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When Jungkook presented, he expected the pain. He took enough biology classes to understand that presenting was not something fun or pleasant, he had heard enough stories in history about how a hundred years ago, the death rates were so high in the 16-18 age range that there was fear of losing a whole generation. He understood that it would be painful. What he did not expect however, was for that pain to come in the form of blood boiling aggression, or the sickening desire to find any omega to pounce on. He was not expecting to present as an alpha
Maybe he should have seen it coming, because as a kid people always told him he would be a big strong alpha, that he was too loud and aggressive to be anything else. But he knew that underneath that hard exterior, all he wanted was someone to hold him and make him feel safe, even if he was perfectly capable of doing it on his own. It didn't help his dilemma that he would mess around with alphas before he even presented. It was never anything too serious, but he liked the feeling of being roughed around, of being bitten and forced to submit, of being called pretty and princess.
But when he finally did present at the age of 17, he was unmistakably an alpha. The day he returned to school after his first rut, he was immediately greeted with dirty looks and whispers behind his back. His friends abandoned him because they knew of what he had done with other alphas, the boys he had once fooled around with threatened to do terrible things to him even he even thought of approaching them again. It didn't matter to anyone that he wasn't a presented alpha at the time, that he had no way of being 100% sure, or that he was more disgusted with himself than any of them ever could be. The day that he could leave that school and his whole past behind was something he dreamed of every night.
But despite leaving that hellhole of a High School behind, college was still rough at first. He went in on his own and with the mindset that he wouldn’t make any friends because it would be easier that way. Besides, people couldn’t make fun of him if he didn’t give them anything to make fun of, so he was determined to keep to himself. Whenever he would get approached, usually by pretty omegas looking for a "friend," he would not hesitate in awkwardly rejecting them. That’s one of the reasons why he would steer clear of every college party, every social events, pretty much anything that meant interacting with people.
Despite his efforts though, his months of peace and quiet were put to an abrupt end.
It was in his math class, halfway through his freshman year, that he met Jimin and Taehyung. They were two years above him, and theoretically should have been done with their general education, their desire to put off fulfilling their math requirement as long as possible is what lead the three of them to meet. When Jungkook answered one of the professors questions (after being called on for sleeping, mind you), and got the answer correct, they deemed him a genius and sat next to him for the rest of the quarter. Sitting together in class turned into doing homework together, which turned into studying for exams together, and eventually led to the only real friendships Jungkook has had since childhood.
With Jimin being an omega, Jungkook was kind of terrified when the older asked to sit next to him for the first time in lecture. He really wasn't in the mood to awkwardly reject someone again, so for once in his life he just let the omega be. Things got even more complicated when Taehyung came in just a minute before class started, because fuck was he an attractive alpha. But the younger could control himself, could act like he wasn’t phased by the handsome boy, because it wasn't normal for an alpha to be drooling over another alpha.
Months later Jungkook can’t believe the thoughts he was having at that first day of meeting his friends. Jimin was playful, overly touchy, but never anything serious that would lead to feelings. It was almost like he had this emotional wall built around him for every alpha in his life, and although he could be around Jimin without worrying about being seen as anything more than a friend, he couldn’t help but worry from time to time. As for Taehyung, he had grown so close to the other alpha that after seeing his dorky personality he came to the conclusion he could never be sexually attracted to him ever again. Sure he wasn't blind, he knew the older handsome, but he had also seen him sleep in his own vomit, so that explains that.
He was going into his second year now, with his two friends starting their last year in college. As far as the whole alpha/alpha situation goes, Jungkook just doesn’t pursue any real romantic relationships. If he’s feeling lonely he just turns to his twitter.
It started one night when the three of them were drinking in Tae’s apartment. The older was talking about this nsfw omega account he was following, and how he wanted to DM the pretty boy for months now (how he had no shame talking about this, Jungkook still didn’t understand.) Jimin started giving the alpha shit for it, and when Tae joked about how the three of them should start their own accounts, it stuck with him for weeks. He tried to shake the idea, but the more time that passed the smarter the idea sounded.
The logic was simple: As an alpha himself, he couldn’t just throw himself out there in a world of alphas, but if he had a secret twitter account it’s not like anybody would know it’s him. And when he actually looked into that side of twitter, there were more alphas dressing like pretty omegas than he thought. Some of the biggest accounts had thousands of followers, all kinds of people followed these accounts; boys, girls, alphas wanting other alphas, betas, omegas wanting to act like an alpha; it was like a safe space for him.
So Jungkook created an account under the name justpeachyy and immediately started buying pretty things to wear.
He bought it all online and made sure nobody knew he had it, but practically every night he’d slip into some frilly lingerie and pose for the camera, soft ass and hard abs on display for his followers. He was surprised by how much attention his account actually got, reaching over 10,000 followers in a few months. Soon enough he didn’t have to buy things for himself because his dedicated following would buy it for him. Of course that meant he had to open a PO box (because there was no way in hell he’d give out his address,) but it was worth it. He had all kinds of people in his DMs, including some omegas who wanted to switch roles, but he kindly kept them at arms length. He preferred interacting with the other nsfw alpha accounts, the real alphas, big hands, strong bodies, pictures that radiated aggression and possessiveness. Those were his favorite, the kinds of men he’s craved ever since he was aware of his own sexual desires.
Tonight was one of the nights he was planning on recording some videos to send a few of his favorite alphas, but unfortunately his friends had other plans for him.
“Kook, come on! It’s the start of the school year, we have to go out!” He feels a warm hand encircle his ankle, tugging him in hopes of coaxing him out of the comfort of his bed. He's especially cozy right now, layered in some fluffy blankets as he desperately tries to ignore the pest at his feet.
“Jimin, you go out every weekend. What difference does it make?” His voice is muffled against his pillow as he nestles further into his blankets, pulling them over his head in an attempt to make the omega leave him alone. It doesn’t work of course, because the omega just throws himself on top of the younger and yanks the blankets off of him.
“The difference is that it’s the start of our last year here, and you’ve only ever been out with us once. Don’t you wanna make college memories with your hyungs while we’re still here?”
“Last time I went out with you guys Tae vomited on you, me, himself, his bed, and his date. I don’t really wanna relive that.”
“Oh my God,” the older alpha groans from across the room, pausing his mission of finding Jungkook’s bomber jacket he’s been dying to borrow and
shooting the younger a pitiful look, “it was one time and I apologized! You just caught me on a bad night.”
“Exactly, see! Your one memory of going out with us can’t be a bad night, so let’s re-do it! It’ll be fun, and we’ll buy all your drinks.” The omega says happily above him,
forming his plush lips into a soft pout even though he knew he’d already swayed the younger.
Jungkook pulls the omega off of him and groans at the pleased smile already forming on the older’s lips. “Oh my God, fine! I’ll go! But you’re buying me food at the end of the night.”
~
So that’s how the young alpha finds himself out at a bar. It’s hot and stuffy inside, and his outfit isn’t really helping with that. Jimin insisted on picking out his clothes, so he’s wearing ridiculously tight black jeans with rips reaching dangerously high up his thighs, a plain white tee, and a black leather jacket, paired with some big round specs. The funny thing is that one of his followers sent those to him, and when he took a picture with them as a "thank you for the gift," he must’ve forgotten to stash them away. As soon as Jimin saw them he was chirping about how cute they were and how Jungkook had to wear them more often.
The three of them are currently sitting at a table on one side of the club, downing a few shots as they wait for Tae’s omega. The twitter one. Apparently he did go through with messaging him, and they bonded pretty quickly. At first it was just cute flirting and pictures without faces, but eventually they exchanged phone numbers and would occasionally face time. Tonight was the first night they were meeting in person, and the omega suggested they both bring some friends just as a precaution.
“Wait, I think I see him!” the older gasps, instantly standing up from his seat and waving the omega over. Jungkook snaps his eyes up to his friend and follows his gaze to the crowd, and-
“Oh my god, no way, this can’t be fucking happening to me.”
Jimin follows suit and looks up, just to look back at Jungkook with confusion etched into his features. “What’s wrong kook?”
Instead of answering the omega, Jungkook turns to the older alpha and grabs onto his arm to get his attention, “Are those his friends Tae?”
Despite the death grip the other alpha has on him, Taehyung seems completely oblivious to Jungkook’s meltdown as he keeps his eyes fixed on the omega making his way towards them. “The two walking with him? I assume so, why?”
“Tae I fucking intern for them.” He spits out, panic quickly settling into his system. He knew it was a bad idea to come out tonight, he felt it in his gut, and yet here he is.
“What?! but I showed you Yo-“
“No, not your boy, his two friends,” the youngest hisses through clenched teeth.
At the start of the summer Jungkook was looking for a job near campus since he was taking summer classes anyway, and came across a paid internship in some business that would help with his computer science career. It was actually recommended to him by one of his professors, saying that it was a common route for students in CS to take because interns were easily employed right out of college. Experience, money, and a potential career was enough convincing for him. It was just a bonus, or maybe a downfall depending on how you look at it, that he had attractive alphas looking over him and teaching him how to do his job. But seeing them here, when he’s been drinking and is definitely not in the mindset to act like a professional intern, well that’s just his fucking luck, isn’t it?
He desperately wants to make a run for it, but it's too late. Tae was already greeting his omega boy, and he knows that his superiors would see him trying to sneak past them, just adding to the awkwardness of it all.
“I’m really happy you came hyung,” Taehyung beamed to the smaller boy in front of him. He was petite, significantly smaller than Taehyung, how an omega should be, what an alpha wants Jungkook couldn’t help thinking to himself. He’s seen the omega on twitter before but never followed him (because that would be weird, following someone he knows his friend is thirsting over.) Still, what he saw was very cute, and Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a tad jealous at the older’s smaller frame.
“Hyung, these are my friends, Jimin and Jungkook. Guys, this is Yoongi, and his friends Hoseok and Namjoon.” If Jungkook we're paying attention to his friend whatsoever, he'd notice his airy tone, how his cheeks are just the slightest bit pink, how he's trying to mask his nervousness in confidence. If he were paying attention, he'd be making fun of his hyung. But instead, he's too aware at how the two alphas beside his friend are looking at him with slightly shocked and confused expressions.
“Wow Jeon, didn’t expect to see you here.” Namjoon teases first, deep dimples poking out on the sides of his cheek in the most charming way.
“You know him Joon?” Yoongi asks, eyes widening just the slightest in surprise.
“He works at the office as an intern, we’re assigned to look after him. But don’t worry kid, we won’t tell the boss about this or anything,” Hoseok beams his signature smile, and Jungkook is currently thanking god that he's at least he was sitting down, because if he were standing his knees probably would’ve given out.
~
The thing about Hoseok is that he’s effortlessly attractive, exuding this cocky confidence and practically screaming out to the world that he is 100% alpha. Ever since Jungkook laid eyes on the older, he knew he would spend the rest of his time there lusting over him and trying his best to keep his pheromones in check. Even now, with how the older sits laid back with his legs open and inviting, elbows resting on the back of the couch as he talks to Namjoon about something, Jungkook is struggling to keep his scent neutral and resist the urge to submit submit submit. Hoseok is just sitting there dammit and Jungkook is a chaotic gay mess.
Despite his inner turmoil of finding one of the men he’s working under completely enticing in ways he shouldn’t be thinking about, the night is going surprisingly well. Jungkook has a good amount of alcohol pumping through his veins and so far the conversation has been light easy topics, nothing to make the young alpha uncomfortable in the slightest. That is until Yoongi and Tae slip away to god knows where to do god knows what, leaving the four of them to talk alone.
“So, do you guys know about how they met?” Namjoon asks abruptly, looking between the two of them with a spark in his eye.
“About the whole twitter thing? Yeah, we know.” Jimin responds easily, sipping on a drink he’s been nursing for awhile, probably too lazy to get up and get another.
"And what do you think about that? I mean, what Yoongi does” the older continues. There’s something in his voice, something in the way he looks at the two as he asks these questions that just doesn’t sit right with Jungkook, but he can’t really put his finger on it.
“Why should we care what he does, shouldn’t we be asking his friends that?” Namjoon looks a bit taken aback by the omega’s tone, and Jungkook chances a glance at Hoseok just to see him sitting their with an unreadable expression. Jimin can be a little...much...at times, especially around unknown alphas. He's a little snappy, a little aggressive, and Jungkook maybe loves him a little bit for it.
“I guess you’re right. What do you think about it Hoseok?” Namjoon retorts, recovering quickly as he turns to his friend, a mischievous smile stretching across his face. Something about the situation is weird, he can tell with the way that Hoseok looks back at his friend with a cold glare that there’s something unspoken that he’s not picking up on, and it's leaving an unsettling feeling in the air.
“Yoongz is free to do whatever he wants, Joon.” He shoots back in a stern voice, not breaking eye contact with the other alpha.
“Ah, yeah I know that! I just thought maybe you’d feel a certain way about it, considering-“ the alpha gets interrupted by the way Hoseok slams his now empty glass down on to the table a little too roughly, the alcohol he just chugged still clinging to his lips. Honestly he's surprised the glass didn't crack with the impact, or the table for that matter.
“Jungkook, let’s go dance.” Hoseok says quickly, cutting his friend off by his abruptness and grabbing the youngest by the wrist to drag out to the dance floor. The young alpha's head is swirling from the conversation that just happened, and has to take a second to register what's going on. Obviously Namjoon was about to say something the other alpha wasn’t comfortable with, but being the nosy little shit he was Jungkook kind of wanted to hear what it was about.
“But Hoseok-ssi, I don’t want to dance,” the younger fights back, trying to wrestle out of the grip on his wrist. He doesn’t understand why the older has to use him as an excuse to get out of there, and honestly, being this close to him is setting off alarms in his head. He’s desperately twisting his arm to try and pry himself loose, but the fingers only press into his skin harder. His flesh burns under the bruising grip, and the alpha can't help but think of how his skin will look marked up a pretty array of purples and blues thanks to Hoseok. He briefly imagines marks left in other places, Hoseok's fingers imprinted on the thickest part of his thighs, his teeth etched into the skin of his neck. It's inappropriate, and he's quickly ripped back into reality when Hoseok turns around. But then the alpha pushes himself into the younger’s personal space, eyes burning with red with anger and irritation, and Jungkook, he really shouldn't be finding this so fucking hot, but...
“Did I ask you what you want?” the older growls, making himself bigger in front of the younger alpha. Jungkook should be responding like how alphas normally respond, should fight back against this kind of obvious disrespect, but he feels too hot, too fuzzy, too eager to submit. Something has to be wrong with him, because instead he just swallows down despite how dry his throat is. It's suddenly unbearably hot inside this bar, his leather jacket clinging to the sweat forming on his skin, and he hopes to god the slight spike in scent is masked by how stuffy it is. His body completely betrays him as his eyes cast themselves down, his head bowing in the same direction to slightly curl away from the angry alpha. He wants to be good, wants to be so fucking good for Hoseok, wants to hear him coo and praise him.
Instead, the older sighs heavily at the small sign of submission. He immediately lets go of the younger, so fast as if the skin under him had just burned him. “Fuck, Jungkook I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. Let’s go get a drink instead, okay? On me,” Jungkook looks up through his eyelashes, nods silently which earns him a small smile from the older. It bothers him that the smile doesn’t reach his eyes, that there’s some sense of shame or regret pooling in them. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal, incidents like this are common among alphas, but Hoseok looks genuinely upset that he let himself get so worked up so easily.
It makes something in Jungkook’s chest bloom.
~
They order shots at the bar, Hoseok claiming he wants to see how much “the little alpha can take,” and they fall into easy conversation despite the prior awkwardness.
Jungkook wants to ask what that was with Namjoon, kinda wants to go back to their table and make sure Jimin is okay on his own (although the omega would probably smack him for insinuating he couldn’t take care of himself), kinda wants to run as far away from Hoseok as possible because it’s just so hard being this close to him. Still, he stays put and listens to the older talk about meaningless things until he feels lightheaded from all the shots.
“You know, you don’t have to back down just because you work under me.” the older speaks up after awhile, swirling the tiny bit of alcohol in his cup around, and Jungkook can’t help but fix his gaze on his hands, “If I’m being a dick, put me in my place. I’m just any other alpha you know.”
It takes a second for Jungkook's brain to realize what he's referring to, but when he does, he can feel his cheeks redden. “I respect you too much to do that Hoseok-ssi…” he slurs a little, suddenly too shy to meet the older’s eyes that are staring holes into him. If only he knew how Jungkook really felt about the situation, how Jungkook wanted to see Hoseok assert himself life that more often, how he had dreamt about experiencing something similar on multiple occasions.
“Hey, call me hyung, ok? I know this might be a weird situation that we’re meeting up in, but we have mutual friends now, which means we should be friends as well.” He lifts his eyes up to the older, carefully studies his face. The older alpha his this pink dust spreading across his cheeks, reaching to the tips of his ears and disappearing down the collar of his shirt. He gulps when he thinks about how far down his chest the blush reaches, how Hoseok’s toned body would look painted pink from alcohol or maybe in heated lust. He’s completely gawking at him too drunk to be embarrassed about it right now, and he vaguely recognizes the smell of his own arousal lingering in the air.
He snaps his eyes back up to the older’s dark ones, nods slightly and lets out a breathy, “ok, hyung.”