already, he has never been to the alpha’s bedroom. That was considered inappropriate if they were not mates. And the reality that Jungkook is here because he is going to be mated to this handsome alpha… it made the omega feel quite awestruck.
“I want it to smell like me,” Jungkook’s eyes fall shut when Namjoon’s lips lower down to his neck. He has never been kissed by another like this, Jungkook had no idea it could feel this good. Or maybe it is just my Namjoon. “I w-want your bed to reek of me so you shall always remember me every night before you succumb to your slumber, and I shall also be the first one you should think o-of the moment the first sunlight falls upon your face.”
Namjoon lightly bites down on a sensitive area of Jungkook’s neck, making the omega moan unconsciously. “My, my, what a greedy omega I have here.” He teases, although the alpha’s own scent of wine and roses is thickening in the air. “But I live to make you happy, my little one, and if that is what my omega wants, then I will make sure every corner of this room—of this entire house—shall be dripping in your scent then. It shall blend seamlessly with mine so that anyone who shall come to visit would know that this place is yours as much as it is mine. That this is our home.”
Jungkook did not intend to unleash such a whorish moan, but all this talk of domesticity has a low burn simmering deep in his abdomen. The thought of finally having a home with this alpha—of finally having someone and somewhere to call his own. It is making Jungkook feel a little dizzy from how much he yearns.
“I want you, please, please, hyung,” Jungkook whimpers, especially when Namjoon’s hands begin rubbing against his sides, causing goosebumps to rise all over Jungkook’s skin. “Make me yours, Namjoon hyung. I want you, I want to be yours.”
Namjoon growls deep in his throat. “There is no need to beg, Jungkookie,” He kisses the omega again deeply, making sure Jungkook could taste how much Namjoon wanted him, too. “I will give you everything you want, my sweetheart.”
“Then I want you.” Jungkook yanks Namjoon down so that the alpha would fall on top of his body. This way, Jungkook could feel every inch of the alpha’s toned figure. “Make me yours, alpha.”
Something red flashes in Namjoon’s eyes. Primal instinct, perhaps. The need to claim my omega was so strong that had Namjoon been any other knotheaded alpha, he would have ripped Jungkook’s dress into shreds and simply taken what his alpha wanted.
But, this is Jungkook’s first time—their mating night, too. He is not going to rush anything. Namjoon wants Jungkook to remember this evening not because of the pain and desperation, but because he was happy, pleasured, and genuinely felt loved.
However, that does not mean Namjoon would be opposed to ravishing his mate.
“You are mine, omega. You are mine alone.” Namjoon hisses.
“Yours.” Jungkook responds, heart stuttering as his alpha finally claims him. “Always been yours, hyung.”
Namjoon dives down for another deep kiss, before his skin itches with the amount of clothes in between their heated bodies. He gently pulled the omega up until they were both sitting on top of his bed, and Namjoon’s fingers began fiddling with the strings of the bodice of Jungkook’s dress found on his back.
“May I?” Namjoon asks, and he waits until Jungkook nods shyly.
“Yes. Please.” The omega stammers out, willing himself not to be so shy. Not when this is Namjoon, and Namjoon has never done anything for him to feel distrustful.
But of course Namjoon could see that Jungkook was nervous. That was a given. So before he pulls on those strings, the alpha makes it clear. “Jungkook-ah, if you ever want to stop, please tell hyung immediately, will you? I would not be upset. I simply do not want to force you if you are not yet ready.”
Jungkook appreciates the sentiment, but, “Just please take it off, hyung. There is nothing more I would want than for the night to end with each of our mating bites displayed on our necks.”
Oh Namjoon definitely wanted that too. “As you wish, my little one.”
Their clothes fall off too easily. Namjoon takes his time but he does not prolong Jungkook’s agony any more. Before the omega knows it, he is in nothing more than his satin undergarments, his tight little corset making it even more difficult to breathe the more Namjoon stared at him with nothing but admiration in his lovestruck eyes. A deep and burning lust perhaps thrown in there, too.
“Have I already mentioned how beautiful you are?”
Jungkook flushes, a grin spreading on his face. “You ought to say it a few more times.”
The alpha takes that as a challenge. He spends the next few minutes not just telling Jungkook of how stunning he is, but making the omega feel it. With each kiss Namjoon presses into the smooth surface of Jungkook’s skin, no patch left untouched. More so, when Namjoon fully strips the omega off until he lays bare. Until they both are naked as the day they were born.
Even without his gowns and jewels that usually enhanced the beauty of an omega, Jungkook has never felt this beautiful in his entire life. All thanks to this very caring and attentive alpha.
He has never felt so well taken care of, especially when Namjoon’s long fingers begin to wander down his wet hole. There is already a lather of slick pooling on his rim, and Jungkook’s own cock is hard and stiff. He wants Namjoon so much, and the alpha is taking his sweet time with him. Jungkook was torn between drowning in that moment or begging the alpha for more.
Still, Namjoon is in no rush. This is Jungkook’s first time, so he stretches the omega as well as he could. Taking it slow, knowing that it could be painful. When Jungkook begins to moan a little in discomfort, Namjoon distracts him with a series of kisses against his neck, his lips finding Jungkook’s swollen pout that the omega kept on biting in between his own teeth the more Namjoon pumped his fingers in and out of his hole.
It does not take too long before two fingers turn into three, then four. The sounds Jungkook makes is enough to have the alpha’s bare cock hard against his stomach. But for now, he ignores that. His focus is on Jungkook and Jungkook’s pleasure alone. Namjoon’s hand is dripping with slick, and a flash of heat simmers in his groin as he realizes that Jungkook is this wet for him and because of him.
He takes a shameless taste. Namjoon looks the omega in the eye as he places his fingers into his mouth, moaning unashamedly at the cinnamon goodness of Jungkook’s slick. Everything about the omega was so good and sweet and beautiful, Namjoon could only suck on his fingers so desperately, all the while Jungkook watched with hooded eyes. His inner omega is pleased knowing that alpha finds him delicious.
“You taste absolutely exquisite,” Namjoon does not leave a single drop on his fingers. “Best I have ever had.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows suddenly rise, “Does that mean you have tasted other omegas before?”
Namjoon only realizes his error belatedly, but still, he does not lie. He looks at the omega with blazing cheeks, “I am going to be honest, because I have, although that was before I met you. Not that any one of them could ever compare to you, my little one. I have long forgotten about those people, no one else matters except you.”
The words soothe a little of the furrow on Jungkook’s brows. However, his scent of cinnamon and caramel spikes a little aggressively in the air. Almost competitive. Possessive. There is a fire in the omega’s eyes as he suddenly shifts his body until he is straddling Namjoon with his strong thighs, his arms wrapping around the alpha’s shoulders.
“From now on, you shall forget about any other omega or beta you have ever been with,” Jungkook warns against his mouth, beginning a slow grind against the alpha’s hard cock. “You are not allowed to taste anyone else’s slick besides mine.”
Namjoon groans low in his throat when he begins to feel Jungkook’s wetness reach his balls. “Would not want to anyways,” He appeases the beauty on his lap. “I only want you.”
“Good, because your cock is mine,” Jungkook says a little brattily, mostly demanding. Namjoon finds it incredibly arousing nonetheless. “Your mouth, your fingers, your knot—that is all mine alone, alpha. I do not share.”
“I do not like sharing either,” Namjoon hisses, his hands falling to Jungkook’s hips to guide him in his grinding. Slowly building a faster pace until all Namjoon could think of is Jungkook’s rim bumping against his cockhead. “You are only mine, omega, as much as I am all yours.”
Their lips meet in another fervid kiss. The grinding caused both of them to moan against each other’s mouth. Soon enough, Namjoon could feel Jungkook’s slick drip down to his thighs, and he realizes that if he does not do anything about this, Namjoon might go feral soon.
“Can I make love to you now, sweetheart?” Namjoon asks, since Jungkook was purposely circling his hips for Namjoon’s tip to brush against his wet and leaking hole. It was too much. “I want you so much, omega. Please, let me have you.”
“Put it in, hyung.” Jungkook shudders, the feeling of his alpha’s large cock made him quite delirious with want. “Give me your cock. I want your knot, hyungie. Give it to me.”
Something in Namjoon sparks fiercely. Perhaps it is the desire to please his omega, to make sure Jungkook gets whatever he asks for. It is inherently why Namjoon did not waste another moment before he sinks into Jungkook’s hole, inch by inch, he watches as his cock disappears into the wet and warm tightness of Jungkook’s rim.
“Oh Lord,” Namjoon shuts his eyes, head falling against the pillows as he is engulfed by such a glorious heat. His hands grip the omega’s waist tightly, bruising a certainty. “You feel so good, Jungkookie, oh goodness.”
Marvelous is perhaps the more suitable word.
“A-Alpha,” Jungkook trembles against Namjoon’s lap, finding solace in Namjoon’s strong arms that are currently guiding his hips down to his cock ever so slowly. It hurts a lot, but the satisfaction of finally having Namjoon inside him is enough to dull out the pain. Jungkook’s omega is already purring in delight. “You are so big, god.”
Namjoon grunts, doing everything he can to keep himself still as Jungkook takes his time to sink down. The alpha tries to remind himself that Jungkook is not used to this, and he must give him enough time to adjust. Thankfully, the omega does not take long. Once Namjoon is fully inside, the omega slumps against his chest to regain his breathing. But after a minute, Jungkook is looking up to Namjoon pleadingly.
“Do it, a-alpha. Give me your knot.”
That need to please Jungkook returns by a millionfold. The omega makes no move to detach from his lap so Namjoon makes the most out of their position. He starts with shallow thrusts into the omega’s hole, and Jungkook’s hand is already clenching around Namjoon’s bicep. The omega is obviously in pain, so Namjoon does not rush. He distracts Jungkook with kisses to his lips until soon enough, it is Jungkook who is bouncing on his lap, eagerly meeting his thrusts.
That is when the show truly begins.
When the pain translated into pleasure, Namjoon finally gives Jungkook exactly what he is looking for. He fucks into the omega deep and slow, enough to hit all the right places inside of him. When Jungkook began gnawing for more, more, please, alpha, more, Namjoon knew it was time to switch positions. He hoisted Jungkook up before laying him flat on his back. Namjoon opens his legs and slots his cock back inside of him. The new angle only causes the alpha’s cock to reach deeper, and the omega basically screams from the unbidden pleasure right beneath him.
Gorgeous.
“S-So big, Namjoon hyung,” There are tears leaking down Jungkook’s face, and Namjoon thinks his knot could explode just from this sight alone. “Can feel you s-so deep, oh god. You—you are gonna give m-me pups, alpha.”
Namjoon shudders from above the omega, his vision suddenly narrowing and he momentarily thought that he had knotted prematurely before Jungkook even got to come. The thought of pupping the omega—although impossible since neither of them were in heat or rut—sends Namjoon’s spirit flying into the skies, higher than Icarus himself.
“Gonna—gonna give you pups,” Namjoon grits out, a newfound vigor to his thrusts now that Jungkook has triggered something primal inside of him. “My good omega, g-gonna give alpha some pups. Gonna be so beautiful, god, y-you feel so, so good. So tight.”
“Mmm, all for you, a-alpha,” Jungkook moans at the praise. “Fill my womb up, hyung, use it. It’s all yours, w-want your seed inside of me.” Nothing more could ever please an inner omega other than the fact that alpha sees them as someone fit enough to breed over and over again. The same way it appeases Namjoon’s alpha to know that Jungkook finds him strong and mighty enough—a worthy mate—to give him fat and healthy pups.
Namjoon does not lose his pace as he bends down to capture Jungkook’s lips in another searing kiss. His mouth sinks down further until he reaches Jungkook’s nipples, imagining his teats leaking with milk for their future pups, and Namjoon could basically feel the base of his cock fattening with a knot.
“A-Alpha,” Jungkook screams, pleasure overtaking every one of his senses as Namjoon fucks into his hole harder and faster. “P-Please, it is c-coming, oh god, c-coming—don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
If Namjoon had not been feeling too delirious himself, he would have cooed at his precious omega. Jungkook looks so out of it, lost in this euphoric haze Namjoon has single handedly sent him into. The alpha then wraps a hand around Jungkook’s leaking cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts just to tip Jungkook further off of that cliff.
The omega basically thrashes beneath him.
“Alpha, g-god, please!”
“You can let go, my little one,” Namjoon says soothingly, knowing he is not far behind anyways. “You can come, and—and alpha will knot you. Go on, come for me, sweetheart.”
Jungkook may not be fully aware of what his body does, but his back arches beautifully, like a bowstring preparing to launch. Then, he comes all over Namjoon’s hand. His hole clenching so tight around the alpha with an earth-shattering moan, and before he knows it, Jungkook has reached the highest brink of his pleasure, and the mouthwatering sight of his omega coming undone for him is what ultimately tips Namjoon off the edge, too.
“Jungkook, I-I am gonna knot you.” Namjoon warns, as he feels his cock stretching the omega’s hole the widest, almost impossible to pull out. “Sweetheart, shit, m’gonna—”
Despite his haziness, Jungkook manages to pull Namjoon down flush to his chest, burying the alpha’s face against his neck, right beside his scent gland.
“Give me your knot, Joon-ah. Please give it to me. I want it, w-want you to put your pups inside me, want y-you to breed me.” He whispers encouragingly, trying to focus on the pleasure instead of the pain of having the alpha stretch him so wide. “Alpha, I love you, come on, you can knot me.”
Namjoon has one last burst of consciousness before he comes undone right inside of his omega. “I love you, Jungkookie. L-Love you, too. So much.”
After that, it had all been white.
Namjoon was so lost in the euphoria as he groaned against Jungkook’s neck, mouthing at the place where the heavily satisfied scent of cinnamon and caramel is most potent. Like this, the alpha feels like he is drowning. So completely submerged in nothing but his Jungkook, his omega, my omega, Jungkookie, my little one.
His mate.
With his knot still pulsing inside of the omega, Namjoon begins nibbling against Jungkook’s scent gland, and the omega preens as he realizes exactly what the alpha intends to do.
“Go on, Joon-ah. Mate me, make me yours.” Jungkook basically demands. The pleasure of his alpha’s knot made him feel so blissful and Jungkook knows that only the mating bite left shall truly cement this moment as the most unforgettable night of his life.
“I love you, Jungkookie,” Namjoon grumbles against his neck, frenzied but certain. A little woozy, but still so elated to know that this gorgeous omega is his other half. “Love you, my mate. My soulmate. Love you.”
The slightly incoherent babbling from the alpha makes Jungkook giggle at his cuteness, before he realizes that there are tears dripping from his own eyes, because he, too, “Love you, Joonie. Love you so much, my alpha. My handsome mate. Go on, I want this, please, hyung.”
Namjoon no longer hesitates. He places one last peck on Jungkook’s scent gland, before he sharpens his canines and Namjoon bites down on that soft flesh, causing Jungkook to cry out from the slight pain and utter pleasure from finally having this alpha belong to him.
Jungkook even comes again around the alpha’s knot, untouched.
Namjoon could feel the way the omega clenched around him as Jungkook shuddered through another orgasm purely from the mating bite alone. It caused his knot to spurt out even more cum inside of his gaping hole, his fangs sinking deeper, the bond between them finally forming ever so slowly. Namjoon does not stop biting down on Jungkook’s neck until he could feel his side of the bond has fully been established.
Once he is done, Namjoon detaches his teeth and licks all over the slightly bleeding area. He is then pulled up by the omega for another long and hard kiss, Jungkook moaning against his mouth feverishly. The omega is on fire—a man on a mission—as he tilts Namjoon’s neck to the side, searching for the alpha’s scent gland as well.
The second he finds it, Jungkook looks at Namjoon for permission, which is silly, because the scent of wine and roses turning a little desperate and wholly excited should have been enough to tell Jungkook exactly what he wanted.
But still, even as alpha, it is important to give his consent. “Go on, Jungkook-ah. Bite me. I love you.”
Jungkook presses one more ‘I love you’ to Namjoon’s lips before he extends his own canines and bites down on the alpha’s scent gland to complete their mating.
If Namjoon was not already knot deep inside Jungkook’s hole, he swore he could have popped another knot right then and there.
The pleasure was intense. Even more accentuated knowing that they are also connected in another intimately, beautiful way. He could literally feel Jungkook everywhere, the omega’s side of the bond slowly reaching what Namjoon has already established like a bridge meeting halfway. Namjoon could only sigh happily, eyes fluttering shut as he dwells in the feeling of his omega’s teeth biting down on his neck.
Of finally belonging to his Jungkook the same way Jungkook now belongs to him.
By the time the omega is done with his mating bite, Namjoon’s knot has also deflated. Yet neither man wished to disconnect in any way. As a matter of fact, when the omega was done licking against Namjoon’s scent gland, he meets Namjoon’s lips in another hectic kiss. Conveying everything Jungkook is feeling right now—the pleasure, the elation, and the love that is literally bleeding out of his chest and causing his whole body to glow brighter than those sparkles that engulfed them both that first night at the ball.
Thankfully, and obviously, Namjoon feels the exact same way, if not more.
“Hello, my little mate.” Namjoon grins when they both finally give ample space for one another to breathe. But still so close, unable to withstand the thought of being further away than two inches from their mate anytime soon.
“Just one night,” Jungkook sighs exasperatedly. “One night I beg of you not to tease me of my tall height. Just on our mating night, hyung.”
“No can do, my little mate.” Namjoon purposely emphasizes, causing Jungkook to poke his sides. “Like what I have mentioned, I have to remind you somehow that you are always going to be my little one. But now, my mate. So you are now my little mate.”
Jungkook’s heart undeniably softens, but he shall not give his mate the satisfaction just yet. “Should I also start calling you my gigantic alpha?”
“You can call me anything you want as long as it tells everyone of the fact that I am your alpha.” Namjoon says sappily, undeniably proud and smug. “Want everyone in this world to know that this pretty little omega is all mine. Mine to love, mine to take care of. My soulmate, and my home.”
Just this once, Jungkook can excuse his gigantic alpha calling him little. “Always yours, hyungie.” He pecks Namjoon’s lips one more time. And another. And once more, just because he finally can. “I am yours as you are mine. I cannot wait to start a home with you. I love you so much.”
“I love you even more,” Namjoon kisses him deeply, twirling a strand of Jungkook’s shiny ebony hair. “Thank you so much for waiting for me, Jungkook-ah. I am so glad I found you—my beautiful soulmate. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you.”
Jungkook does not find the need to respond anymore. Not when all he has to say is passed directly unto Namjoon’s awaiting lips, and all the love he has is further propagated into a few more rounds of knotting until Jungkook’s omega is basically purring from being connected with his alpha all night long.
With Namjoon, it has always been so easy. The alpha simply gets him, loves him without the need to verbalize every single detail.
Maybe that is why a love like what Namjoon has given him does not exist in story books.
A love where not every single expression could be encapsulated in words. A love where happiness, friendship, and longing could not accurately be recounted in just a few pages. In books, love always has to be perfect—so incredibly ideal—and yet what Namjoon has given Jungkook is both flawed and realistic.
Yet still so beautiful and worthy.
There was a time that Jungkook upheld every single thing he has been taught. He has always gone by the book on how an omega should be—of how he shall pass through in this race called life. There were so many standards to be sustained, so many rules to follow, with such little space to breathe. Even with his future mate, Jungkook had this ideal in mind, or he was given this ideal to believe in, to prepare himself for the person he shall mate with in due time.
Until Namjoon came along and showed him that things could be simpler. Yet still so much brighter.
Lights have literally guided Jungkook into the right home.
Jungkook will admit that he could not find an alpha like Namjoon in story books either, nor was he the kind of suitor his mother would shove right under his nose. Namjoon was different, a little peculiar but mostly exceptional, and the universe has truly made the right choice in giving him Jungkook as his soulmate.
For at the end of the day, Namjoon did not simply live up to any standard Jungkook has ever upheld.
Rather, he broke every single one of them.
FIN.