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The six boys were buzzing backstage.

The year was 2020. It was the MAMAs and this was their last concert of the year.

They were currently getting ready to perform as the ending act after a very successful night in which they had bagged every Daesang they were nominated for.

They couldn’t be any prouder of their accomplishments.

Jimin was humming the melody of their latest single while Hoseok practiced some dance moves. Jin was getting his make-up done while Namjoon and Yoongi were discussing something on the couch.

Jungkook stood by the doorway, watching it all.

He didn’t know why, but he felt drained even before performing. He was excited to perform after a fruitful night, but now he just didn’t feel okay. He let out a long sigh and buried his face into the palms of his hands.

“Guk,” Jimin approached him, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” Jungkook ran his head through his hair and shot Jimin a smile to reassure him, but Jimin wasn’t buying it.

“You sure? You look a little pale,” Jimin’s face was worried.

Jungkook didn’t want to think about what he might look like. He felt kind of off for so long now, only pretending to be okay, and for the last month or so, he grew even more restless.

“I’m fine, hyung,” Jungkook forced a smile and was relieved when the coordi-noona called for him to get him ready. He nodded at Jimin once and walked away, happy that the conversation was dropped.

Ten minutes went by and it was finally time for them to perform. They heard their name being announced to the crowd followed by wails of excitement from the audience. They boys adjusted their ear pieces and stepped onto the stage.

The adrenaline was sky high, they were all happy. They danced and sang and jumped up and down, pumping the crowd up. The show was going beautifully with the fans eating it up. Jungkook remained restless and the boys picked up on it and felt their hearts ache, knowing why.

When the first song ended and they took their positions, waiting for the second to start, they all turned to that one spot that had Jungkook’s utmost focus now. The song was ‘Fire’ and Jungkook was glaring daggers at that one particular spot that had been empty for three years now, that one spot that no one dared to fill, that one spot that no one was ever going to fill.

It belonged to Taehyung and no one was ever going to replace Taehyung.

The performance went unhitched. The boys worked their way through the show, performing all their hits. The crowd cheered, emitting the loudest screams any of the boys had ever heard.

When it was over, the boys bowed and thanked the audience before exiting the stage.

As soon as they disappeared inside and out of the view, Jungkook didn’t wait to reach the dressing room as he immediately sat down with his back against the wall. He was so exhausted and he honestly didn’t think he could manage to stand any longer.

“Jungkook,” The boys towered over him, looking worried. Seokjin kneeled beside him, checking his temperature and pulse.

Jungkook smiled a little and shook his head. “I’m okay, hyung,”

The boys didn’t buy it, if the sad smiles on their faces were of any indication.

“I’m just…,” Jungkook chuckled bitterly. “It’s been three years and I…You would say that I should be over it already. But I just can’t. I can’t. I won’t.”

Jimin was the one to kneel second next to Jungkook. “No one of us is ever going to. We all lost him, Jungkook. He was our friend as well.”

Jungkook shook his head. “You don’t understand. You wouldn’t understand.” He felt like crying but forced himself to get a grip and stand up. “Let’s just…Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”

Again the boys didn’t believe him, but they could do nothing but follow him.








Taehyung was gone.

There had been no trace of him since he vanished three years go.

Bangtan had just finished the year promotions; they were happy and excited about what the future held for them.

And then Taehyung disappeared.

On the night that was supposed to be his happiest.

It was going to be his twenty-third birthday; a day everyone was holding their breath for as it was the last and only chance Taehyung had to find out his ranking.

Normally, wolves came to their ranking at eighteen, but Taehyung was a late bloomer, and in this case he would have up to twenty three to find out; otherwise, he would be unclassified and be shunned by society for being a recluse.

Taehyung still held hope that he would turn out to be either an alpha like Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook or a beta like Jin and Jimin. However, when he disappeared on the night of the truth, the boys deduced with broken hearts that their friend was unclassified.

The police had been called immediately with them all fearing the worst, but to no avail. There was no trace of Taehyung at all. It was like the ground had opened and swallowed him whole. The case was still open even three years later, but the chances of ever finding Taehyung were decreasing the more time passed by.

The boys were devastated, Jungkook even more. They all missed Taehyung so much and had a hard time coming to terms with living without him; they didn’t even know if he was still alive, but they still held on to hope.

Big Hit attempts to get them a new member fell on deaf ears. They refused to recruit anyone. They refused to replace Taehyung. They all decided that Bangtan would continue because it was their dream but also in honor of Taehyung as he wouldn’t want them to stop spreading the joy of music into the world.

Jungkook took it the hardest because from the moment he met Taehyung, he felt an instant connection that made him want to stick to Taehyung and never let him go, and when he found out he was an alpha, the urge to protect Taehyung and claim him got stronger and stronger, but he had to wait for Taehyung to bloom fully to finally do it. Only, Taehyung had disappeared, leaving him with a broken soul. The fact that Taehyung had never said anything about reciprocating his feelings added more salt to the injury.

But he still held on to the hope.

He refused to believe that Taehyung was dead.

He was alive and he was going to come back to him one day.

And when it happened, Jungkook swore that he would never, ever let him go.








Bangtan had a fan meeting in Andong.

It was a blast as it was their first time visiting the region. When the event ended, the boys separated to explore since they had a few days off before their next commitment.

Jungkook and Jimin stuck together, shopping and having lunch. Then, they went back to the hotel to get rid of their bags before they left again but to explore the forests this time in their wolf forms.

The moment they stepped inside and were surrounded by nature, they let their instincts take over. Mid-stride, they shifted, transforming into their majestic inner selves. One second, it was feet thumping against the dirt, the next, it was all four of padded paws lightly kicking up the fallen leaves and sticks on the forest floor.

Jimin was slightly small compared to Jungkook who stood in all his black, alpha glory. Jimin’s fur was white and grey and had yellow eyes. Jungkook’s were blue and made him look even more dangerous, as if the black fur wasn’t enough.

The two delved inside the forest, feeling at peace to be connected with mother nature again, taking deep breaths and feeling mesmerized by their surroundings. They missed this kind of settings. Seoul had forests as well, but it was nothing like this.

They continued walking until they came to a clearing and sat down, savoring the magnificent view.

“Jungkook,” Jimin started after long silence.

Jungkook turned to look at him, waiting.

“You can’t go on like this, you know?”

The alpha growled, his frustration getting the better of him, even though he knew that his beta was right.

“I’m not having that conversation again,” he snapped. He continued to survey the area, his eyes scanning around. He was too stubborn to even look at this friend. This was not a topic he enjoyed, and Jimin knew it.

Jungkook felt Jimin lie a paw on his. Rarely found was a friendship like theirs, where a beta could so freely talk to an alpha with no need to show submission, but they had been friends and group members longer than Jungkook had been an alpha.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said, “You’re growing old. You can’t postpone the mate talk.”

“I lost mine already,” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

Jimin sighed. “How do you know that it was Taehyung in the first place? You never had a chance to scent him. Taehyung left before we found out what he was.”

The alpha finally turned and looked into the beta’s yellow eyes, frowning. Without saying a word, Jimin knew what the alpha was thinking. They had been friends for long years, and Jimin was one of the few that Jungkook trusted with all his secrets.

“I just knew, Jimin,” Jungkook said with conviction. “I just did. He’s the one and I’ll wait forever for him.”

“Jungkook,” the shorter male continued, leaning in closer. “I know you don’t care for any of the omegas and you have no heart to settle down now because you’re still hung on Taehyung, but time is running out. I hate to say this, but what if Taehyung doesn’t come back? If you keep delaying, you soon won’t have any choice but to settle. I would advise that you at least make some effort now to find someone you like.”

Jungkook sighed, knowing Jimin was right. He always was. But he longed to be as lucky as he and Seulgi.

“I want what you and Seulgi have,” he voiced his thoughts. “The moment you came to your ranking, you claimed her. I only picture myself doing that to Taehyung. No one feels right. No one fits me or completes me like he used to do. Whether he turns out to be my real mate or not, no one comes close to making me feel what he did.”

Jimin watched him with something akin to pity. “I wish I could help you, Guk. Your pain is my pain as well. Taehyung was my brother. I wish I could have done something to help back then.”

Jungkook shook his head. “You didn’t know. No one did.”

Jimin agreed.

“Do you think I’m being foolish?” Jungkook asked after a while.

“For what?”

“For wanting to wait. Am I a fool for not choosing an omega among the female idols and longing for an unclassified male instead?”

Jimin tilted his head thoughtfully and exhaled deeply. “Sometimes. Sometimes I do think you’re an idiot. You’re an alpha and you could have anyone, and yet you want Taehyung, who’s a male and who could never bear you pups. But other times, I feel you. That connection you keep speaking of?” Jungkook nodded at him. “I felt it since I saw Seulgi for the first time, and look how things turned out between us.”

“Yeah, you being whipped as fuck for her,” Jungkook teased.

Jimin growled. “Do you have a death wish?”

Jungkook chuckled and stood up. Jimin instantly did the same.

“Let’s race! Loser buys dinner tonight!” He said and ran off before Jimin could hear the rest.

“YOU CHEATER!” Jimin yelled and ran after him.

The two raced each other, nibbling at each other’s neck playfully, for so long. It was only halted when Jungkook smelled something and froze in his tracks.

The scent wasn’t strong, but it was too intoxicating that he felt his mouth water and his senses wake up to answer to the source. His entire being stood alert as his eyes sought to locate the smell owner only to find nothing within the vicinity.

“Jungkook?” Jimin sounded confused.

Run! His wolf ordered and Jungkook ignored his best friend and obeyed.

“JUNGKOOK, WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Jimin yelled, running after him.

Jungkook ignored him again and ran with all his might, faster and faster.

Turn right!

Jungkook listened to his wolf and quickened the pace, leaping high over fallen tree trunks, smaller bushes and boulders, his whole body so full of energy and excitement he had never felt before. Couple of times he stopped, taking in his surrounding and sniffing scents around him but soon he ran, following his instinct.

Jimin had long given up chasing him, having caught a scent of his own and decided to chase it.

Stop right there!

Jungkook jerked and stopped, breathless but so hopeful. He crossed an interesting scent deep close by. It was so familiar, it smelled like home, Jungkook wanted to wrap himself around it if that were possible. The smell pulled him incessantly towards itself and Jungkook knew he would die if he didn’t find the source.

My mate, he thought and growled, feeling his blood burn in his veins, racing through his system, scorching him as it went, like it had been turned to lava.

His vision sharpened as he looked around, trying to locate his mate, but he found nothing.

It was only after he was about to give up and run some more that he heard a soft whimper. Looking around, his eyes fell on a grey wolf who was leaning against a tree trunk, whining in pain. There was a small bloody gash on his side, not fatal, but unpleasant looking.

Jungkook felt a shiver run down his spine when the wolf finally sensed him and looked up, causing their gazes to collide.

It felt like life had ceased except for him and his mate. Nothing mattered but this one creature who could complete him for the rest of their existence. Nothing mattered but the painful longing his heart was bursting with as his eyes devoured The One.

For a moment, he dared to hope and whispered a name that haunted him for years.


The wolf’s green eyes widened and before Jungkook could blink, the wolf shifted and threw himself at him, burying his face in his neck, letting out a sob.

“Jungkook,” the man whispered.

Jungkook’s eyes welled up instantly with tears and he found himself shifting too so that he could wrap his arms around Taehyung.

“Fuck,” he hugged Taehyung tighter to his body. “It’s you.”

Taehyung continued to cry, clinging to him for dear life. “Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.”

Jungkook melted and died all at once. This was the moment had been waiting for his entire life. This was the moment he longed for since he became an alpha. His hopes and dreams encompassed no one but Taehyung, and there was the man himself in his arms after three years of absence. Suddenly the hole inside his heart began to fill up, making him whole again.

“Tae,” he whispered and inhaled Taehyung’s scent. “You’re here.”

Taehyung nodded in his shoulder, still not ready to let go yet, not that Jungkook was ready to. It was only after Jungkook touched his waist that Taehyung whelped and pulled back. Jungkook mourned the loss instantly, but then he noticed the gash on Taehyung’s body, dried blood staining his shirt.

“What happened to you?” Jungkook exclaimed in shock, feeling enraged that someone had dared to hurt his mate.

Taehyung finally looked up and their human gazes collided this time. Jungkook couldn’t help but gawk.

If twenty three Taehyung used to take Jungkook’s breath away with his beauty, this Taehyung would surely be the death of him.

Twenty six Taehyung looked beyond ethereal. He had a fey aura about him, like some woodland spirit coming to life before his eyes.

“Wow,” was all Jungkook could utter as he gaped like an idiot.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung whimpered and it was only then that Jungkook noticed.

Beauty aside, Taehyung was injured and there was sorrow in his face, expression that could only be described as anguish.

“What’s going on, Tae?” Jungkook questioned.

Taehyung clung to him again, looking frantic. “You have to help me. I must find him. Please, Jungkook. I beg you.”

Jungkook frowned. “Him?”

“We were having a picnic when we were attacked and I tried to distract the wolves but when I looked around he wasn’t there and then the wolves hurt me and I couldn’t find him.” Taehyung was hysterical, whining in pain, both physical and emotional.

Jungkook’s mind was hung on one word. “Him?”

Taehyung fell silent, his eyes shifting nervously.

“Who’s him, Taehyung?” Jungkook demanded, using the voice, knowing that now that Taehyung turned out to be his mate, there was no way he could disobey him, not that he was going to abuse his authority, but he needed to know.

Taehyung recoiled in response, his instincts causing him to shy away from the alpha’s dominant nature. Seeing that, Jungkook immediately softened.

“Tae, please, tell me!”

Taehyung whimpered again. “My son, Jungkook. I need you to help me find my son.”

Jungkook felt his heart drop to his feet. He felt as if his world had begun to collapse around him.

“Y-You have a s-son,” he stuttered with difficulty. “You…You mated already?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “N-No. I’m not bonded. It’s…It’s a long story, but please, Jungkook, I’ll tell you later. Now, I beg you. Help me find him.” He begged. “He might be crying for me and wondering where I am.”

Jungkook let out a long breath and nodded. “I’ll help you find him,” Taehyung’s face lit up. “And then we’ll talk.” Taehyung nodded vigorously. “Do you promise that you won’t run away after we find him?” Taehyung shook his head. “I need words, Taehyung.”

“I swear that I won’t run away,” Taehyung uttered seriously. “Just, please.”

Jungkook nodded in satisfaction. “How badly hurt are you?”

“I’ll survive,” Taehyung argued, his eyes pleading Jungkook to move already.

Jungkook seemed to understand. “Let’s go then!”

The two shifted instantly and began their search. Jungkook guided Taehyung through the path he came from, hoping to come across Jimin who may be of great help.

And he was.


Jungkook stopped, looking around. He and Taehyung heard a rustling sound from behind before Jimin came into the view. Jungkook heard Taehyung gasp when he saw the tiny pup that was securely dangling by the scruff of its neck from Jimin’s mouth.

Taehyung shifted on the spot, rushing forward and kneeling in front of Jimin to gently retrieve his son. Jimin shifted as well only to gape at the scene. Jungkook shook his head at him as if asking him to just watch and ask questions later. Jimin understood and both stared at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

It was a touching moment, the reunion of a parent with his child. Taehyung took the little puppy into his hands, cradling him close and sinking his fingers into the tufts of fur surrounding the little one’s plump neck. Something curled deep within Jungkook, and he felt a smile pricking up at the corner of his lips. This was a precious moment, truly. He watched Taehyung kiss the wet nose of the pup, melting at the sight.

Looking at the pup, he immediately deduced that he had to be older than a year and judging from how he looked more like a tiny ball of fluff than anything else, he was still fairly young, no more than a toddler.

Jungkook had tons of questions for Taehyung, like where did he go all these years? Who’s the mother of the pup? Did she get pregnant and left the pup after birth to Taehyung? Did Taehyung love her? And he was planning to get answers, but for now, he allowed Taehyung to reconnect with his son.








The reunion was heartbreaking and bittersweet.

The boys with no exception burst into tears when they walked into Jungkook’s hotel room and saw Taehyung sitting on the bed with the pup sleeping next to him. Even stoic Yoongi shed tears of joy before he hit Taehyung repeatedly. Taehyung chuckled through his tears and allowed his hyung to do as he wanted. Jimin was a mess, staring in disbelief at Taehyung. Seokjin thought he was dreaming. Hoseok and Namjoon kept rambling and rambling, asking endless questions.

And Jungkook,

Jungkook stood in the corner, devouring Taehyung with his eyes, taking his fill, something he missed for three years.

Taehyung looked up and caught him staring several times and the two lost themselves in each other’s eyes every time. The boys picked up on the exchange more than once and smiled knowingly.

Before they knew it and after tending to Taehyung’s injury, it was already three hours since Taehyung came back and they had yet to address the elephant in the room.

It was Yoongi who decided to do it. “Why did you disappear, Taehyung?”

Taehyung looked down in guilt.

“Please, Tae,” Jimin pleaded, taking Taehyung’s hand in his. “Tell us everything. You can trust us, you know?”

Taehyung nodded, knowing that he could. “I just feel so ashamed. I had failed you. I had caused you so much pain. I’ll understand if you don’t forgive me, but back then I had my reasons.”

“What were they?” Namjoon questioned.

Taehyung took a deep breath before he dared to reply. “I thought I was protecting you. I still do.”

“Protecting us from what, Tae?” Hoseok stepped closer towards Taehyung. “Come on, tell us!”

“You know I disappeared the night I was supposed to find out my ranking,” Taehyung started and watched the boys nod. “Well, I did and what I found out wasn’t expected at all.”

“You’re unclassified, aren’t you?” Seokjin guessed.

Jungkook didn’t think so. He could smell Taehyung clearly, but he failed to place his scent. He was neither an alpha nor a beta.

“I’m not unclassified,” Taehyung lowered his head again.

The boys looked confused.

“Then, what are you?” Yoongi asked.

Taehyung sighed. “I’m an omega.”

Everyone gasped in shock.

“W-What?” Jimin stuttered. “Are you serious?”

Taehyung nodded. “I couldn’t believe it either, but I am a male omega.”

The boys were rendered speechless.

A male omega. That was a rare creature. No one had heard of one in centuries. omegas were females, but here was Taehyung saying that he was one, being a man and all.

“So, your son…,” Jungkook drifted off, his heart in his throat.

“Yes,” Taehyung answered, guessing the question well enough. “I gave birth to him.”

Well. Jungkook hadn’t been expecting this at all. The boys either.

“So, that’s why you ran away?” Namjoon wondered.

Taehyung nodded. “I knew if the truth leaked, it would just bring shame to the group and I couldn’t do that to you. Plus, it would have put me under the spotlight; imagine being an omega and a male one at that in a group full of alphas and betas. The backlash would have been endless.”

“You could have told us,” Hoseok shot. “And we would have figured out something. Do you have any idea what we went through after you disappeared? And your parents? They were devastated. They still are.”

“I KNOW!” Taehyung shrieked and then whimpered, looking at his son to see if his reaction had awoken him. He continued when he saw he was still sleeping. “I know, hyung, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart. But I thought I was doing the right thing. I still think so that’s why I’m not going back with you and I’m not getting back to Bangtan. I’m not going to ruin the group no matter what you say.”

Jungkook shook his head. “You may not get back to Bangtan, but you’re not staying here. You’re going back with us to Seoul.”

Taehyung glared. “Says who?”

“Says me,” Jungkook glared back. “Your mate,”

The boys gasped in shock at the news. Taehyung looked away, failing to argue against Jungkook’s statement. He knew it was the truth. He was Jungkook’s mate and he would have to follow him.

“I know that,” Taehyung said sharply, even as he did his best to keep his line of sight away from Jungkook in respect. “I just don’t want to harm you.”

“You disappearing harmed us more, Tae,” Jimin admitted. “You have no idea what we went through. You were our brother, still are, so please. Just stop!” he whimpered towards the end, causing Taehyung to have tears of his own.

“I’m sorry,” he let out. “Please, forgive me. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I just thought I was-“

“Protecting us,” Seokjin continued for him and drew him in a hug. “We know, Tae, but it’s over now. You’re back and we’re never letting you go.”

Taehyung nodded and hugged him back.

“Especially when you have the most adorable pup ever,” Jimin cooed over Taehyung’s son.

“He’s indeed the cutest pup,” Namjoon praised, caressing the pup’s soft fur. “What’s his name?”

Taehyung beamed proudly. “Haneul,”

“What a beautiful name for a beautiful pup,” Hoseok praised, cooing as well.

Jungkook wanted to join but had other things on his mind. “Where is his other father?”

Taehyung immediately stiffened and Jungkook knew he had stuck a chord he should have avoided, but he couldn’t stop now; he needed to know.

“He’s not with us,” Taehyung admitted. “He was just a friend who had been around in the wrong time.”

The guys gasped in shock for the nth time.

“He raped you?” Jungkook was seeing red.

Taehyung shook his head. “No, of course not. He…,” he trailed off, not sure if Jungkook wanted to know the details of someone else touching him. “For the first two years that I had my heat, I used suppressants since I wasn’t bonded and I didn’t want anyone to bond with me since…,” his eyes sought Jungkook, looking intensely at him. “But the last one, I forgot to take them and the heat hit me unexpectedly I almost died. Jihyo happened to be around and he helped me get through it.”

Jungkook was still seeing red. “That wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t left.”

Taehyung stiffened under his outburst, knowing that Jungkook was right.

“Jungkook,” Jimin shot in warning.

Jungkook ignored him. “Where is he?”

“He left right after that one night,” Taehyung replied. “I hadn’t seen him ever since.”

“He better stay away then,” Jungkook hissed. “I’ll tear his throat out if he comes near you.”

“Jungkook,” It was Namjoon this time. “Stop it!”

Jungkook clenched his teeth but fell silent.

“What are we going to do now?” Seokjin asked once the tension dissipated a little.

“We’ll go back to Seoul tonight and figure out what we do,” Yoongi replied. “But one thing is for sure; Taehyung will go back with us and stay hidden. We can’t risk his life and that of Haneul.”

“Where am I going to stay?” Taehyung questioned.

“With me of course,” Jungkook interjected.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “With you?”

“We don’t live at the dorms anymore, Tae,” Jimin explained. “We each have our own houses.”

Taehyung nodded in understanding. “I see,”

“And since you and Jungkook are mates…,” Jimin trailed off.

Taehyung nodded again. “No, it’s okay, I understand.”

Jungkook was relieved that he didn’t put up a fight. Taehyung’s place was with him; there was no argument about it.

“It’s settled then,” Hoseok announced cheerfully.








A day had passed since the group had returned to Seoul, dropping Taehyung and Haneul to Jungkook’s house and leaving the two to resolve whatever mess they had between them.

Jungkook knew he and Taehyung needed to talk, but he decided to postpone any serious discussion to after Taehyung rested and recovered from his injury. So, he guided Taehyung and the pup to one of his guest rooms and let them be, choosing to take as much slumber as he could before he could face Taehyung.

When he woke up later that day, he felt rejuvenated. He took a minute to stretch out his arms, feeling his biceps unraveling their tension as his back cricked satisfyingly. He rose up and left his room, following the path of the corridor down.

He passed by Taehyung and Haneul’s room and peeked in through the open doorway. Taehyung was still fast asleep, lying on his side and facing the doorway. His arms were splayed out before him. His torso was bound carefully with bandages. He looked deep in a peaceful slumber, and something about the omega in that moment captured Jungkook’s heart even more. He stood there, still as stone, watching.

I love him so much, he thought to himself as his eyes ran over the man’s slender built and fey features. He’s so freaking beautiful.

Jungkook leaned against the doorway, thinking back to yesterday, when Taehyung begged him to find his son. Despite the strange and overwhelming appearance of the omega, there was also a nearly palpable human strength in him. Jungkook had seen him ashen-faced, distraught, and yet it was evident that he was doing his best to hold himself together, likely for the sake of his son.

Speaking of which…

Where the hell was Haneul?

Jungkook’s heart leaped up into his throat as he frantically scanned the room, trying to spot the little pup—was he hiding under the bed? Was he underneath the table in the corner? But the boy was nowhere to be seen.

Jungkook briefly pondered the option of waking Taehyung up, but when he realized that the omega would likely be sent down a spiral of unwanted panic, he decided against that. After all, Haneul couldn’t have wandered anywhere outside the house. Jungkook could find him and return him before Taehyung woke up.

He left Taehyung behind and hurried down the corridor, peeking into every doorway he went past to check if Haneul were in the room. He quickly reached the end of the path, where the living room was, and relief set in the instant he stepped foot into there. There was Haneul, in his human form with a onesie on, wandering around with clumsy feet.

The little boy had black hair the exact shade Taehyung had. In fact, almost every feature was identical to his father. He had the same button-nose, the same bright black eyes. But he had plump cheeks and a happily chubby belly, looking like a more cherubic version of his omega father.

The boy had yet to notice Jungkook’s arrival. Haneul was having a grand time trying to reach for the remote control on the coffee table, his chubby arms stretched out towards it.

As he watched the boy intently focusing on his prey, Jungkook felt himself break out into a smile.

He watched as Haneul clapped his hands together before reaching out again. He failed, by quite a huge margin, and he stumbled, falling down.

“Ouch,” Jungkook said aloud, briskly stepping towards him. “Are you okay?”

Finally, Haneul was made aware of the alpha’s presence. He turned his head to face the man, his big black eyes looking awash in fear. As an immediate reaction, the boy transformed into his wolf form, starting to emit high-pitched whines as he backed away into the corner.

“Don’t be afraid,” Jungkook soothed, his steps slowing down. “I’m just here to bring you back to your father.”

Haneul still kept whining, terrified of the man. A young pup shy of strangers, now this was something Jungkook had yet to deal with. A tiny little puppy had him at a disadvantage.

“It’s okay,” he tried to assure him, but when children were that deep in fear, there was little anyone could say to convince them otherwise.

Grabbing the remote control off of the table, he glanced over at Haneul, still smiling as calmly and gently as he could. The puppy had stopped whining, and he was watching the alpha with mesmerized eyes.

“Do you want to play with this, pup?” Jungkook said softly, risking another step closer to him. Haneul kept quiet, but he was getting excited, his hind legs standing up and sitting down and then standing up again, as if he was unsure of what to do. The alpha got close enough to squat down beside his furry form, holding his hands in front of the young child, granting Haneul the chance to see the device up close.

His tail started wagging. Jungkook grinned and placed the remote control on the pup’s paws.

Haneul froze, staring down at his new toy.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook said, chuckling, before he stroked the pup’s head. “You remind me of your papa. He’s just the cutest person ever.”

Haneul turned to him, rubbing it against the palm of the man’s hand.

“What is it?” Jungkook wondered.

Haneul barked. Jungkook smiled patiently. It looked like the boy wanted to play.

The alpha sat down on the floor and scratched him behind his ear. Jungkook chuckled as he saw Haneul’s pink tongue wag past his baby fangs.

The alpha lied down, his broad back pressing against the cool floor, and he pulled Haneul over. The boy was quiet as Jungkook plopped him down so that he was resting on the man’s chest. The tiny puppy was pleasantly warm, and his tail slapped against the alpha’s abs.

This is Taehyung’s son. I love him already. Jungkook felt a burst of paternal love running through him.

He looked at Haneul, catching sight of those green eyes—on Taehyung, they looked a little cold, detached and distant. But Haneul’s were bursting with curiosity and vibrancy. “You have the same colored eyes as your father in his wolf form.”

Jungkook felt the boy nuzzle and roll around on his chest as if the huge alpha were just a playground for him.

He chuckled. “You like me?”

Haneul started shifting then, to Jungkook’s surprise, warping back into his human-shell. Staring back at him was a mini version of Taehyung, but infinitely happier and sweeter.

Jungkook felt tiny fingers reaching up to play with the ends of his dark hair.

“Ouch,” he cried out when the boy gave a particularly hard tug.

“Hair,” Haneul said in the smallest of voices.

“So you do speak, huh?” Jungkook teased, wrapping his big hands around the boy’s waist and hoisting him up into the air.

Haneul started giggling as he floated over the man, his weight supported by the man’s strong arms. Eventually, he was brought back down, settling down against the alpha’s chest again.

“How old are you, pup?”

Haneul wriggled upwards so that his head reached Jungkook’s. He bent down, bringing his lips close to the man’s ear, as if he was sharing a heinous secret only to giggle instead.

“You look a year old,” Jungkook rubbed his back. “You’re a big guy now.”

Haneul giggled happily again in answer.

Jungkook smiled. “Do you know who I am?” Haneul scrunched his whole face up in deep thought. “I’m Jungkook.”

“Guk?” Haneul babbled.

“That’s right,” the alpha praised. “I’m Guk.”

“Gukkie,” Haneul babbled again.

Jungkook’s heart melted. “Yes, I’m Gukkie.”

“Gukkie,” Haneul repeated, poking at Jungkook’s cheek cutely.

Jungkook cradled Haneul’s round bottom with his forearm and asked, “Yes, baby, I’m Gukkie, and you’re Haneul.”

Haneul nodded instantly, with complete innocence, poking and prodding now at Jungkook’s coarse skin, delighted with his new friend. While Jungkook let him do whatever he wanted, he suddenly scented the approach of Taehyung. He heard the man’s footsteps pad gently against the floor. He was coming, and he was coming quickly.

“Haneul? Haneul!” was what he exclaimed when he entered the room and found Jungkook playing with his child.

He looked surprised, his eyes suddenly glinting with amazement. He stared at Jungkook, and then quickly lowered his eyes, trying to remain respectful.

“He’s with you?” Taehyung said, sounding a little incredulous.

“Sorry,” Jungkook said quickly. “I found him here playing by himself and was planning to take him back to you. He decided he would rather spend a few more minutes tugging on my hair and poking at my biceps, though.”

“He normally doesn’t play with other people,” Taehyung muttered, coming closer to collect Haneul. The boy started whining when his father tried to lift him up.

Jungkook quirked a smile as Haneul tightened his arms around the alpha’s neck. “He still wants to play.”

Looking bewildered, Taehyung took a step back. Worrying that he might have been offended that his son chose a stranger over his own father, Jungkook sat up, tucked his hands under Haneul’s armpits and lifted him up for Taehyung to take.

“Time to go back to your father,” he said to the boy, and Haneul kicked up a bit of a fuss. Taehyung took him, holding him tight.

“I…I’m really surprised that he wants to play with you,” Taehyung said, staring at his child in wonder.

“Well, children seem to surprisingly like me,” Jungkook said, shrugging and grinning at the same time.

Taehyung didn’t smile back. “He normally doesn’t like to play while in human form either,” he continued. “He prefers to stay as a pup. He feels safer that way.”

Jungkook nodded. “Oh. Maybe I’ll shift the next time I play with him.”

“Hmm…” was all Taehyung had to say in response.

Jungkook could feel the tension heightening as silence filled the gap between them, neither sure of what to say to each other.

Looking at Taehyung’s bandaged torso, Jungkook asked, “Are you feeling better?”

“Yes, I am,” he said, more perfunctorily than friendly. Then, a bit uneasily, he said: “I think I’ll take Haneul back to our room for a while.”

Jungkook wanted to argue but decided against it. “Okay.”

Haneul whined for a second, but tuckered down when Taehyung lightly tapped his bottom to reprimand him. He turned around and started to leave the room.

Jungkook stayed sitting on the floor, starting at that departing figure, and feeling oddly mesmerized by the view from behind.  Taehyung’s slender neck led down to his tanned back, broad across the shoulder and narrow around the waist. His hips flared out, a little more than the usual man, giving his lean body a special kind of curve that had Jungkook staring. His ass was round, jutting out with its fleshy swelling, and the longer Jungkook stared at it swaying from side to side, the hotter he turned, until at last Taehyung vanished entirely through the doorway.

Jungkook quickly shook his head, gathering his senses, but he knew he was into deep.

The man he loved was living under the same roof and he looked too gorgeous for words. It was only a matter of time before he exploded.


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When Taehyung found Haneul lying on top of Jungkook’s chest, laughing and sneaking his chubby fingers all around the alpha’s face and hair, he felt like his world had just gone back to its right axis.

The sight affected him like nothing before.

His son, normally stranger-shy, had never spent much time with anyone besides his omega father. Haneul had always clung to Taehyung nervously in the presence of others. And yet, the boy had been actually playing with Jungkook. The bashful boy had been giggling, laughing, and talking to someone other than Taehyung. All Haneul had was Taehyung, and as such, Taehyung had done his best for the past year and so to give him as happy a childhood as he could by himself.

Taehyung stared at his son, who begun fidgeting and fussing the moment he had been set down on the bed. He reached over to stroke the boy’s hair, combing it neatly with his fingers.

“Did you have fun with Jungkook?”

Haneul’s slight frown transformed into a grin. “Gukkie?”

Taehyung beamed. “Yes Gukkie. Did you have fun with Gukkie?”

Haneul babbled and rolled around on the bed, causing Taehyung to chuckle.

“You did,” He said. “Sorry, I took you away from him. I just…” What could he say to him? It wasn’t like he didn’t trust Jungkook with Haneul. It was just… “Daddy just wanted you all to himself to play right now.” He justified even if he knew that wasn’t the reason, at least not all of it.

The truth was that he was scared to be around Jungkook because the alpha’s presence evoked so many emotions within him: happiness, love, deep longing and fear. Happiness because Jungkook was his alpha. Love because since he understood what love meant, it was all about Jungkook. Deep longing because for the last three years, there hadn’t been a second that Taehyung hadn’t longed for Jungkook, knowing deep within his heart that the two were mates. And fear because Taehyung was scared that Jungkook would never forgive him for running away and would never accept Haneul and he couldn’t hear it from him.

Taehyung still believed that he could ruin the group if they found about him, but unlike before, he wasn’t planning to leave. He belonged with Jungkook now and he wouldn’t go anywhere unless Jungkook told him to.

The omega dispelled the dark thought by leaning over and tickling his boy, making him erupt into a fountain of laughter. Writhing and convulsing, Haneul accidentally half-shifted, his wolf-ears popping out of his black hair. Taehyung grinned, starting to tickle him harder, and Haneul’s high-pitched cries and laughter filled the room.








The moment the staff at the label saw Taehyung walking back, they had him wrapped in warm hugs. They were fast to embrace him back, so Taehyung dropped every now and then, leaving Haneul with his mother, to watch the boys record their new album or during dance practice.

His reappearance was discussed with PD-nim and the boss agreed to allow Taehyung back into their lives but not into the group. Not that Taehyung was hoping to. He was just happy to be around his brothers and Jungkook.

The next few weeks passed in a slow burning bliss, days where when Jungkook and the boys weren’t busy, then they would visit to check on Taehyung and shower Haneul with love and gifts.

For the most part, Taehyung and Haneul still stayed in the house, and Jungkook supported them both emotionally and financially, stuffing the house with whatever needed, making light conversation with Taehyung, and playing with his son. He would play simple games with Haneul, letting the boy crawl all over him, piggybacking him so that he could stretch out his tiny fingers and touch the ceiling, tickling him and teaching him simple things, like how to count and how to spell names.  Taehyung would watch them play with rapt attention.

“He’d love it outside,” Jungkook had said one day, talking to Taehyung as they watched Haneul run around in circles in the room in his wolf form. The boy was full of pent-up energy, and spending the bulk of his days indoors was doing him no good.

“He would,” Taehyung agreed softly, but he bit his bottom lip, looking anxious at the thought.

Given the fact that Taehyung had spent years hiding in Andong, Jungkook could understand Taehyung’s reservations regarding allowing his son to mingle or venture outside. There was a deep-seated fear in the man that he could trust nobody.

He doesn’t entirely trust me either, Jungkook could guess. The alpha was sharp enough to detect the sideway glances Taehyung gave him, the brief pauses of hesitance and reluctance whenever Jungkook asked him a question or gave a suggestion, the slight shying away whenever they accidentally brushed up against each other.

It didn’t offend Jungkook, though. He needs time and space, Jungkook had told himself early on, and there was no point trying to push Taehyung to do otherwise. Despite Taehyung’s occasional frigid, stoic exterior, there was someone still fragile and hurt underneath. So, spending a few hours every day with Taehyung and Haneul was Jungkook’s way of slowly chipping away the ice barricading the omega’s heart.

He wanted to earn Taehyung’s trust and love, and he wanted to spend more time with him and his adorable little boy, and he wanted to catch Taehyung in the rare moments when he smiled.

Away from the humdrum of dealing with the problems of the next comeback, talking with Taehyung and playing with Haneul always felt like a welcomed relief, it felt like coming home.








“Wait here for me!” Jungkook said and rushed away, leaving the group behind, standing in the middle of the mall.

They were out shopping when something caught Jungkook’s attention. Jimin decided to join him. When he spotted the shop Jungkook had walked in, his heart warmed. He found the maknae looking through a rack full of stuffed toys.

“What are you looking for?” he questioned when he stood next to Jungkook.

“I thought of buying Haneul a new toy,” Jungkook replied. “He grew bored of the ones he has.”

“You’ve always been thoughtful and kind,” Jimin praised. “And with Haneul being Taehyung’s, it’s even more.”

Jungkook just smiled and went through the rack to find the perfect toy. Jimin decided to help him and proved to be more useful than Jungkook.

“A-ha,” Jimin exclaimed, pulling out something. “Here you go!” He handed Jungkook the elephant he found.

“You’re the best,” Jungkook received gratefully and gave it a test squeeze. “It looks so cute. I’m sure he’ll love it. He doesn’t have an animal one.”

Jimin shook his head in amazement. “You’re so whipped for him and Taehyung,”

Jungkook flushed, a rare sight, but didn’t deny it. He chose to go pay for the toy instead. Jimin waited for him outside before the two made their way back to join the others. It was only when they were inside the van that Jimin decided to ask Jungkook something.

“How are things between you and Taehyung?”

Jungkook pursed his lips tightly. “They’re okay,”

“But not better,” Jimin continued for him.

Jungkook nodded. “It’s been weeks already and we hadn’t discussed the fact that we are mates and we’ll need to bond.”

Jimin remained silent for a while. And then, tentatively, he uttered, “What about you come clean about how you had always been in love with him and wished him to turn out to be your mate?”

Jungkook frowned. “Would that help?”

Jimin rolled his eyes. “Really, Jungkook? It’s the problem. The fact that you hadn’t told Taehyung how you feel.”

“Why doesn’t he tell me how he feels then?” Jungkook argued.

“He has been through a lot, Jungkook,” Jimin defended. “And he has a son. I’m sure he’s going through hell thinking that you would never love him or accept him when he came back to you with a son in tow.”

“I love Haneul as if he were mine,” Jungkook shot, looking angry at the idea Jimin shared.

“Did you tell Taehyung?” Jimin shot back, knowing the answer already. “Does he know that you feel that way?” Jungkook remained silent, causing Jimin to smirk. “See?”

Jungkook nodded because he knew Jimin had just hit the nail on the head.

“Tell him, Jungkook,” Jimin urged him. “He loves you too, you know?”

Jungkook just nodded again, praying that Jimin was right and wasn’t just planting false seeds of hope within his mind and soul.









“He loves it,” Taehyung said, his pink lips tweaking up delightedly as he watched Haneul squeeze the grey elephant with both hands. He looked up at the alpha, eyes lowered slightly in deference. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

There was something in his smile that made Jungkook’s heart stop for a second. And in that one second, he wondered as Jimin’s words came flooding into his head. But in that single second, time froze, and as he stared into those eyes of Taehyung, making note of how vibrant his lips looked.

“You’re welcome,” he said, clearing his throat and forcing time to unfreeze. “I thought Haneul would like a new toy to play with.”

“It’s his favorite now,” Taehyung said, laughing as Haneul suddenly nibbled on the elephant’s trunk. The pup popped it out of his mouth immediately, having that curiosity sated. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“Gukkie,” the pup said to the alpha, beaming at the man, looking straight into his eyes before he wobbled over to Jungkook’s side and rested his head on the alpha’s muscled, sturdy lap, hugging the elephant to his chest.

“Hey, pup.” Jungkook stroked his hair. “You know what this animal is called?”

Haneul just stared, his hair flying all around Jungkook’s thigh.

“It’s called an elephant.” Jungkook did his best to get the pronunciation correct.

“Elipant,” Haneul tried, causing both Taehyung and Jungkook to chuckle.

“Yes, baby, Elephant, but you can call him Elipant,” Jungkook said and plucked up the elephant and started miming a tremendous fight with it, complete with him struggling and triumphing over the elephant with Haneul giggling in the delight at the scene.

Jungkook briefly glimpsed over and to his delight, found Taehyung watching his show with great bemusement, an adorable smile quirking over the omega’s lips. He must have looked like quite the sight: a muscular, scruffy alpha engaged in a battle with a children’s toy that was only eight inches tall.

“Elipant. Elipant. Elipant.” Haneul clapped in happiness.

Jungkook chuckled and ruffled his hair. Something about the pup’s innocence warmed his heart and made him smile madly.

“He plays so well with you,” Taehyung murmured beside him.

Jungkook pursed his lips, wondering if he ought to say what was on his mind. He went for it, “I love him so much. I love to play with him.”

The tranquility on Taehyung’s face faded. “I noticed…”

“And?” Jungkook prompted.

Taehyung sighed and looked away.

“Taehyung, look at me!”

Taehyung obeyed but because he wanted to not because Jungkook had ordered it.

“Are you scared?”

“Yes,” Taehyung admitted.

“Of what?” Jungkook questioned and dared to touch Taehyung’s chin to tilt his head. The touch made them both shiver in delight at the contact. Taehyung closed his eyes, his cheek nuzzling Jungkook’s palm, causing butterflies to erupt inside Jungkook’s stomach at the sight. “Taehyung,” he whispered hoarsely.

Taehyung opened his eyes and looked at him. “Hmmm,”

Jungkook gulped and moved his other hand to clasp Taehyung’s face. “Taehyung,” he whispered, feeling his heart trying to jump out of his ribcage.

“I’m scared that you won’t forgive me for running away and that you will never accept me and Haneul,” Taehyung confessed exactly what Jimin told Jungkook.

Jungkook shook his head, drawing Taehyung closer. Haneul had long given up on watching them, lying on his back on the bed to focus on his Elipant toy.

“How could you think for a second that I could hate you?” Jungkook wrapped his arms around Taehyung, pulling him in a hug. “You had always been the one for me even before I found out my ranking or you did yours. Something inside me just told me you were the one.”

Taehyung melted into his arms. “I wanted to come back more than once. I had hopes that you would accept me the way I am, but I stopped myself every time. I was really scared to ruin the group. But even away, I held on to our memories, Jungkook.”

“You’re mine, Taehyung,” Jungkook whispered, his heart swelling.

Taehyung nodded in his shoulder. “Knowing that we have a chance at happiness is more than I’ve ever wished for.”

Jungkook pulled back from the hug to stare at him, not sure how much more he could withstand, not with the deep love and longing that was running rampant through him. Apparently, Taehyung was wondering the same for he speedily grabbed Jungkook’s arm and wrapped it around his waist, forcing Jungkook closer and pulling into a warm embrace once again.

Jungkook stopped breathing properly and he knew it as he laid his head on Taehyung’s shoulder. The combination of two hands stroking his back and the stirring of arousal inside his jeans, he knew that temptation was about to win over.

He leaned back to look at Taehyung, to gauge him. His eyes were burning, he wanted Taehyung, but he was holding back. His hands steadily climbed from Taehyung’s back, over his neck, and into his hair.

Taehyung featured his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, framing Jungkook’s face as he tilted it up to meet his. He studied it closely but didn’t lean any closer.

“My Jungkook,” Taehyung’s breath whispered along Jungkook’s skin as he extended a thumb and ran it across Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook knew that if his heart throbbed any faster, it would shatter into a thousand pieces. He knew what he had to say, if he could articulate it. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but his thoughts were incoherent and distracted at best.

“I know,” Taehyung finally said breathlessly. His smile was sinful and sexy as it was insinuative.

Before Jungkook could ponder more over Taehyung’s expression, Taehyung’s lips descended on his with a force that would have caused Jungkook to jerk backwards if Taehyung hadn’t been holding him so tightly. Jungkook opened his mouth and admitted him at once. Their tongues engaged in an exhilarating dance and Jungkook pushed himself against Taehyung as close as he could get, their bodies touching from thigh to chest with no room for any space. He didn’t want anything else between them.

Breaking away, Taehyung kissed a trail from Jungkook’s jaw line to his ear and captured a smooth lobe, sucking it gently. Jungkook whimpered and gripped Taehyung at his waist with as much strength as he could muster as Taehyung’s delicious lips moved to kiss and suck at his neck. Jungkook gathered as much of Taehyung’s trousers in his fist as he could as he squeezed. The sensations were overwhelming but suddenly they stopped.

“Never leave me!” Jungkook pleaded as both were breathing heavily.

“Never,” Taehyung promised.

“You and Haneul are my family now,” Jungkook confessed honestly.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Family?” He breathed out.

“Yes, Tae,” Jungkook repeated seriously.

“But Haneul isn’t…,” Taehyung trailed off, looking away in shame.

“Not my son?” Jungkook finished for him. “Maybe not by blood, but I’m willing to raise him as my own. Family isn’t all about blood, Taehyung.”

Jungkook watched as Taehyung suddenly squinted his eyes close and wiped away hastily at a falling tear. He was about to comfort him, to tell him he didn’t need to cry, when he heard his answer.

“It was my worst fear besides you not forgiving me,” Taehyung whispered, looking up at Jungkook with watery eyes. “I was scared that you wouldn’t accept him.”

“I accept him, both of you,” Jungkook stated.

Taehyung’s face lit up. “And I’m never leaving you ever again.”

Jungkook burst out in a bright grin. He leaned over and pressed his lips against the omega’s gently. Taehyung hesitated for a second, out of surprise, but then he eased into it and kissed back.

Jungkook wrapped his hands around Taehyung’s slender waist, bringing the smaller man closer to his body, continuing their kiss. His tongue lashed out hotly, invading the omega’s mouth. He felt his temperature rising as he tightened his grip on his partner.

Taehyung moaned into his lips, but quickly got control of himself, pulling back just a bit and ending their kiss. “Haneul,” he said, looking down at his now sleeping son, Elipant discarded on the side.

“Oh, of course,” said Jungkook, laughing in embarrassment. “I got a bit carried away, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I did, too,” Taehyung admitted. They exchanged bashful smiles at each other.

“I’d like if we took it slow, Jungkook,” Taehyung asked.

“I understand,” Jungkook said, rubbing the small of Taehyung’s back in light circles. “You take all the time you need. I’m just happy that you’re staying, Taehyung.”

“I’m happy, too.” The omega suddenly giggled and he scrunched his nose cutely, as if embarrassed by himself.

“Let’s call it a night then,” said Jungkook. He leaned in and pecked Taehyung’s lips.

As he was pulling away, Taehyung pecked back. “Okay.”

The alpha leaned over to kiss the sleeping pup goodnight, and right before he left the two of them alone, he turned back to say, “Sleep well, Tae,”

Taehyung smiled brightly. “Goodnight, Gukkie,”

Jungkook went back to his bedroom feeling a million heartbeats happier, with a million plans for the new dawn to come.








Taking things slow and living as a new family weren’t hard as they sounded. Nothing changed per se except that Taehyung and Haneul began sleeping in Jungkook’s bedroom. Nothing happened between the new couple except a few kisses here and there, but it was a step forward to a future together.

Haneul was warming up to Jungkook more and more with each day that he had started to cry whenever Jungkook traveled abroad and took days to come back. Taehyung started to venture out more to take Haneul’s mind off of things and to introduce him to Seoul. His parents would drop by every now and then to check on him, but most of them it was just him and Haneul and Jungkook when he wasn’t busy.

The police case was closed, but the fans picked up on his return and discussed it over forums. Big Hit decided to take their time issuing a statement over the matter. In other words, they needed to come up with the most plausible lie to cover up for Taehyung being an omega and that he was the one who birthed Haneul. Society would chew him alive if the news leaked, so lying was the alternative.

Taehyung didn’t care. As long as he had Jungkook and Haneul by his side, Big Hit could lie all they wanted.








Jungkook leaned against the doorway to the bathroom, watching through the slight haze of fog from the warmth of the shower as his mate stood naked, rocking gently from side to side, his son cuddled against his chest.  He was singing softly to him and Haneul’s cries slowly turned to quiet shudders, then to calm.

Taehyung was oblivious that Jungkook was back from practice early, only having eyes for Haneul, which gave Jungkook time to stare and bask in the warm feelings curling in his chest.

'My family,' was what he thought with a sense of pride and unconditional love.  He never knew he could have this, that he could feel this range of emotion, that he could love Haneul this much and that his love for Taehyung could multiply like it had over the past months.

Jungkook stepped away from the doorway and Taehyung caught the movement.

"Give him to me," Jungkook said, rolling up his sleeves and reaching into the water for the kid.  He leaned over to kiss Taehyung hello, then dropped a kiss on Haneul’s head. "Hey, baby." He whispered in Haneul’s ear.

"He threw up all over my chest and his.  I thought it would be easier just to rinse us both off in here," Taehyung explained, reaching for the soap as he watched Jungkook swaddle the still peacefully sleeping Haneul in a towel. “I think he ate something that upset his stomach.”

Jungkook made a mental note to give it a day before taking Haneul to the doctor if it got worse. For now, he cradled the pup in his arms while watching the water run down his mate's back, and wondered what he did right in his life to get so lucky.








Jungkook’s lips traveled along Taehyung’s collarbone, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. He felt Taehyung writhing under him, pushing his hips up trying to get closer, trying to create friction.

“I thought we agreed to go slow tonight,” Jungkook breathed, his voice deep with want.

“You’re fucking killing me,” Taehyung panted as Jungkook took a nipple into his mouth, his fingers traveling tantalizingly up Taehyung’s thigh.

It felt as if they hadn’t touched in months, years. It had probably only been two weeks since the last time, but between Haneul’s erratic sleep patterns and Jungkook’s hectic schedule, they had barely had any alone time at all. But for the next three days, Jungkook was on break, and he was going to make up for everything he had missed out on. With both Taehyung and Haneul. Starting right now.

“God, yes,” Taehyung murmured as Jungkook’s lips blazed a path to his hipbone, laving at the strip of skin where his hips connected to his legs. And God, this was intoxicating, having Taehyung under him like this, responsive to every touch. Jungkook licked a stripe up his dick and Taehyung groaned appreciatively before they were interrupted.

“Christ,” Jungkook exclaimed sitting up, Haneul’s cries resonating within the room.

“What timing,” Taehyung muttered under his breath while Jungkook scrambled out of bed, slipping his boxers.

“I’ll get him,” Jungkook told him, leaving a hard bruising kiss on his lips and willing his hard on down.

He walked towards Haneul’s crib and saw him sitting up already, tears streaming down his face.

“Hey, baby,” he picked him up and cradled him against his chest.

Haneul quieted down instantly, but his lips kept quivering.

“I’m here, baby, don’t be scared,” he kissed Haneul’s forehead and started singing him a lullaby. His eyes sought Taehyung, who was still lying on the bed, and found him watching them with tears in his eyes. Jungkook sent him a wink and continued soothing Haneul until the kid went limp in his arms. “I’ll always be here for you, baby. Gukkie is here.”








“He’ll be okay, right?” Taehyung asked when the door of their house closed behind his parents.

“Of course,” Jungkook pulled him into his arms. “They’re just taking him to the park for a few hours.”

“I hate it,” Taehyung’s shoulders slumped and sat down on the couch.

Jungkook joined him instantly, wrapping him in his arms again. “What is it, Tae?”

“I hate it when he’s away from me,” Taehyung whispered. “I feel restless as if I’m a missing a piece of me.”

Jungkook’s heart went out to him. “Nothing will happen to him. Your parents adore him, Tae. They’ll spoil him rotten.”

Taehyung pouted, resting his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I can’t help it, you know?”

“I know, baby,” Jungkook pulled back to cup Taehyung’s face, giving him a heated look. “But hey, I love Haneul with all my heart, but I think we need to take advantage of having the house to ourselves for a few hours.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

If he was trying to take Taehyung’s mind off of Haneul’s absence, it seemed that it worked as Taehyung cackled and stood up, pulling Jungkook up with him.

“Again we won’t go all the way, but I’d like to fool around with you a little,” Jungkook leaned forward to kiss Taehyung’s neck.

“I’d like that as well,” Taehyung’s hands reached to grab Jungkook’s ass.

“I’m going to make you moan the loudest,” Jungkook promised, nipping at the skin of Taehyung’s neck and lifting his shirt up. “Then, we’ll sleep all day long till they come back later tonight with Haneul.”

“I love it when you talk sexy.” Taehyung grinned, dragging him towards the bedroom.


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“How did you survive for all those years?” Jungkook wondered one night after they had dinner and they moved to the living room to watch something. Haneul was lying on both their laps; his head and chest on Jungkook’s and legs on Taehyung’s, immersed in the animation that was being played.

“I had savings, so I didn’t need to work a day,” Taehyung replied. “It was nice, just doing nothing. It was a welcomed change. Not that I went overboard. I had to keep a low profile and stay inside the house most of the time.”

“Why did you pick Andong?” Jungkook leaned into him.

“It’s calm and the scenery is breathtaking; nothing like Seoul,” Taehyung leaned back. “I knew I could start over without being disturbed since there aren’t many sasaengs there as in Seoul. If fans recognized me at one point, they kept it to themselves.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding and the two continued to watch the animation in silence. When it finished, Haneul shifted and jumped to start running around. Jungkook chuckled and shifted to join him in a game of chase. Taehyung watched the exchange with a tender look on his face.

Haneul ferociously pawned at the alpha with all his strength, doing his best to subdue the bigger wolf while Jungkook brushed the pup with his paw and nudged him with his head, playing along and trying to defend himself.

At last when the boy tired himself out, Jungkook laid down on his belly as Haneul chewed on his right ear until he fell asleep. Jungkook waited till he was sure that the pup was sound asleep to shift again. Taehyung was on them instantly, taking Haneul in his arms towards his crib besides their bed. Haneul unconsciously shifted and Taehyung covered him and kissed his temple, whispering his good night in the pup’s ear. Jungkook did the same before the two walked towards their bed.

They removed all their clothes and slipped under the covers, looking at each other for a long moment, drifting into silence as their bodies automatically leaned into each other. It was strange to feel content just studying each other’s faces, but Jungkook thought he could probably do it happily for hours, maybe days, maybe forever.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Taehyung,” Jungkook confessed.

Taehyung’s face lit up as he beamed. “I’ll take it as a compliment,”

“It is,” Jungkook moved his hand to caress Taehyung’s cheek. “You take my breath away. I don’t know how long I can wait before I explode.”

“Why wait then?” Taehyung smirked.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Y-You mean it?”

Taehyung bit down on his lip shyly as he nodded.

“Okay then,” Jungkook said lowly when he realized that Taehyung’s consent made his cock swell hard, that his scent must be broadcasting his burst of arousal.

Taehyung glanced at him, his eyes shadowy; he knew exactly where Jungkook’s mind was at. He was probably even feeding off Jungkook’s desire, picking up on the flare of longing that licked through Taehyung’s limbs. The more Jungkook looked at him, the more it grew. His own cock bobbed stiffly between his legs as he shrugged off the covers and leaned closer. Jungkook’s body tensed, but leaned closer too. He met Jungkook’s gaze, smirky expression flitted over his face. “Do you want to go all the way tonight?”

“I do. I want to fuck your brains out,” Jungkook answered, glancing at Taehyung’s cock. It was already thickening, flushing full and hard, and it twitched under Jungkook’s gaze.

There was something teasing about the way Taehyung started grinding against Jungkook’s thigh, clearing inviting Jungkook to take his best shot.

As soon as he got a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, they were tumbling down in a flurry of elbows and muscle, wrestling across the covers and the mattress. Taehyung found himself laughing when Jungkook tackled him down, the fat length of Jungkook’s cock grinding warmly against his hip. Adrenaline smashed headlong into his arousal, leaving his whole body buzzing and alert, his senses all attuned to Jungkook. He lifted his hips, rutting against Jungkook’s cock and using the momentary distraction to flip them over.

Jungkook chuckled against his ear, low and rough. “You’re sneaky.”

Taehyung panted lightly, rubbing at the dip between Jungkook’s collarbone. “That I am.”

The noise Jungkook made then was sharp – a throaty growl that had Taehyung’s cock throbbing as he suddenly found himself on his back again. Jungkook flashed his teeth in a grin, eyes glittering dangerously, and his point was all too clear: Taehyung's submission didn't extend any further than the act of sex and Jungkook loved it, loved that his mate wasn’t the frail kind. He was respectful of his alpha status, but he also could bite his head off if necessary.

He could smell Taehyung's arousal spike in the air around him now. Taehyung was getting turned on from the smell of Jungkook's cock.

"I want to fuck you so hard," Jungkook said lowly, reaching down to rub the soft bristles of Taehyung's hair. His cock throbbed under the damp gusts of Taehyung's, losing another dribble of precome.

Taehyung gave a rough, feral little moan and moved to nip at the inside of Jungkook's neck. It wasn't a gesture of aggression, Jungkook could tell; it was a helpless acknowledgment of how intense he felt and how badly he wanted exactly that.

"God, you're so—" Jungkook didn't have a word for how Taehyung looked laying there under him. He wasn't just hot, or sexy, or any other word. He was Jungkook's mate, and he was wild and powerful and practically in heat over Jungkook's cock. “-so fucking breathtaking.”

Taehyung's mouth curled up on one side, his eyes suddenly seeming to focus on Jungkook. "And I’m yours,” he said, voice gritty and rough.

Jungkook growled and covered the omega’s mouth with a kiss of fiery passion, tongue sneaking in and licking teasingly at Taehyung’s.

Taehyung moaned into his kiss, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck, surrendering all he could give, feeling his body reacting in the neediest, most desperate way possible. His cock grew harder, thickening and lengthening against Jungkook’s thigh, and an itch swelled inside his ass as his hole started to turn slippery with omega slick. He felt the most frenzied need to be filled, to have that itch inside of him scratched and decimated by that massive alpha cock Jungkook was now wielding.

Their tongues lashed at each other wildly as Jungkook’s hand snuck downwards, yanking at the omega’s erection briefly, and then sneaking downwards to his wet hole. Taehyung moaned, louder than he meant to, the instant Jungkook’s rough fingers met with his slicked entrance. He felt Jungkook tentatively rub at his pucker, and his belly fluttered in excitement.

“Taehyung,” he heard Jungkook say softly, “Are you sure?”

“Y-Yes,” Taehyung hissed, his brain already starting to become consumed with pleasure. “Please.” He hissed again when he felt the alpha’s fingers starting to work on his hole. First, a single finger pressed in, easing into his wet hole. While working that in and out, another finger joined, stretching Taehyung out further. His hole was pouring out slick generously. He was so aroused now he was practically shaking with excitement. He knew the pheromones he was releasing then was starting to drive Jungkook crazy as well; the call of an aroused omega was impossible for any man to ignore, much less an alpha and his mate at that.

While Jungkook got him hot and ready, Taehyung reached down and grabbed his alpha’s cock by the base, feeling the tremendous girth his fingers were wrapped around. He shivered, knowing that erection would soon be inside him. He tugged along the length at a slow, teasing pace, working the foreskin over the fat, swollen head. His thumb swiped over the leaking slit at the top, smearing precum all over.

Jungkook seized in reaction and moaned. Taehyung could detect a sudden shift in the alpha’s scent, changing from the usual musky aura to one that overflowed with lust. The man was giving into his primal side, his inner beast, one that wanted badly to rut with his mate. The alpha yanked Taehyung’s legs up, spreading them to bend over his shoulders, and he buried his head in-between the omega’s thighs.

Taehyung cried out in shock as he felt Jungkook run his hot tongue over his wet hole, dragging over the puckered entrance, tormenting the omega with ecstasy. When it plunged into him, the omega writhed around on the bed, nearly falling over the edge, unable to handle the incredible sensations.

It went on for long, blissful minutes, Taehyung gasping and pleading with Jungkook to never stop, tugging on the alpha’s hair, yearning for more and more while trying to keep his voice down so as not to wake Haneul up. His alpha was somehow both pleasuring him and tormenting him. He was growing wetter and wetter, and that itch inside of him was turning almost painful, demanding something bigger, something more satisfying. And yet Taehyung couldn’t quite drag himself to ask Jungkook to stop eating him out and start fucking him—he was enjoying himself too much to do anything but whimper Jungkook’s name over and over again.

The alpha made his dilemma easier for him however. After ravaging that wet hole with his tongue for long moments, Jungkook pulled away, lips and chin wet with omega slick, and gave a masculine growl, letting Taehyung know that it was time for him to be mounted.

His omega instincts kicked in, and he whimpered, keeping his legs spread wide open and ready for his alpha.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jungkook mumbled again with ragged breaths, trying to stay in control even as his inner beast screamed for dominance.

Taehyung swooned, reaching out his hands to cradle the alpha by his ears. Jungkook gave a brief smile, and then with one hand guiding his cock, he plunged into Taehyung, filling him up halfway immediately.

“Oh,” Taehyung cried out, his eyes bulging wide as he felt stretched even more than he ever had been in his life. But the itch inside of him numbed, suddenly silenced by the invasion of the massive cock, and he exhaled slowly, doing his best to keep himself together while pleasure tore through his walls.

“Okay?” he heard Jungkook ask quickly, an undertone of concern lacing his words.

“Okay,” Taehyung assured, feeling incredibly emotional over how hard the alpha was trying to be gentle with him, to keep his inner beast under control. He appreciated just how much Jungkook cared for him, cared for his comfort and his pleasure.

“You can fuck me as hard you want, Jungkook,” he whispered lustily, still holding the alpha’s head with his two hands. “I want you to fuck me as hard and as fast as you can.”

Those words set off another transformation in Jungkook, his scent shifting entirely, arousal shooting through the roof. The alpha plunged in all the way, every inch sinking deep into the wet tunnel and disappearing up till the base.

Taehyung groaned, throwing his head back as his prostate was struck. He felt as though every nerve inside his ass was on fire, a slow-burning flame that sought to consume him whole and leave him a quivering mess. The alpha started thrusting into him, slow at first, both needing time to get used to the sensations of each other, but then harder, faster, rougher, wilder. The bed supporting Taehyung’s weight rattled as Jungkook’s hips slammed into the omega, sending sounds of skin slapping skin into the cool night.

Taehyung was a medley of hot, wet slick and screaming silently, burning ecstasy, and he moaned and whimpered throughout their love-making. He felt so good, and he wanted Jungkook to feel as good. He tightened his ass whenever Jungkook pulled out, increasing the tension, constantly earning hearty groans from his alpha as a result. He whimpered and caressed the alpha’s head, and as if that were a silent cue between them, Jungkook bobbed his head down until their lips touched.

Over and over again, never stopping, Jungkook pumped into him while planting kisses all over his face. It was unlike any sex he had ever had before, where the line between a hard fucking and love-making had been blurred into an edgeless smear, until all Taehyung could truly think about was how much he loved the man in front of him.

“Jungkook,” he gasped in between their kisses, “I’m going to come, I’m going to come.”

“Come for me,” Jungkook panted back, one hand grabbing the back of Taehyung’s head to hold in place so that he could kiss the omega better. His hips maintained their perfect pace, never once faltering in speed or strength. “Come for me, Taehyung, I want to see you come.” He nibbled on Taehyung’s bottom lip, and his other free hand caressed the omega’s thigh.

Taehyung came, his body seizing and jerking violently, his toes curling, and his cries echoing loudly throughout the room. He shut his eyes and held Jungkook close to him as he shuddered, as hot white cum shot out of his erection, landing messily on both their torsos. An explosion of wetness dripped from his hole, even as the muscles there clenched tightly, convulsing wildly on the girth of Jungkook’s alpha cock. That sensation turned out to be too much for the man, and with a heavy grunt, Jungkook felt his knot grow, stretching Taehyung wider and then he unloaded into the omega, filling him endlessly. They rocked against each other, both lost in their mutual pleasures, bodies uncontrollable for those brief, but heavenly, moments.

When they came back down to earth, they were still tangled in each other’s arms, their bodies wet with sweat, slick, and semen. Feeling Jungkook’s knot inside of him, Taehyung gave a tired laugh, unable to believe what had just happened. He lifted his head an inch and brought his lips messily to kiss Jungkook’s chin. The alpha corrected his angle, tilting his head until their lips met. They swapped an exhausted kiss before Jungkook went down south to lick at the junction of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder.

“Soon,” the alpha muttered.

On the night of the full moon, Jungkook would bite there and claim him, officially bonding them together as mates for life.

Soon, Taehyung echoed, humming in quiet happiness.

Ten minutes later, Jungkook finally slipped out of the omega’s stretched opening, and Taehyung felt Jungkook’s cum slip out of him. But he was too tired to care about that. The moment he fell back into the comforts of the blankets, he curled up into Jungkook’s side, his hand on the man’s abs, and immediately dozed off to sleep.








Taehyung was re-introduced into the public life along with Haneul with Big Hit lying about his ranking and presenting him as a Beta who lost his mate and the mother of Haneul at childbirth and now the duo lived with Jungkook. The fans sympathized with him and praised the maknae for his support. Some even petitioned to have Taehyung back in Bangtan. However, Taehyung tweeted for the first time in three years, announcing that he had no intention to be an idol anymore as he wanted to focus on raising his son.

The matter was buried soon afterwards.

Taehyung’s life with Jungkook then became domesticated, almost too domesticated. Jungkook left every day to the label to fulfill his duties while Taehyung tended to the house and Haneul. He joked sometimes that he was acting like a housewife, but deep inside he knew he didn’t mind. It was who he was, it was in his nature to look after his family and tend to their needs and Haneul and Jungkook were his family.









The following weekends had the family going to different places for fun whenever Jungkook had a break.

First, it was the zoo, under heavy disguise.

It was Haneul’s first time and the pup lost his cool when he saw real animals and not what he saw on TV. As the couple expected, Haneul’s favorite was the elephants. His eyes widened and he jumped up and down in excitement in Jungkook’s arms when they stood in front of the live version of his Elipant toy.

Second was the amusement park where they went on all rides. They left the Ferris wheel to the last as the three sat in the chair. Taehyung was the one who screamed to get down and Jungkook wouldn’t let him forget it when they went back home. He teased him relentlessly until Taehyung feigned a pout and marched off to bed. Jungkook slept on the couch that night and swore to never, ever tease Taehyung again.

However, out of all the places they went to, chilling at Jimin’s house was their favorite because he and Seulgi were the nicest hosts ever, but also because their house contained a pool and Haneul had the time of his life swimming in both human and wolf forms with Jungkook. Taehyung sometimes joined them, but most of the time he lounged on one of the chairs and watched with heart eyes the loves of his life as they bonded.

Today, he left Haneul with Jungkook and Seulgi and went out with Jimin to shop for grocery. They were planning a barbecue party with the rest of Bangtan joining them later and they needed tons of ingredients.

It was as the duo was standing at the checkout that Jimin got a call from Seulgi. Taehyung felt his blood ran cold at the words he heard Jimin repeat after Seulgi.

Haneul. Pool. Ambulance. Hospital.

He hurried out, giving up on the grocery, with Jimin following behind. He was a wreck when Jimin filled him in that there was an accident and Haneul was taken to the hospital.

They dashed up to the reception desk and Taehyung almost reached out and throttled the nurse when she calmly told him to wait in line. When he growled at her and demanded to see Haneul immediately, she jumped and looked like she was about to call security but she must have seen the desperation in his eyes because she called for another nurse who escorted him to the intensive care ward.

There Taehyung saw Jungkook.

He was sitting on a long bench with Seulgi and he was twisting his hands in his lap, tears streaming down his face.

Taehyung dashed over to him. “Jungkook. What happened? Where is he? Is he…”

He could not say the word.

Jungkook hopped up and turned red, puffy eyes toward him. “Taehyung. God, Taehyung. I’m so sorry. So sorry.”

That stopped Taehyung in his tracks. It was as if a stake hammered right into his heart. The words were a confirmation of his worst fear.

Haneul was gone.

The words sucked his strength, the very life out of him. He collapsed onto the bench and stared at Jungkook in shock. His Haneul, his sweet little Haneul, was dead.

He dropped his face in his hands and the tears seeped through his fingers. Jungkook came to him then. He felt when he sat on the bench beside him and then his arms were around him, hugging, comforting him like he had done many times before.

“We have to pray,” Jungkook whispered. “Pray for Haneul, Tae. Just pray.”

Pray? What was the use of praying? Praying wouldn’t bring him back so he could hold him in his arms again, so he could feel that bundle of energy, his little baby, so full of life. Jungkook could pray all he wanted, but he just wanted Haneul.

“We have to be strong for him, Tae. Help him pull through.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. What was he saying? Haneul was…alive?

He lifted his head and stared into Jungkook’s eyes, willing him to say the words.

“Haneul?” he said.

“They’re working on him right now,” Jungkook said.

Taehyung’s shoulders sagged with relief. Thank God. The gigantic rock that had landed squarely in the middle of his chest began to crumble, leaving pebbles of fear behind.

“What did they say? Will he be all right?”

Jungkook shook his head and his eyes were full of sadness. “I don’t know.” Taehyung looked at him and then away. Had he been given hope just to have it crushed? No, God would not be so cruel. He clung to that thought, that hope, and only then was he able to breathe freely.

Taehyung took Jungkook’s hand in his. His palm was damp. He could only imagine what he must have gone through, dealing with all of this without him. He stroked the back of his hand, trying to give him some small comfort. They sat like that in silence as Seulgi and Jimin gave them privacy.

Finally he asked, “Guk, what happened?” He knew it would be traumatic for Jungkook to relive the experience but he had to know.

Jungkook’s hands gripped his tightly and then he pulled it away. He drew in a trembling breath.

“Seulgi was taking a shower and Haneul and I…we were playing in the garden with his toys.” He drew a deep breath then let it out in a heavy sigh. “Then I decided to fix a quick snack for him, so I left him to play and went to the kitchen.” He fell silent and Taehyung could imagine he must be blaming himself for that one slot of time when he had let Haneul out of his sight.

Taehyung frowned. “But how did Haneul get over the fence around the pool?”

Jimin had the fence installed the moment he noticed Haneul grow fond of his garden and pool and loved to spend hours playing around in them.

Jungkook sucked in his breath. “That’s what I don’t understand. I locked it myself when we arrived this morning and we didn’t go anywhere near it. Haneul is too short to get anywhere near that latch, so….” He shook his head, his eyes distressed, his face dark with confusion. “I know I locked that gate. I’m sure of it. I did, Taehyung, I did. I wouldn’t have left Haneul alone if I hadn’t.” He covered his face with his hands and began to cry.

Taehyung put his arm around his shoulder. “I know, Jungkook, I know.”

It took several minutes for Jungkook to calm down and then they sat together in silence, the moments ticking by. The boys arrived, filling in the hallway with their worried chatter, but the couple couldn’t tell them much. So, everyone waited with held breaths.

Each time the door leading to the operating room opened everyone turned as one but each time it was just a nurse going about their various duties.

Finally, after an exhausting two hours a doctor dressed in scrubs stepped through the door. “Jungkook-ssi,” he said as he approached them, “and.…”

“Taehyung,” Taehyung said, rising to his feet with the boys doing the same. “I’m Haneul’s father,”

The doctor nodded.  “As you know, we’ve been working on Haneul for some time. He ingested quite a bit of water but the good thing is,” he turned to Jungkook, “you got him out quickly and started CPR right away. If it hadn’t been for that, we wouldn’t have been able to save him. The paramedics would have come too late. Your quick action saved his life.”

Taehyung held his breath. “So he’s going to be all right?”

The doctor smiled. “Your little boy is a real fighter. We’ll have to keep him for at least a week for observation but it looks like he’s out of the woods.”

The boys cheered and catcalled, hugging each other in relief. Taehyung could have kissed him, his relief was so great. Haneul was going to be all right.

He turned and grabbed Jungkook and hugged him tight, expressing all his relief and gladness in that embrace. Then he released him and stretched out his hand. “Thank you, Doctor,” he said and shook the hand of the man who had saved his son’s life.

“Can we see him?” Namjoon asked.

“Yes, but one at the time.” He nodded to Taehyung. “You go first, Taehyung-ssi.”

Taehyung looked at Jungkook whose face flushed with relief. “Go to him.” Jungkook urged him with a weak smile.

When Taehyung disappeared through the doors Jungkook sat back down and stared at the floor. Thank God Haneul was going to be all right. He didn’t know what he would have done if he hadn’t pulled through.

Why had he left him alone? He had returned quickly with food and found Haneul gone. He looked around the garden, thinking the pup had wandered out there but there was no Haneul. Then he ran back to the pool and that was when he saw the open gate.

He dashed through and there was Haneul floating face down the water.

He screamed then dove into the water and dragged him out. He immediately started with the life-saving techniques, stopping long enough to call the ambulance and then he kept working on him until the paramedics took over.

All that had taken mere minutes but to Jungkook it seemed like a lifetime.

He got up, too agitated to sit still any longer, and began to pace the floor. Then he came to a standstill and leaned his forehead on the cold concrete wall. His shoulders shook but there were no tears.

He felt Jimin pull him into a tight hug and that was when he let himself go. He sobbed hard because he believed it was his fault. He would never forgive himself for hurting Haneul this way.

But never again.

He had to stay away.

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Haneul came home six days later. Taehyung spent almost the entire day with him, playing with the toys on their bed and singing to him.

Jungkook could see that he was trying to make it up to Haneul for the trauma of the past week, even to the point of overdoing it. It was only when his eyelids drooped that he decided to leave him alone.

Now that Haneul was home Jungkook decided it was time to lock himself in one of the guest rooms. He couldn’t be around Taehyung.

Taehyung was none too pleased to see him lying in bed in another room. “Why are you sleeping here?”

“It’s for the best,” Jungkook mumbled into his pillow.

Taehyung knew this would happen. The signs were there during the week. He could tell Jungkook was feeling guilty over what happened if him avoiding Taehyung as much as possible was of any indication “Best for you maybe. It’s certainly not best for me and Haneul.”

“Especially for Haneul,” Jungkook cried and sat up to look at him. “Look what happened to him under my care. I’d never be able to forgive myself if things had been…worse.”

“Jungkook,” Taehyung sat down on the edge of the bed, his face a study in exasperation, “it wasn’t your fault. It could have happened under anybody’s watch.”

“But it happened under mine,” Jungkook hissed. “Don’t you understand what that means for me? I’m your alpha. I’m supposed to protect you with my life, but I almost got Haneul killed.” The guilt swept through him and he felt like his heart would crack right open.

“Jungkook, will you stop it?” Taehyung’s voice was harsh. “What happened was an accident. It could have happened to any one of us to forget to lock the gate. I know it wasn’t deliberate.”

Jungkook sucked in his breath, his eyes wide with shock. “You don’t believe me. You do think it was my fault.”

“I’m not saying that.” Taehyung was glaring at him now. “Any one of us - you, me, Seulgi, Jimin - could have left the gate open. I’m not trying to cast blame. I’m just saying even if it had been you I would not condemn you for what happened. You saved Haneul’s life after all.”

Now he was changing his story. In Jungkook’s mind Taehyung did blame him. This discussion was only confirming that he had made the right decision. He needed to stay away…and soon.

“Taehyung,” he said quietly, “I’ve made up my mind. I know you don’t trust me with Haneul anymore, so it’ll be better if I stay away for a while.”

Taehyung scowled. “Didn’t you hear a word of what I just said? When did I ever say that I don’t trust you with him? And how will ‘you staying away’ solve anything?”

“It’s my final word,” Jungkook said, keeping his face blank even though he felt hollow inside.

Taehyung’s face darkened. “So, the discussion is over, right? I have no say in it. You’re going to leave me and Haneul and I need to watch and keep quiet, right?”

Jungkook wanted more than anything to pull him in his arms and tell him that he was wrong, but having Taehyung hate him was the punishment he needed. Having to stay away from his other half was the ultimate.

Taehyung scoffed bitterly. “I can’t believe you, Jungkook,” he shook his head. “You promised. You promised that you’ll never leave me, but during the first test, you failed me.”

The words stung Jungkook like no other. “I need to stay away because it’s the punishment I deserve. I can’t look into your eyes or Haneul’s and not remember that I almost killed him.”

“You’ll be punishing us too,” Taehyung cried out, tears falling out of his eyes already. “How about that? Do you think I’ll be able to live without you? I die a hundred times when you go to work. How am I going to survive when you leave me behind on purpose?”

Jungkook’s heart broke into thousands pieces, but he held his resolve, looking away from Taehyung so as not crumble.

Taehyung’s face fell. “Fuck you, Jungkook,” And with that he walked out of the room, leaving Jungkook to deal with the start of his punishment plan.









Drowning in work didn’t help.

Going to the gym didn’t help.

Sleeping all day long didn’t help.

Walking aimlessly around the city didn’t help.

Wherever Jungkook went, there was Taehyung and Haneul at the back of his mind, driving him insane with longing.

He missed them so fucking much and forcing himself to stay away from them was the most painful decision he had ever made. If living without Taehyung during those three years of disappearance was hard, this was torture.

He felt Taehyung around him, in his heart, in his arms, in the breath he took, and he missed Haneul more than anything and his hands itched to hold him again.

During his walks, he stopped every time at this toy store and bought him something, but he stayed away from the house, spending his days at Namjoon’s, and the pile of new toys grew.

It had been two weeks now; two weeks of pain and tears and guilt and deep longing.

Jungkook felt like he was dying and it was he who had brought it all upon himself.

“You’re an idiot,” Namjoon told him for the nth time, watching him drown his misery in the glass of whiskey he was holding. “Go home!”

“If you didn’t want me around, you could-“ Jungkook hissed when Namjoon flicked his forehead hard. “OUCH!”

“Fucking moron,” Namjoon spat. “Go home to your mate. I’m sure he’s going through hell missing you. Is that what you want? To hurt him? Was that your plan from the beginning?”

The mere thought that Namjoon thought that low of him pissed him off. “You know that’s not true.”

Namjoon huffed. “I can’t believe you. You claim to be punishing yourself, but  Taehyung is suffering as well. Jimin told me that he doesn’t eat or sleep. Even Haneul is suffering. He cries for you. Fuck you, man.”

The glass slipped out of Jungkook’s hand as he let out a heartbreaking sob. Namjoon’s heart went out to him and he cursed before he moved to hold the alpha in his arms. “Stop being an idiot and go back to your family.”

Jungkook hugged him back, crying his heart out, but Namjoon sensed that he had finally got through Jungkook’s thick head.








Taehyung’s eyes widened when he opened the door of the house to a pile of toys. It took him a moment to spot Jungkook’s face under all the stuffed animals.

“C-Can you help me?” Jungkook peeked through the toys, speaking hesitantly.

Taehyung’s face was stoic as he nodded and grabbed half of the toys before he walked towards their bedroom, leaving Jungkook behind.

“Fuck,” Jungkook pushed the door closed with his foot and followed him.

The moment he stepped into the room, his heart burst into thousands flames when he saw Haneul playing with Elipant on the bed.

“GUKKIE!” The pup exclaimed happily, standing up and making grabby hands for Jungkook.

This latter let out sob as he threw the toys he was carrying in his arms to the floor and rushed to pick up the baby. “Hey,”

“Gukkie,” Haneul sighed and wrapped his tiny arms around Jungkook’s neck to hug him.

Jungkook melted into him, hugging him tighter and crying his heart out. How could he stay away from his beautiful pup? How could he? “I missed you. I missed you so much, baby. I missed you.” He repeated through his tears.

Taehyung’s face remained stoic, but glancing up, Jungkook could see his eyes getting misty.

At that moment, he realized that he was the biggest asshole to ever walk on earth. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in Haneul’s ear, but his words were meant for Taehyung as well. “I love you. I’ll never leave you again. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, baby. So sorry.” He continued to hug Haneul, whispering his apologies in his ear until the pup went limp into his arms. Even then Jungkook kept holding him, moving to the bed to sit down and lull Haneul to sleep while crying.

When Haneul dozed off and his tears stopped, he picked Haneul and placed him in his crib before he covered him and finally turned to look at Taehyung.

This latter was still standing in the same spot, expression as cold as ever. Jungkook felt his mouth dry. Hell, he didn’t even know what to say. Start by apologizing maybe?

“How could you?” It was Taehyung who started, his voice void of any emotions, something Jungkook never heard before, and it was all his fucking fault. “How could you, asshole? Two weeks. Two fucking weeks.” He did his best holding himself back from shouting so as not to wake Haneul up, but he couldn’t. The emotions he bottled for two weeks were trying to break free, so he walked out of the room. Jungkook felt hollow as he followed him, another stream of tears slipping down his cheeks.

“Two fucking weeks,” Taehyung turned to glare at him. “You left us on our own for two weeks, asshole. How could you? How fucking could you?”

Jungkook whimpered, looking down at his feet in shame. He thought he was only punishing himself, but the sorrow that engulfed Taehyung’s voice told him otherwise. He knew he deserved whatever Taehyung was planning to do with him.

“Why are you back now? Done wallowing in guilt?” Taehyung cried, making Jungkook’s head snap up to look into his hurt and angry eyes. “I have been through a lot, but when we got together, I strongly believed that it would be the end of it. How stupid of me.” He said dejectedly, lowering his head and wrapping his arms around himself tightly.

“But I’m back now,” Jungkook argued feebly.

Taehyung shook his head.

“Tae, please…I’m sorry,” Jungkook uttered softly, in a defeated voice. “I feel…”

“I trusted you,” Taehyung interrupted him, turning away from him, his arms still holding himself tightly. “We promised each other to never let go. I trusted you to never do it, but you failed me.” Tears fell down Taehyung’s cheeks.

Jungkook watched his shoulders shake as he tried to hold himself together, seeing him now, seeing him cry because of him broke his heart.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook’s heart throbbed with the pain he caused his mate. Taehyung trembled, hearing his deep voice full of despair. Jungkook’s body shook as he stepped towards Taehyung and his hands came up to clasp his head.

Taehyung was torn between love and indecision. He didn’t want to forgive Jungkook easily, but he loved him so much. The anguish in his heart stole his breath away.

The feel of Jungkook’s arms going about him made him snap his eyes open and gasp lightly.

“No,” he cried and struggled against Jungkook, tears flowing faster.

“I love you, baby,” Jungkook cried along with him. “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me,” he repeated like a mantra, voice thick with emotion as he shut his eyes tightly feeling Taehyung’s silky hair on his face and inhaling his sweet scent. He could hear him cry softly against his chest and his heart ached, to hold him in his arms again was so bittersweet.

“I hate you,” Taehyung let out, hardly a whisper.

Jungkook stiffened as he heard it, his arms falling to his side. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as Taehyung’s words replayed in his mind.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Taehyung picked up on his change of demeanor and looked at him.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

“J-Jungkook,” Taehyung called him.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Jungkook turned and walked away, heading to the door. He needed to get away.

“J-Jungkook, where are you going?”

Jungkook ignored him, dazed from the pain that his mate hated him. He had failed him once again.

Taehyung finally realized what he had said. “No,” he cried as he rushed after him. “W-Wait,” his tears choked his voice, making him stumble.

Jungkook slipped through the door before he could stop him, so he fell to the floor, shocked.

“Fuck, what did I do?”








To tell your mate that you hated him, even as a joke, was inexcusable.

Taehyung had just made a huge mistake because he couldn’t bite his tongue.

He cried himself to sleep, thinking of Jungkook and what he was going through, trying to imagine what he was going through.

No pain could compare to the pain of a wolf hated by their mate. It would feel like someone piercing a knife into their hearts repeatedly. Add to it the fact that the brain would be playing those words Taehyung uttered over and over again, and you would get the most pitiful state no one could bear. Some wolves would go crazy and some would end up killing themselves to stop the sufferance.

Jungkook locked himself in his room the moment he went back to Namjoon’s house.

Clasping his head in his hands to stop the voice proved to be futile. Taehyung’s words haunted him, his wolf mewled in pain inside of him. He was heartbroken, he was rejected, and he was hated by The One.

He wanted to die.








“Let me see him,” Taehyung pleaded as tried to get into the room only to be stopped by Jimin. “Let me in, Jimin,”

“You need to calm down first, Tae,” Jimin asked.

“I can’t,” Taehyung felt himself shake. “I need to see him. Is he okay?”

“We convinced him to come to practice with difficulty,” Jimin clasped the knob of the door tightly in his hand. “He locked himself in Namjoon’s room for days, not eating and not sleeping. He looked like a corpse. But he’s doing good now.”

“I tried to see him, but Namjoon didn’t let me,” Taehyung’s voice broke.

“Because you told Jungkook that you hated him,” Jimin deadpanned.

Taehyung’s shoulders slumped. “I didn’t mean to. I swear that I didn’t.”

Jimin pursed his lips tightly. “Then, go inside and tell him.”

“What if he doesn’t want to listen to me?” Taehyung sounded broken. Hell, he even looked broken, as if he hadn’t slept in months. It was a miracle he could still stand up to look after his son.

“He loves you too much to push you away,” Jimin smiled softly. “He thinks you hate him.”

“He hurt me, so I thought of doing it back, but I didn’t mean it,” Taehyung whimpered.

Jimin drew him into brief hug, kissing his temple, before he opened the door of the practice room and pushed him inside.

Taehyung wiped at his tears, looking around for Jungkook. He found him sitting in the corner, watching Seokjin and Yoongi dance. But he wasn’t alone.

One member of the staff was sitting next to him, talking animatedly. Taehyung noted with satisfaction that Jungkook didn’t pay her any mind, too focused on his friends dancing. It was when the girl placed her hand on Jungkook’s arm that he blinked and looked at her. Taehyung bit hard on his lip while waiting for his reaction, hating how Jungkook hadn’t picked up on his scent yet. Jungkook was quick to brush her arm off, but the girl had yet to give up.

When she leaned into Jungkook, her boobs almost in his face, Taehyung growled and approached them before she could blink.

“Fuck off!” He hissed when he hovered over them.

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he stood up. “Tae,”

Taehyung ignored him, his eyes glaring daggers at the girl who trembled as she stood up as well.

“Taehyung-ssi,” she whispered fearfully. “I didn’t see-“

“Fuck. Off!” Taehyung repeated, having lost his cool already.

The girl gulped and rushed away. Taehyung waited till he saw her walk out of the room to look back at Jungkook. He found staring at him intently.

“We need to talk,” Taehyung started.

“Why?” Jungkook’s tone was cold.

Taehyung felt his heart drop to his knees. Did he fuck things up for good? Was Jungkook done with him for real now? He was scared shitless at the notion, but he would be damned to give up without a fight.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” He muttered calmly unlike how he was feeling inside.

“I have practice,” Jungkook shot, crossing his arms on his chest.

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. “Quit playing, Jungkook. I’m serious. We need to talk.”

Jungkook sighed and nodded before he followed him. The boys watched them leave, not daring to say anything, knowing that the two would finally work it out.

The journey back home was marked with silence. None of them dared to utter a word until they stepped inside the house.

“Where is Haneul?” Jungkook wondered when he walked into their bedroom and found the pup nowhere to be seen.

“He’s with my parents,” Taehyung answered as he stood next to him.

Jungkook nodded and looked at him. “So,”

Taehyung’s heart throbbed fast inside of his ribcage. “I missed you. That’s so.”

Jungkook’s face fell. “I didn’t think you would. You told me you hated me after all.” He grunted when Taehyung threw himself in his arms.

“Idiot,” Taehyung buried his face in Jungkook’s neck. “I’m sorry for what I said. I don’t hate you. I didn’t mean it. I could never hate you. Please, don’t leave me! Please, I love you!” he cried, holding him tightly.

Jungkook froze as he held him, daring to hope, to believe, to dream.

When Taehyung started to cry in his arms, he pushed Taehyung towards the bed and silenced him with his hard mouth. Taehyung’s eyes flew open at feeling Jungkook’s hot, demanding lips on his and when he gasped in surprise, Jungkook took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his warm mouth, caressing his tongue with his.

Jungkook closed his eyes and moaned loudly as Taehyung’s lips clung to his, his tongue dueling with Taehyung’s.

“Forgive me,” he pleaded, whispering the words onto Taehyung’s lips.

“Already did,” Taehyung kissed him again. “You forgive me as well. I don’t hate you, Jungkook. I could never.”

“I forgive you. I love you,” Jungkook breathed out. “I love you so much, Tae.”

“Love you more,” Taehyung said back. “Please, never leave me. We can fight. We can shout. We can even leave the house to calm down, but I beg you, never leave me behind.”

“I swear,” Jungkook promised. “I’ll never ever leave you again. I’d rather die.”

“I love you,” Taehyung smiled at last.

“I love you, too,” Jungkook kissed him gently. “Can I touch you, Tae?” He asked, moving his hips and his erection against Taehyung’s hip. “I missed you so much. It had been so long since I scented you.”

Taehyung moaned. “Please, baby. I need it.” He tugged the sheets loose, messing up his good work, while Jungkook worked on removing his clothes before he latched his mouth to Taehyung’s neck, removing his along. They swayed together in the cool of the night, Jungkook’s tongue making goose bumps where the air passed over Taehyung’s wet skin.

“More,” Taehyung said.

Jungkook jumped first, tumbling backward until he was settled on the far side, leaving room for Taehyung.

“Eager?” Taehyung kneeled on the other side of the bed. Jungkook had one hand around his own cock, and the other reached out for Taehyung.

“I hadn’t touched you in weeks,” Jungkook muttered.

“And whose fault is that?” Taehyung glared at him. “We even missed the full moon for bonding because of you. And I hadn’t come in weeks as well.” He hissed as he straddled Jungkook’s hips.

Jungkook had the decency to flush and look away. “You must have a terrible boyfriend,”

Taehyung disagreed. “I have the best mate, but he’s stubborn as fuck. It must be the alpha in him.” He then lay out on the bed next to him, adjusting the pillows and getting comfortable on his back before pulling Jungkook between his legs. He lifted his hips and let Jungkook tear his underwear off at last, and Jungkook wasted no time tossing them off the bed. “Slow down,” Taehyung said, spreading his hands over Jungkook’s ass when he saw Jungkook rutting against his cock. He held him tight, and Jungkook stopped all together. “So eager for me, huh?”

“Always,” Jungkook pushed himself up, arms on either side of Taehyung. A lost look crossed his face, but with a touch to his cheek, his focus was back on Taehyung. “Beautiful,”

“You’re going to love me good, baby?” Taehyung wondered.


“You’re going to finger me open?”


“What else, baby?”

Jungkook shimmied down to the end of the bed, his face perfectly positioned to suck cock.

“Look at you,” Taehyung said. He couldn’t reach Jungkook from where he was propped up against the headboard. Taehyung grabbed hold of the bed behind him, and he dragged his foot up Jungkook’s side, digging his heel into Jungkook’s back to let Jungkook know what he wanted. “Are you going to suck me good?”

“When do I never?” Jungkook kissed along the side of Taehyung’s cock and down to where Taehyung’s balls were drawing up tight. He pushed at Taehyung’s legs, and, with his thumbs stroking the soft inner thigh, Jungkook spread Taehyung open. The air around them was cool, but at the core, it felt hot and still, like the moment before a storm.

“Give me your fingers, too,” Taehyung pleaded but didn’t have to wait long. Jungkook really was eager after two weeks apart. He engulfed Taehyung’s cock with his mouth and slid a finger deep inside Taehyung’s slick ass.

“You make me feel so good, Guk-ah,” Taehyung breathed, not asking for more but giving Jungkook something to work with.

“Always, babe.” Jungkook pushed his second finger inside.

Taehyung pressed his head back into the pillow as Jungkook continued sucking him while a third finger joined the others. He worked Taehyung carefully, gently, waiting for Taehyung to let out the breath he was holding in before he added a fourth finger. Then Jungkook stretched Taehyung open with a deliberate rhythm. His fingers went in, curled up, twisted out, and on every suck, Jungkook splayed his fingers, forcing Taehyung to stretch. Each movement inside Taehyung’s body pushed another little sound out of his mouth. He didn’t muffle them in the pillow. He let Jungkook hear every grunt and huff and gasp for breath.

Every sound was another way Jungkook was making him feel good. Taehyung filled the room with the sounds of their pleasure, swirling around each other and making a symphony of sex. Jungkook abandoned his cock now and was whispering into the curves of Taehyung’s body.

“Baby,” he kept saying. Taehyung liked to hear it during sex, and he only liked to hear it when Jungkook was too far gone. “Baby, baby, baby,” Jungkook said because his eyes were glassy, and his brain was foggy.

“Now, my love,” Taehyung said. Jungkook nodded, slipped his fingers out of Taehyung’s ass and crawled up the bed on sticky hands. “Fuck,” Taehyung moaned when Jungkook slipped his fingers one by one into his mouth to taste Taehyung’s natural slick.

“You’re so good,” Jungkook hummed around his fingers as if he was having the best meal ever.

“Guk,” Taehyung pleaded and Jungkook didn’t need for more as he lay between Taehyung’s thighs and slid inside, into the hole he had already made open and ready.

“I love you,” Jungkook gasped. He was out of it, fucking in short, uncontrolled thrusts already. Taehyung took control with his hands on Jungkook’s ass, squeezing their bodies together and holding Jungkook’s cock inside him. They both needed to slow down. Jungkook needed to slow down before he came, because Taehyung wasn’t ready for that yet.

Taehyung slid his fingers through the sweat pooling at the small of Jungkook’s back and rubbed his fingers against Jungkook’s ass cheeks to hold him where Taehyung wanted him. It was a cheap ploy, but Jungkook froze stock still, ass popped up in the air, face pressed into Taehyung’s chest.

“That’s better,” Taehyung said. He felt Jungkook pulse inside him, blood pumping fast like the beat of his heart. “You’re not going to come.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ll try not to, but I can’t promise because you feel so fucking good.”

Just being this close was going to make them both come. Jungkook wouldn’t need much. A kiss and a few dirty words, even if neither of them moved. He was so ready. Taehyung just wanted to stay here and watch Jungkook come. But staying still was no fun.

Taehyung kept one hand on Jungkook’s ass and dragged his other hand up Jungkook’s back, tracing his finger around the jut of shoulder blade and over the knob of spine, letting his fingers tangle in Jungkook’s hair. He tightened his hold, and Jungkook’s fists clenched in the sheets on either side of Taehyung’s hips.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” Taehyung uttered, and Jungkook collapsed into him, losing his balance and letting Taehyung hold them together. With his hand on Jungkook’s ass and his knees around Jungkook’s middle, their bodies stayed connected.

Jungkook sucked blindly at Taehyung’s nipples, one, then the other, leaving a trail with his tongue between them.

“Fuck me, Guk,” Taehyung felt Jungkook all over his body. He felt Jungkook’s body like a smothering force of pleasure, inside and out.

Jungkook pulled himself out of Taehyung’s tight ass and pushed back slowly again. Each thrust lasted an age, and each time Jungkook pushed himself back inside Taehyung, he felt bigger than before.

“That’s it, my love,” Taehyung praised. “That’s just what I want. You know how to love me. You know how to make me feel so good. You’re the perfect alpha, my alpha. You fuck me so good.” Taehyung gripped Jungkook’s ass again to help Jungkook maintain the pace. He could feel Jungkook growing impatient, sucking hard on Taehyung’s neck and collarbone, then letting out a choking wail beside Taehyung’s ear.

“You love it when I talk dirty to you?” Taehyung smirked.

“Tell me,” Jungkook whispered, his voice hoarse and low. The only other sound in the room was their breathing.

“I want you to bond with me,” Taehyung confessed, moaning when Jungkook thrust up hard inside of him.

“I want you to mark my body all over,”

Another hard thrust.

“Ah…I…I want your scent all over me,”


“I w-want everyone to smell me and know that I’m yours,”

More erratic ones,

“I want to bear your pups,”

That was enough to make Jungkook come, stutter his hips in the cradle of Taehyung’s legs and shoot in Taehyung’s ass. Taehyung was close, so he held tight to Jungkook’s hips and rocked up, rubbing himself against Jungkook’s abs. Jungkook found enough strength to prop himself up on one hand and reach the other down between their bodies. He grabbed hold of Taehyung’s cock and stroked him with the precome that had made both their bellies wet.

Taehyung focused on that hand, on Jungkook, still hard inside him, and the warm words Jungkook was murmuring in his ear.

“No one else,” he was saying. “There’s no one but you, Taehyung. No one but you. You’re my life, my love, my everything. I want to breed you, make you have my pups. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Jungkook made it easy for Taehyung to come after those words. He worked so hard, and the best Taehyung could offer up was a loud and happy orgasm for them both to share. Jungkook pulled it out of him with his words, his hands and his tongue, and then the room was quiet again.

They drifted apart when Jungkook’s knot dissolved, Jungkook careful as he slipped out of Taehyung’s ass, wiping up the worst of the mess with the top sheet. They lay on their backs on the bed, seeking out cool air.

But as much as he needed that reprieve from hot, sweaty skin, Taehyung couldn’t let go of Jungkook’s hand. Palm to palm and their fingers locked together, they held on to each other.

“Did you mean that?” Taehyung started, looking at him.

Jungkook turned then too, shifting over onto his side, pulling Taehyung’s hand between both of his and tucking them together under the pillow. “More than anything.” He hooked his knee around Taehyung’s leg and tangled them together like their hands. “I want to bond with you and have a dozen of pups with you. I want to spend the rest of my life doing nothing but love you for what you’re worth. I want the whole nine yard, Taehyung.”

Taehyung rolled forward into a careful kiss. He felt too sensitive for anything more, and Jungkook seemed to know that. “And I’ll give you the whole nine yard.”

Jungkook beamed and kissed him again. When Taehyung pulled back abruptly after he remembered something, Jungkook frowned in confusion.

“By the way, who was that bitch back in the practice room?” Taehyung questioned, his voice having a low edge to it.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “N-No one,” he shook his head in defense. “She works with the staff. I don’t even know her. I don’t care about knowing her.”

“Really now? Then why was she trying to touch you? Why did you allow her to?”

Jungkook shook his head again. “No, baby, I hadn’t. I didn’t even notice her sitting next to me. I was lost in thoughts, thinking about you.”

“Huh,” Taehyung glared still, but he wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck and pulled him between his legs again. “I hope you know that I’m possessive as fuck as well. It’s not just an alpha thing. I’ll bite off anyone’s head if they try to touch you. You’re mine.”

Jungkook thought he died and went to heaven. “And you’re mine, my life.”

Taehyung nodded in satisfaction and pulled him down for a deep kiss until they lost their breath and broke apart.

They fell asleep wrapped up in each other, too hot and not close enough at the same time, the pulse of the rest of their life not so far away.


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When Jungkook woke up, he instantly noticed that something wasn’t right. For one, he couldn’t open his eyes as he felt something pressing against them, covering them like an eye-mask. He tried to move his head a bit to get rid of it, but the thing was too heavy to move with just a small wiggle. Plus, Jungkook was still sleep disoriented.

Suddenly, the ‘eye-mask’ moved and let out a soft whimper, and it was only then that Jungkook finally caught up. His heart exploded in his ribcage at the realization.

It was his pup; his precious pup sleeping on him.

He decided not to move, afraid to break the beautiful moment, afraid to break the contact. Given his schedule, he started to cherish this kind of moments with Haneul, in which the pup would seek him himself.

Haneul, his beautiful pup.


It was mindboggling how fast Jungkook embraced the thought, but it was how he felt; that Haneul was his.

The pup kept his position on his face for a while until he grew tired and fell on the pillow, letting out another tiny whimper. Jungkook was on him instantly.

“Hey, baby,” Jungkook whispered softly as he took in the sight of his pup. “Hey, my beautiful Haneul.”

He loved it when he woke up to Haneul. Last night, the pup was restless and cried in the middle of the night. Taehyung brought him to the bed and the family cuddled together.

He got another whimper in response before the pup opened his eyes and saw him hovering over him. Out of instinct, the pup leaned into him and nuzzled himself against his neck. Jungkook’s heart exploded again and tears welled up inside his eyes as he nuzzled his pup back and kissed him all over. The pup purred in satisfaction and snuggled closer for more.

“I love you so much, baby,” Jungkook muttered. “You’re so precious.”

The pup continued to purr in response and Jungkook melted before he sensed Taehyung stirring on the other side of the bed, Haneul squeezed between them. Jungkook petted the pup until he fell back asleep then he leaned closer towards his mate.

And once again, he found himself mesmerized. No matter how many times he stared at Taehyung, he even had his features engraved in his brain, he could never get enough. Every time he looked at his mate, he found something new about him, and that made him fall even more in love with him.

This time he found Taehyung’s nose so cute, so he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on it. Taehyung groaned in his sleep, and Jungkook chuckled and leaned to place a kiss on his lips this time. One kiss turned into two and then three and Jungkook suddenly lost count as he continued kissing Taehyung, unfazed that the man was still asleep and not responding. He needed the contact so much, so he didn’t mind. When he pulled back, he found he was breathless but the longing was still there. Just as he leaned in for more, Taehyung stirred and opened his eyes. “W-What?” he questioned, his voice heavy with sleep and being all disoriented.

“Good morning, my life.” Jungkook greeted with a bright smile.

Taehyung smiled back and drew him down for a tight hug. “I love to wake up to your kisses and beautiful eyes.”

“Just my eyes?” Jungkook teased and kissed Taehyung’s cheek followed by his neck before he moved to his lips, stealing Taehyung’s breath with a long, passionate kiss, a one that he had reciprocated now that he was awake and functioning.

“A good morning indeed,” Taehyung admitted when they pulled back. Jungkook chuckled in response. “Where is Haneul?” he asked, looking around until he spotted his son.

“Asleep,” Jungkook answered and rested his head on Taehyung’s chest. “I just put him back to sleep.”

“What would I do without you?” Taehyung said as his fingers drew circles all over Jungkook’s back, caressing the soft skin gently.

“We’ll never find out because I’m not going anywhere,” Jungkook whispered. “I would die without you.”

Taehyung cupped his head and placed their lips together. It was only a gentle kiss, but Jungkook caressed Taehyung’s jaw line as if he were pouring his entire heart into the contact. When they parted, they remained close together, their breaths mingling in the tiny gap between them and causing them to shiver at the sensation.

“I really love kissing you,” Taehyung whispered, his lips brushing over Jungkook’s with every syllable.

The movement tempted Jungkook, and he captured Taehyung’s lips into another kiss. “Just kissing?”

“You know what else I love,” Taehyung smirked.

“Not with Haneul sleeping in the same bed,” Jungkook argued.

Taehyung sighed and pulled him down for another kiss.

Leave it to Jungkook to use one of his old excuses against him.








The one part of his errands that Taehyung hated the most was to shop for grocery. Mainly because he would be recognized inside the mart and Haneul would get restless under the attention and asks for pictures and he would start shifting back and forth, thus creating a scene.

Luckily today Haneul was sound asleep as Taehyung strapped him on while pushing their cart. The mart was also empty, so Taehyung could shop in peace.

It was only after he was done placing the grocery bags in the car trunk and secured Haneul in his seat that things went downhill.

Taehyung was about to open the door of the driver seat when he heard someone calling his name.

It was as if an arrow made of ice had been fired through Taehyung’s very core. He felt his heart stop and his breath freeze, his feet unable to move.

“Taehyung,” The source of the voice stepped closer.

Taehyung forced himself to turn around and confirm his suspicions. “Jihyo,”

“Wow,” Jihyo exclaimed. “What a lovely surprise!”

Taehyung continued to stare.

“You moved to Seoul,” Jihyo continued to talk. “I thought you said you weren’t going to come back ever. What happened to that?”

“It’s none of your business, Jihyo,” Taehyung uttered and opened the door to the car to flee.

“Is that him?” Jihyo had yet to take a hint and leave.

Taehyung’s hand froze on the handle.

“Is that my son?”

Taehyung grimaced. “He’s not your son,”

Jihyo scoffed. “Don’t lie, Taehyungie,”

“Don’t call me that and leave me alone,” Taehyung shot and moved to leave only for Jihyo to grab his hand.

“I didn’t come all the way to Seoul for you to walk away from me,”

Taehyung glared and pulled his hand away. “So meeting you now wasn’t a coincidence after all. You were following me.”

Jihyo smiled and that confirmed it for Taehyung.


“I saw your pictures online,” Jihyo said. “Your fans were going gaga over you and the pup. They were happy that you were back. I had no idea you would be welcomed with open arms.”

Taehyung looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s be honest,” Jihyo smirked again and the view sent shivers down Taehyung’s spine. “You left because you knew people would shun you if they knew your truth, but then you came back and people welcomed you with open arms even with a baby.”

“They still don’t know the truth,” Taehyung answered.

“I know that,” Jihyo said. “And that’s where I come in.”

Now Taehyung started to lose his shit. “Y-You come in?”

Jihyo nodded. “I’m sure people would love to know about your true ranking and how Haneul came to be.”

“You vile bastard,” Taehyung hissed. “I can’t imagine how I considered you a friend one day, how I let you touch me in my moment of weakness.”

Jihyo didn’t look bothered at all. “I love you too, Taehyungie.” He mocked and looked behind Taehyung’s shoulder, his eyes falling on the sleeping Haneul. “Aww, how cute!”

Taehyung pushed him and stood in front of him to shield Haneul. “Don’t look at him! Don’t even think about it!”

“He’s my son too, Tae,” Jihyo stated.

“By blood,” Taehyung fired. “And nothing else. You weren’t there for even a second of his life, so don’t bother.”

“I’m here now,” Jihyo said.

Taehyung was tired of this conversation. “What do you want?”

“Money of course,” Jihyo replied. “Or I’ll call the press and tell them everything. Oh, and I’d take the pup away from you.”

Tendrils of horror wrapped themselves around Taehyung’s heart and he felt as if he were on the brink of a nightmare.

“You can’t do that,” he denied. “You can’t take my son away from me.”

“Oh, I can,” Jihyo insisted. “You’re a freak of nature. I could definitely lock you up somewhere and have the pup all to myself, but I won’t be that mean. I just need the money.”

Taehyung stood shell shocked. He couldn’t believe this turn of events.

“So, here is my number,” Jihyo handed him a card. “Give me a call and we’ll arrange for a meeting to negotiate the price of my silence. I’ll be in Seoul for a week. If you don’t contact me before the week ends, I’ll understand your answer and take matters into my own hand.” And with that he walked away, leaving Taehyung frozen with despair.









To say that Jungkook was livid would be the understatement of the century.

When he arrived home that night and found Taehyung crying his heart out, it took him an hour to calm the omega down to understand what happened. He then listened attentively to what happened with Jihyo, asking questions here and there, voice deceptively calm, but there was danger in his words, fire and anger ready to break free.

When Taehyung finished, he clutched Haneul tighter to his body, squeezing the boy closer to him. The pup, instinctively picking up his father’s emotions, wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, holding tight. Taehyung felt Haneul shake in his arms, and looking down, he saw his son starting to cry. He quickly whispered into the boy’s ear some comforting words, but he felt helpless and weak.

Jungkook’s heart broke at the scene and he was even more determined now to find Jihyo and slit his throat off. He forced himself to speak calmly with difficulty.

“You’re not going to see him,” he stated firmly. “I’m going to handle this.”

Taehyung shook his head at him. “No, Jungkook, what if—“

“You’re not going to see him, Taehyung,” Jungkook interrupted him, using the voice for the first time ever.

Taehyung fell silent instantly, his eyes going wide.

“I never ordered you or forced you into anything before, but I am right now,” Jungkook continued. “As your alpha, it’s my duty to protect you and Haneul. So, stay out of it. I’ll deal with that asshole my way.”

“W-What if he hurts you?” Taehyung whimpered, holding his hand for Jungkook to take and come join him on the bed.

Jungkook went to him and wrapped him and Haneul in his arms. “He won’t. Trust me. Okay?”

Taehyung nodded and melted into his arms. “Just promise to be careful, please. I won’t survive if anything happens to you and I won’t forgive myself if the group is ruined because of me.”

“Nothing will happen,” Jungkook drew him into a long kiss that had him loosing up and melting even more into Jungkook.

Taehyung wanted to believe him so bad, but his fears were clouding his mind.









Jihyo was waiting in the forest where Taehyung had told him to meet when he called him the night before. It had been ten minutes since he arrived and there was no sign of Taehyung. Was he planning to stand him up? He better not. Jihyo wasn’t going to take it lightly if he did.

He suddenly sensed someone and turned around. Blood froze in his veins when he spotted the maknae of BTS coming his way, but he decided to play it cool.

“You’re not Taehyung,” He started.

Jungkook waited until he stood in front of him to reply. “Well spotted,”

Jihyo grew nervous but again he played it cool. He refused to give Jungkook the upper hand. He had an idea now why Jungkook showed up instead of Taehyung. “Did he send you to defend him like the frail omega that he is?”

Jungkook sent him a smile that rose shivers up his spine. “I’d be careful if I were you.”

Jihyo gulped. “And why is that?”

“Because I’ll make sure you never utter another word let alone say Taehyung’s name,” Jungkook said calmly, but his aura screamed danger.

“So, are you the one who’s going to give me the money?” Jihyo dared to hope.

Jungkook chuckled. “Are you an idiot?”

Jihyo hated to be belittled. He was also an alpha for God’s sake. Who did Jungkook think of himself? “I think I earned that money. I helped Taehyung during his heat. I even gave him a son.”

“What did I say about saying Taehyung’s name?” Jungkook snapped.

“What are you going to do about it then, since it’s clear there isn’t money to be given?” Jihyo challenged.

“I want to rip your throat out, but I promised Taehyung not to kill you no matter how tempted I am right now,” Jungkook snarled, his fists were curled up his sides.

“Why are you this protective of him?” Jihyo laughed. “After all, he left you all for three years. He doesn’t care about you or the group.”

“That’s my mate you’re talking about,” Jungkook hissed.

Jihyo’s eyes widened, his eyeballs looking ready to pop out of his skull. “Y-Your mate?”

Jungkook just glared, but the look was confirmation.

Jihyo shook his head in disbelief. “So, he ended up mating with you. I thought he will be a recluse forever.” He didn’t get to finish his tirade because Jungkook had launched himself at him, striking Jihyo’s jaw with his fist. There was a painful crunch at the collision, and the alpha was thrown backwards, stunned by the blow.

Jihyo reacted by shifting and burry his fangs deep in Jungkook’s bicep. Jungkook howled in pain, and pulled his arm free. At last, he let out his inner beast, his body diminishing in height but swelling in bulk, his majestic alpha form unveiled for his match with Jihyo.

The two alphas squared off against each other, circling around, snarling with their sharp teeth bared.

Jungkook made the first move, leaping forward in one sinuous movement, nearly knocking Jihyo over, except that the other wolf caught himself just in time, striking back. Their jaws met each other, snapping violently, and their claws worked too quickly.

Jihyo was a ferocious fighter and bloody claw marks formed through Jungkook’s flesh, but Jungkook was stronger and he was pissed and that wasn’t a good combination.

Suddenly, all you could hear was yelps of pain, rumbling growls and the tearing of skin. Then, Jungkook stood tall, bloody and still angry, in front of the crumpled wolf below him. If Jungkook looked terrible, Jihyo looked even worse and he was gasping for breath as a pool of blood spilled from his lips.

Jihyo transformed back into his human form, looking almost as pitiful as he was hateful. “So what if you win this fight,” he spat, “do you think I will stop here?”

“No,” said Jungkook coldly. “Because you’re an idiot, but you should quickly learn that it will be pointless, though. Nothing you could do will get you money. I have come prepared.”

Despite the agony he was in, Jihyo still managed to pull another one of his maniacal smiles out, and he chuckled. He stumbled up from the ground, limping and heaving, but never did that gleeful expression on his face waver. “I never imagined someone being happy with leftovers. All of this for Taehyung and his pup? How does it feel knowing that you’ll be raising someone else’s son? My son?”

“How are you sure he’s your son?” Jungkook shot. “You left the night you slept with Taehyung. You didn’t even know Taehyung would end up pregnant.”

Jihyo smirked. “I did the math. Haneul is my son, my own flesh and blood. And Taehyung was mine before he became yours.”

Jungkook’s hand shot out and wrapped around Jihyo’s throat. “Don’t talk about them like that,” he growled. “Neither Taehyung nor Haneul are yours. You were never Taehyung’s bondsmate, and you were never Haneul’s father—“

“Argue with me all you want,” Jihyo gasped out, fighting for breath through Jungkook’s tight grip, “but you can’t deny the facts. My blood runs through Haneul—“

“And that means nothing. You’ve done nothing to deserve to be his father, and you don’t deserve a son like him.”

“So you really will be raising him?”

“No,” Jungkook snarled, pulling Jihyo’s face close. “I’m raising my son. I don’t expect you to ever understand this because you’re a greedy self-centered fool. But all you have to know is this: if you ever come near Taehyung and Haneul again, I will break you even more than I have now.”

“Why don’t you just kill me now?” Jihyo provoked.

Jungkook chuckled coldly. “I need you for one more thing. If you provoke me afterwards, I won’t hesitate.” He flung Jihyo away and the alpha crashed onto the ground in a howl of pain. “Stand up and follow me.” Jungkook walked away. “Don’t keep me waiting, asshole!” Jihyo struggled to do as told as he knew better than to disobey.

Jungkook drove them to Big Hit building. There, Bang PD, Bangtan, their management and the legal team were already waiting for them.

“Did you really need to?” Jimin sighed in exasperation, taking in the sight of both Jungkook’s and Jihyo’s bloody and bruised forms.

“He should be happy I didn’t kill him,” Jungkook hissed and pushed Jihyo inside the room.

“Come here,” Jimin pulled Jungkook aside. “Let the team handle the rest!”

Jungkook nodded and the two watched from a distance within the room as Jihyo sat down and listened to what the lawyers had in store.

It didn’t take long before Jihyo stood up to leave, his tail between his legs. He walked by Jungkook and jerked unconsciously when he saw Jungkook move. He cowered under Jungkook’s glare and walked back until he hit the wall when Jungkook approached him. Jimin snickered at his reaction but didn’t move to stop the maknae.

“I hope this is the last time I hear of you or see you,” Jungkook warned. “If I ever even smell you in the air, I’ll go after you and kill you.” Jihyo gulped and nodded. “Good. Now fuck off. Leave Seoul this second.” Jihyo nodded and fled.

Jungkook waited until he saw him out of the room before he approached everyone. One of the lawyers stood up and handed him a folder.

“These are the ones you need,” he explained. “Keep these copies with you and Taehyung. The rest of papers we have here is just a bunch of NDAs to insure that he won’t go blabber to any media outlet.”

Jungkook nodded in satisfaction, his eyes taking in every word scribbled on the papers in his hand.

“Can I leave? Taehyung must be worried sick a home,” he said, looking at PD-nim.

“Go and stay out of trouble from now on, okay?” The boss ordered.

“At least let me take you to the doctor to treat your wounds,” Seokjin grabbed his arm before he left. “You’re bleeding, Guk,”

“It’s nothing serious,” Jungkook smiled feebly in reassurance. “I’ll take care of it when I go home. I need to see Taehyung now.”

Seokjin sighed and dropped his arm.

“Tae will treat his wounds,” Yoongi reasoned. “Chill. He’s a strong alpha. He can manage till he goes home.”

“Just shut up!” Seokjin chastised. “Your advice is never helpful.”

Yoongi’s jaw fell. “Really, hyung?”

“Shut up!” Seokjin fired again.

The rest laughed at the interaction. Jungkook smiled and walked away, leaving them to it.


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Taehyung was on him the moment he stepped inside the house. “Jungkook,” he said, cradling the alpha’s head in his arms, “You’re hurt—“

“I’m fine,” Jungkook said, smiling softly.

“You’re bleeding,” Taehyung asked, checking Jungkook’s body. “Fuck!”

“I’m good, baby,” Jungkook reassured him. "That's not just my blood."

Taehyung looked down. “You’re hurt because of me,” he was on the verge of crying.

“Taehyung,” Jungkook sighed, pulling up Taehyung’s hand and kissing the back of it. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve never done anything wrong. I don’t want you to feel sorry for anything, I don’t want you to cry. I just want you to be happy with me from now on. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. Jihyo won’t be a problem for us, not any time soon.”

Tears pricked his eyes as Taehyung nodded. “Of course,” he promised, “of course I will.”

Jungkook grinned. “That’s good.”

“I will. I need you, Jungkook. Haneul as well and I love you. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Mm,” Jungkook mumbled, his cheek pressing against Taehyung’s hand. “Don’t worry anymore, Taehyung. Just stay with me, and I’ll keep you safe.”

He brought himself up to his full height, pulled Taehyung into his arms, and kissed him. Taehyung reciprocated instantly.

“And speaking of Haneul,” Jungkook said when they broke apart. He pulled the papers the lawyer gave him earlier and handed them to Taehyung who took them, his eyes filled with confusion. Only they widened in shock when he realized the content.

“A restraining order?” he asked.

Jungkook nodded. “He can never bother you again.”

“And…,” Taehyung’s eyes bulged out as he took in the second paper.

“This so that he can never claim to be Haneul’s father,” Jungkook explained. “He gave up his rights forever.”

Taehyung refused to believe it was happening. “Wow!”

Jungkook nodded again. “I also kicked his ass hard. He’d be a fool to even try to breathe the same air as you.”

Taehyung stared in disbelief at him. “Are you real?”

Jungkook chuckled and hugged him. “Ouch,” He winced when Taehyung pressed hard against his rib.

Taehyung frowned and clasped his hand, taking him straight to the bathroom. There, he forced him to shower before he tended to each one of his injuries.

When they made it to their bedroom, they found Haneul playing with his toys on the bed. The pup dropped everything when he saw the couple walk into the room and then something happened.

“Papa,” Haneul spoke out.

“Yes, baby,” Taehyung replied, ready to go pick him up only to realize that Haneul had his eyes on Jungkook.

“Papa,” Haneul called again.

Jungkook beamed and ran towards him. “Yes, baby, papa is here.”

Taehyung thought he was going to collapse because the surprises of today were too much for his heart to handle.

“H-He called you p-papa,” he whispered with difficulty.

“You’re daddy, so of course I’m papa,” Jungkook said and started tickling Haneul. “I’m papa. Say papa, baby.”

“Papa,” Haneul obeyed, giggling loudly when Jungkook tickled him again.

Taehyung grabbed his head in his hand, feeling overwhelmed beyond limits. “Wow!”

Jungkook chuckled. “I was planning to teach him to call me that, but I don’t think I need to anymore. Right, baby?”

“Papa,” Haneul could only reply.

Taehyung beamed and approached the two, wrapping them in his arms. “I love you both so much.”

Jungkook kissed him before he replied. “I love you more.”

“Yuv you more,” Haneul repeated, causing the couple to coo in response.









“I can’t sleep without him,” Taehyung whined later after they put Haneul to sleep in his own room.

“You must get used to it,” Jungkook held his hand to plant a soft kiss on the knuckles. “He’s getting old and needs his own space. He can’t sleep with us forever.”

“I know, I know,” Taehyung pouted. “But I miss him. Ah,” he sighed. “Guk, distract me somehow.”

Jungkook’s face lit up. “Let’s fuck!”

“You should rest,” the omega chided. “You had a long day.”

“I want to bond with you.” Jungkook’s hand brushed at Taehyung’s fringe. 

Taehyung blushed and hid his smile behind his arm. “You’re tired, Jungkook,” he said, in a tone much like one he would use with Haneul when trying to teach the pup a lesson. “You need to sleep.”

“But the full moon is out tonight,” the alpha replied softly, his eyes looking gentle, “so, it’s the perfect night for bonding.”

“How romantic,” Taehyung teased, leaning in until his breath puffed hotly on Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook pulled him in for kiss, their lips softly playing with each other. Taehyung grew hot, his temperature rising in the cool night, and he tried to resist, but all that came out of him was a soft moan. 

“I want you now, Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice sending chills down the omega’s spine. “And I’m not going to wait anymore to claim you as mine.”

Taehyung whimpered into their next kiss, no longer able to deny what he himself wanted. His body was melting into the alpha’s touch, demanding to be claimed, invaded, filled, and finally bitten, sealing the two into a bond that would last their lifetimes. 

His lithe body half-covered Jungkook’s bigger frame as they kissed and Jungkook’s hand moved to his back, sneaking downwards to grab at his ass. Taehyung moaned loudly as fingers slid past his pants and into his already-slick entrance, stretching him out in preparation.

The alpha was merciless with his movements, his fingers working fast, already familiar with Taehyung’s body and his weak spots. More slick gushed out of the omega as his arousal overcame him, leaving him keening for more. He started humping Jungkook’s side, his slender, leaking cock rubbing against the alpha’s body.

They both stopped to take off their clothes and then resumed their previous position. Taehyung’s hand reached down for the alpha’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the meaty girth, already erect and swollen with veins lining the length of the shaft. He tugged at it, loving how it felt.

Once he was loose enough and dripping wet, Taehyung climbed onto all fours, keeping his legs parted as Jungkook knelt by his back, prodding his manhood into the omega’s ass. 

It was for both their sakes that Jungkook plunged in quickly, not wasting any time while both of them were desperate for each other. He stroked in and out of Taehyung, filling up his man, giving him agonizing pleasure. He rutted hard and fast, and it wasn’t long until they both came together, Taehyung’s cum dribbling beneath him, while Jungkook unloaded entirely inside, filling up that wet, pink hole with hot, white cum.

At the height of his climax, Jungkook bore his teeth down into the midpoint of Taehyung’s neck and shoulder, biting hard and sealing their bond. Taehyung cried out as that bite induced a heavenly sensation in him—a bite like that ought to hurt, but it didn’t. All he could feel was the most perfect tingling running through his body, travelling through every nerve, igniting his body on fire and extending his orgasm by moments longer. His scent was changing into that of a claimed mate, and his mind was blurring into a happy bliss as he finally got what he had been wishing for years.

He felt Jungkook’s cock swell up inside of him, forming a massive knot at the end, effectively plugging Taehyung up. He groaned, delirious with pleasure, and Jungkook had to guide them both to lie down comfortably on the bed, both on their sides, Jungkook pressing into Taehyung’s back. The knot would go down later, but for now, they were bound together, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. 

“We’re bonded,” Taehyung said, his fingers daintily touching where Jungkook had bit him. He almost couldn’t believe it. Was this what it meant to be bonded? Was this how it felt to be loved, to be claimed, to be vowed a life’s commitment?

Jungkook exhaled a sigh of relief behind him. “Finally,” he said. 









The venue was with buzzing with life.

Bangtan had just released their new EP and this was their first concert of the world tour. The fans were having the time of their lives, their chants louder than the performances themselves.

Jungkook felt on top of the world. He never imagined that his life could be this beautiful. Here he was; singing and dancing his heart out while feeling the love and support emitting from the crowd, energizing him further.

Everything suddenly evaporated when he reached a stand and his eyes caught sight of Taehyung and Haneul in the crowd. Haneul had a miniature light stick in his hands that he was waving enthusiastically. Taehyung had his eyes on Jungkook, with them shinning with love and adoration. Jungkook stared back, knowing his eyes were speaking the same.

His entire world was right there, sitting in front of him.

There was one addition, but it was still hidden within Taehyung for a few more months and Jungkook couldn’t wait to hold it in his arms for his world to be complete.